What Next?

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Begin.

They had met at a park, somewhere in Boston.

Quinn had invited Taxi, then a complete stranger, into a rendezvous in his trademark, blunt fashion.

The blonde, to something of a surprise -- and to his utter delight--, had agreed.

A gazebo.

Skin sliding against skin. Breathy curses, moaned words spoken out in a mantra.

A goodbye. A hello. A fight. A realization. Running away. Being found. Another realization -- this time shared.

Their romance, if that's what you would call it, had been chaotic but it had started to work. Quinn and Taxi. That's what they had become. They had shared intimate details of their lives and everything seemed to have started to fall into place.

Then he came. He with his venom-barbed words, he who could manipulate, he who could control. He who had compromised the foundation of Quinn and Taxi's relationship.
He who had worked his way into Quinn's mind, bringing forth all those doubts he had been able to suppress.

And they were back with a vengeance.

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He'd awoken groggy and sore. The poor man's mind was a garbled mess and at first he almost thought he was back home. Mother would be downstairs at the stove preparing breakfast. Father would be in his chair reading the morning news. Silas would be busy looking over his school work. And Quinn, as always, would be fighting his mother's insistence for him to ---

Wake up.

He clenched his eyes shut and furrowed his brows. His brain was pulling some weird stunts -- he had actually heard his mother's voice. The man shifted and at last opened his eyes. First there was only the blur of dark objects within darkness. Then his eyes snapped into focus.

This wasn't home. This was reality.

Green eyes fell to Taxi. Had he been watching over him all day? Quinn frowned slightly and sat up, wincing at the familiar aches and pains. Shit, Kefka had really fucked him up. He couldn't remember the last time his body had to mend so many injuries. At least now he could move without wanting to die.

Quinn rubbed at his face with his large, calloused hands and sighed into them. He couldn't remember much of what was said or done after the fight. Those seeds of doubt and suspicion that Kefka had planted had since sprouted, wrapping their sinister roots around Quinn's mind.

He eyed Taxi again and there was little warmth in his gaze, just a calm, cool curiosity.

His frown deepened. Was this concern real? Or fabricated?

Fuck this. He shouldn't think about these things.

Damn you, Kefka.

Quinn grit his teeth, jaw muscles clenching tightly, and stood up in one, impressive effort. He almost fell down right back on his ass but managed to weather the sudden wave of vertigo. Maybe getting up that fast hadn't been such a good idea. But at least he -was- up. That was something.

He padded his way across the wooden floor but paused to linger above Taxi's sleeping form. His gaze traced over those familiar facial features, ones he had traced over countless times before with fingers and lips. His hand twitched. He stifled the urge to reach out to him and turned away, making his way to the bathroom.

Inside he leaned over the sink (a dinky porcelain thing with all the piping exposed), his hands braced on either side. He stared blankly at his reflection in the wall mirror and sighed dejectedly. He looked like shit. He looked worse than shit. He looked like shit warmed over.

He laughed and it was a frightening sound, no matter how curt it had been.

"Well, hello handsome." He snorted, mouth twisting into a disgusted little sneer. So this was Kefka's handiwork. God, he just wanted to rip the fucking guy's throat out.

The sound of running water filled the small room and Quinn splashed the tap water on his face, washing off the grime, blood, and dirt.

He stalked out of the bathroom, slightly damp towel slung over the back of his neck, each end falling over either shoulder. Quinn sat down, leaning against the wall opposite to where Taxi was sitting.

He watched and he waited, emerald eyes fixated on the German's face.

What would happen next? Quinn had tried to play the game and lost. Kefka had won the checkmate; Quinn had no idea what was to come. It was Taxi's move.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Human beings often had the habits of talking in their sleep. Even going so far as to walk while they were supposed to be dreaming, or hell, driving across town and murdering their step parents while they slept. But it would seem vampires took it one step.. further.

"O mio babbino caro,
mi piace è bello, bello;
vo'andare in Porta Rossa
a comperar l'anello!"

Taxi's dreams were pleasant. He was still a boy, just fifteen mortal years. Yellow hair was long, tied back in a ridiculous bow. This was the fashion of the city of Italy, though, and his vibrant green eyes were hungry for its sights. As he had been sent there to train under a world renowned master Opera singer, to perfect his already heavenly voice. The boy, even at that age, was already a declared a prodigy and had been paraded around since the tender age of three to amaze and delight anyone who his father deemed worthy. The reception was most entertaining to him, to hear the way people described his voice as that of a thousand doves and begged to hear him again. The words would be made even more beautiful by the gift of full vampiric blood, in which he would sacrifice any strength, durability, or speed to give him a tongue that would bring grown men to their knees weeping. This was why in later years he would become ridiculously famous worldwide, and would only stop due to suspicions of why he was not aging.

"Sì, sì, ci voglio andare!
e se l'amassi indarno,
andrei sul Ponte Vecchio,
ma per buttarmi in Arno!"

This had never been of much importance to him. Italy itself had been boring. Atleast, when you compared it to who was in the city. Another student of his masters, a native to Italy. Not even in dreamland could Taxi recall his name. But, that's what the blonde adored so much about Opera, you didn't need to speak the language to understand it, to know what was being said, to feel the passion in the words, and to be brought to tears by it. Him and his first love shared no common tongue, they just, sang to one another. The sounds echoing along the canals were enough to describe how they felt about eachother, and if they didn't, then the nervous boyish kisses and touches sure did. How pleasant these dreams were, recalling those melodies, that, controlled scream which he mastered quickly. What had ever happened to his first love? They never did more then simply fool around, no, young Mortimer Von SchwarzesBlut wouldn't experience that till the tender age of eighteen, where-

"Mi struggo e mi tormento!
O Dio, vorrei morir!

Babbo, pietà, pietà!
Babbo, pietà, pietà!"

The sounds of his own voice finally woke up him. Taxi didn't know he had been gently singing an aria from Puccini's Gianni Schicchi, nor was he aware he ever did. Rapidly blinking as he shifted to sit up, not even realizing he had fallen asleep, and yet, there was something wrong.

He had lost track of time. Eyes torn from the head of another had turned on their new owner, nearly completely fogging over. Taxi should have replaced them yesterday, as now, as he could see the faint shapes which made up an object. And there was a void where Quinn should have been. It was quite obvious the older man had become near blind, as his eyes were on the verge of being completely grey with just a faint pupil and the most delicate hint of green.

"Q-Quinn?" It was just an alarmed whisper to himself, looking carefully around the room till he could make out what was probably the form of his lover. A sort of drunklove smile coated his face, closing his eyes but keeping himself turned towards the male. Taxi couldn't even see him, but he still uttered, "You're so damn beautiful." in the purr of the self-declared happiest man.. undead. Why? Because there was nowhere else, at the moment, he would rather be.


((Translation from Italian to English:

Oh dear daddy
Oh dear daddy
I love him, he is so handsome
I want to go to Porta Rossa
to buy the ring
Yes, yes, I want to go there
And if my love were in vain
I would go to Ponte Vecchio
and throw myself in the Arno
I fret and suffer torments
Oh God, I would rather die
Daddy, have pity, have pity

Ah will send you the song so you can hear it. <333 Essentially, Lauretta is begging her father to let her marry her boyfriend. If not, she says she'll throw herself into a river.))

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Quinn had sunk into his thoughts, vision going unfocused as he traversed the corridors of his mind. Kefka could've killed him, could've ripped his to shreds, but the ancient vampire hadn't. He'd let Quinn live. Why?

Because, as Quinn wagered, the twisted fuck found more pleasure in watching everything fall apart. He had said himself that Taxi would go back to him of his own volition -- there was nothing Quinn could do but to wait. Wait until the day the blonde boy became bored and moved on.

Quinn wanted to be angry; he wanted to leave Taxi before Taxi could leave him. But he couldn't -- on both accounts. Despite every harsh, venomous word Taxi's father had spit out, it wasn't enough to extinguish these... feelings Quinn had for Taxi. They'd been enough to make him doubt the integrity of this, whatever this was that they had between them, but not enough for him to dismiss his need, want, desire of the other.

There were no words to describe how pathetic that made him feel, how disgusted he was with himself. He used to be stronger, more stoic. What the hell had happened?

His brows flickered, knitting together for just a second as an angelic voice graced him. Green gaze came into focus and he was left staring wonderingly at the face of his lover.

He'd never heard him sing before.

Something in him coiled, tensing. He grit his teeth and looked away, face angled towards the ground. That voice... it was perfect. Beautiful. A gift.

He thought back to Kefka. To what Kefka had said. He thought back to his tears -- ones that now threatened to return. This time he had enough presence of mind to stop them, to banish them away.

He would not cry again.

His hand's clenched into fists and Quinn fought against the torrent of feelings that Taxi's voice brought up within him. Already the man was trying to rebuild his walls, the one's that the blonde had so expertly infiltrated before. Kefka had reminded him just how important those walls truly were.

And then Taxi woke up and spoke his name. The young man's head snapped up eyes homing in on the other's face.

Eyes narrowed, brows furrowed. Something was wrong. Quinn pushed himself off the floor and made his way towards the other, standing before him. He reached his hand out and held the other man's face within his hands, brushing away those blonde locks.

"You need another set of eyes." Quinn said gruffly, ignoring the other's elation and sappy words. He was acting a bit detached, a bit cold, but his concern was real.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

If only Taxi had known what was in Quinns mind. The older man would have tried his best to soothe his worries. That, or he would have given him hell for listening to his bastard of a father rather than he himself. The notion would have seemed completely ludicrous to him, letting some venomous words (which hadn't even come from the one in question) ruin a perfectly good thing. Despite his morbid fear of the L word (NOT lesbians- although they were scary too) he had been able to live in the moment and not dwell on it. To fully absorb himself in life. The concept of being so greatly effected by whatever his father could have said was beyond him. Perhaps this was a build up defense mechanism, though, from living with the man for... a ridiculous number of years.

Still. Taxi thought the coldness of Quinns rough words were simply from his injuries. An after effect of being thrown into a wall. These issues would fade just as the wounds would, and as the scars faded into his skin to never be seen again. So it didn't bother him at all.

He shrugged it off. "I'll be fine. Think of it like a blindfold." A grin, sitting back in the chair and drawing his delicate fingers through messy yellow hair. "Actually, that's a lie-"

Danger was gone, he didn't need to bother with sight, he already knew what his lover looked like. The man was an Adonis brought to earth, or an old roman statue come to life. No injury could change that. "I just don't want to leave."

The fact that Quinn cared was touching. Some people didn't want to be seen by prying eyes. Besides, hunting when you were blind was a hassle, he'd do it later. Later at night, when it would be easier. Although this meant he wouldn't have a choice in eyecolour. Ah well, sacrifices.

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Kefka's words probably wouldn't of had so much effect had the doubts not already been present within Quinn's mind. Yes, he had moved on from that night in which his doubts had turned into something sinister and lead him to hurt the one he cared about most. He was the kind of person never to let anything go, not truly. It was in his nature to worry, to question, to consider the fact that something might not last.

That certain something that had coiled and tightened within the younger man suddenly dissipated at the sight of Taxi's grin, and at the sound of his words. Green eyes slid shut and Quinn released a defeated sigh. There was no escaping the hold Taxi seemed to have over him, not that Quinn would ever really want to.

Quinn leaned down, pressing his lips against the angelic man's soft mouth. This was his for now, and he would cherish it. The man pulled back and sank to his knees, abdomen pressed against Taxi's legs as he took the blonde man's hands within his own. He held those delicate hands within his own and rested them in the German's lap. Taxi had the hands of an artist, the hands of a lover. Quinn's were rough, thick, accustomed to all the manual labor he had done as a human. There was nothing beautiful about them, in his eyes.

He drew the other's hand to him and ran his lips over each one of those perfectly-formed fingers.

"You could always take one of mine." He said without thinking. It seemed so simple, like nothing at all. Quinn's lips upturned into a sardonic little smile and he rested his cheek against the other's hand -- still held within his grasp. His eyes fell half-lidded and he wondered how long they could stay like that, together, so close and touching.

Not long enough.

It was probably best Taxi couldn't see. Quinn didn't want the man to worry. He looked worse than he felt. Well, probably.

Quinn swallowed and released Taxi's hands. His own fell to Taxi's thigh, where he splayed his fingers out, eyes dropping to examine his digits. His ring finger was a little crooked from where he had broken it forever ago during his life as a human.

"I'm glad you're here." He stated thoughtfully, deep voice in something of a whisper.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

It wasn't entirely a lie though, as the state he was in was like wearing a blindfold. Taxi had chosen to simply close his eyes though and not strain his mind trying to make sense of the shapes he saw.

So the kiss was a pleasant surprise. Eyes didn't bother opening, he knew whose lips those were against his, and the second they left a tongue slipped out to steal the taste. Hands touched his, a body pressing against his legs. His other senses had taken hold, lavishing the flavour of Quinn still lingering on his tongue. The worst was over, now he was just enjoying the day. Enjoying the world. And enjoying Quinn.

His hands didn't seem hard to Taxi. To him, they were powerful and protective. They would hold him and keep him from harm, and hell, if they did more then that, it was only better. But, Taxi was an optimist at heart. Mock-kisses against his fingers, the appreciation was noted, having completely relaxed them in Quinns hands earlier. A face laid itself on his hand, and even though there was slight roughness to it, he adored it nonetheless.

There was that smell of dried blood still wafting in the air. Even though most of it had been washed off, the scent wouldn't die. It was nearly impossible to recognize it, but Taxi, with his vision ruined for now, was all too aware. He was also perceptive enough to think Quinn was still a bit off. Gentle touches weren't really his sort of thing, the man could practically hear the gears turning in the brain of his lover. He was deep in thought, these weren't just idle actions.

After all of this.. graceful movement, these really quite romantic gestures Taxi felt where the hands now rested and he spoke.

His own set of digits were now free to roam, and they carefully felt around till his thumb found the tip of Quinns nose. It drew itself up the bridge where it eventually would spread his fingers along his forehead and up into his hair, bathing in the texture.

"I'm tickled pink you think so." Amused light laughter, sounding a bit like bells. While slim digit with perfect nails curled itself around some hair while the other hand placed itself ontop of Quinns larger one. "There's nowhere i'd rather be." A devout purr, "There's nowhere i'd rather you be than right here." before leaning down to place a kiss on the top of the mans head.

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It was strange, how he felt. It was as if he'd been drawn out from within, forced to feel things he had worked so hard to suppress. He was thinking that thought again, the one that made him feel like an ass and vindictive at the same time.

Things, before Taxi, had never been this complicated.

How could a simple fuck in the park turn into this? It went against logic. I went against both men's natures. But here it was, this thing neither of them was willing to name, binding them together with its invisible ties. Not even Kefka had enough strength to sever them completely. No, for these ties to break, Taxi, Quinn, or both would have to give in.

Quinn went a little cross-eyed as he watched Taxi's hand come closer and closer. He flinched just a little at the touch, expecting it to be clumsier. The last thing he needed was to be poked in the eye or something. But Taxi's touch was capable and graceful. Quinn found himself leaning into the other's caress like a dog starved for attention. And maybe he was -- starved, that is. It felt like he hadn't had this kind of contact for far too long, even though they'd been together, what, two days ago?

Yeah, hell, things were really complicated. Quinn wasn't like Taxi, he couldn't live in the now, not completely. There would always be a part of him dedicated to worry, to thinking of every little thing that could go wrong.

Right now he was considering the fact Kefka might change his mind. He might burst in at any given moment and take Taxi away. Even if what Kefka had said was right -- that Taxi would leave him on his own-- Quinn wanted to suspend that as long as he could.

Green eyes flew open and the look written across his features was serious and all business.

"As soon as you're able, we should leave. Find somewhere else to go." The man advised. He wasn't considering the fact that he was in shit poor condition. His mind was on Taxi, on the man's inability to see. Granted, he could travel with the other and serve as a guide dog, but things would be easier with two sets of eyes. Not to mention that, deep down, Quinn wanted to linger as well. He was still tired. He was still fretting over whether or not to bring up what had happened the earlier night.

In the end, he couldn't hold it back.

" Your father..." Said that you would get bored and leave. " Could come back at any time." He winced at the little lie and was now glad that Taxi couldn't see, lest his expression give him away. He couldn't bring himself to ask. He was afraid of the answer Taxi might give.

" And... I don't think I'm up to another encounter with that bastard just yet." He managed a wry smile but his eyes were dark with hate and something blacker, something more sinister. The desire to kill, perhaps.

Quinn attempted to stand up but only managed to fall forward. His hand grappled for anything to catch himself, which turned out to be Taxi's shoulder. Quinn bit out a short, breathy laugh.

"Fuck. I'm sorry." He spoke quietly. He was positioned above the other, leaning over him, brown bangs nearly grazing the top of the blonde's head.

" Hold still, babe." Quinn commanded softly while he tried to get his body to work with him. The vertigo subsided and he regained his equilibrium. "Alright." He moved back and away from the seated man and made his way to the window where he looked out from between two slabs of wood (those used to block out the sun.)

He wondered, idly, if Kefka's goons were out their, waiting for the pair to make their move.

He wouldn't put it past them. Even if Kefka was gone, it didn't mean he was gone. The bastard could still be keeping surveliance on his son.

" Let's get the fuck out of Boston." Quinn said, gruff voice finding more strength and energy. He turned away from the window and dropped his gaze onto the other man. "We'll go to New York. Mississippi. Africa. Egypt. Fuck I don't care. Let's just leave." The more distance he could put between himself and the location where Kefka royally screwed things up, the better.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

"Not New York," Taxi thought out loud. "There's only one place I can think of that-" The man cut himself off, realizing what he was about to say. Oh, and that would have sounded stupid as hell and Quinn surely would have laughed. Tell him later, when you're sure that would be the best option. Right now it would sound as ridiculous as his name being Mortimer.

Throughout Quinns little rant, Taxi couldn't help but become concerned. Not that his father would come, though. He knew that Kefka was an incredibly efficent man, and to let him go and then come back for him was just wasting time. What he was worried about was the anxiety and stress he heard on the voice of his lover. That man was like a loaded gun of tension. Something had to be done to remedy this.

"There's a fatal flaw with your plan, Liebling." The tone was incredibly calm, sitting with his legs crossed and leaning back in the old chair. "I won't be able to go untill you're able to go. And you're not able to go, you can't even stand up without falling over and groping me."

"And lastly, I can't see. Although, sight is my least favourite sense." Voice became a purr now, an amused little thing, toying with the words. "I far prefer smell, hearing," On that note, Taxi turned towards Quinn. He knew exactly where the other man was, he was far too vocal to stay hidden. The blonde had gone for long stretches blind to the world, not wanting to see what it had become. So he was quite graceful when he stood and slinked over to Quinn.

There was something his lover probably needed more then he wanted it, as Taxi doubted the thought had occured to him. The taller man was stressed and quite frankly, just needed to relax. "My favourite two are touch," A hand placed itself on Quinns hip. Thank god the blonde had remembered just where the other had been injured and his father had kept it above the belt. "And Taste. And i'm unable to go anywhere till I do this-"

The other hand brang itself to the back of Quinns head and pulled him down while Taxi reached up with his lips to steal the others mouth in a kiss. Unlike the others that had happened this night, this was no gentle and innocent lip lock, but nor was it as raw as some of theirs had been.

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Quinn snapped his head towards the other, brows falling together as he wondered what was behind the blonde's unfinished statement. He would have said something had he not been completely transfixed by the other man's movements, by his melodic words. Green eyes dropped down to observe the face of his lover. Quinn's entire body was brimming with anxiousness, with stress. He was coiled so tightly there was the danger that he'd snap at any given moment.

And then Taxi kissed him.

At first he didn't react at all. The gruff man's eyes stayed open, fixed on the face of lover, which was blurry due to their proximity. Then his eyes slid shut and he sighed into the kiss before drawing both of his hands into those silk-like golden strands of hair. His fingers pressed into Taxi's scalp with light, commanding pressure.

Then, suddenly, Quinn returned the kiss with wanton ferocity. He was all teeth, all strength -- there was no gentleness behind the liplock. Each nip, slip of his tongue, and clacking of teeth served as an outlet to the man's stress, which was now quickly dissipating into the kiss. The grip within Taxi's hair turned rough as Quinn suddenly broke the kiss and yanked the man's head back, exposing that sensuous, pale-skinned throat.

His fangs pressed delicately at the skin above the jugular, threatening. The piercing of flesh did not come and instead Quinn pulled back and ran his tongue over the line of Taxi's throat, from collarbone to the tip of that boyish jaw. A thin trail of saliva was left to cool in the stale air of the little room.

Quinn purred out a growl, hands loosening and allowing Taxi's hair to slip out from between his fingers. He licked at his lips, savoring the taste of the other before dropping his arms to encircle the thinner man's waist. He was calmer now, less apt to worry.

His lips hovered near Taxi's ear as the man ground out between grit teeth --

"I really want to fuck you." He sounded near desperate. Any coupling was out of the question while he was in such a sorry physical state, even Quinn knew this. He sighed out leaning his face into that soft head of hair.

" You were saying something earlier," He said in a sudden change of subject. " If you know somewhere we can go... tell me." Quinn commanded softly then inhaled quietly, relaxing into the scent of the other man.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

God damn Taxi loved the way Quinn kissed him. It was that ferocious need, that lusty want of the others mouth attacking his own. This made up for any lack of warmth in the taller mans voice, but not only that, he could feel him untense with every second they touched-

The blonde wasn't expecting this, although, he really should have. God damn did Quinn pull his hair a lot. Not that he minded, in truth, it got him quite worked up. But, why yank him back- He felt teeth against his throat, the pressure was hard, menacing the skin relentlessly. That explained it. Taxi half wanted them to break the flesh and tear into it, but before he got that far into thought, a tongue smoothly drew a line along his neck and extracted a moan.

Hands clasped themselves behind Quinns neck when arms trapped his waist. Those words only confirmed what he had known earlier and Taxi couldn't help but be a bit smug. It was too bad, though, but he supposed he would have to fufill that raincheck later. The fact that his lover was calmer and more collected was good enough for him. He did feel bad for the other though, the blonde supposed he could improve his spirits later, when he was more physically able.

"Huh?" Taxi had forgotten all about their conversation earlier. Fingers tapped along the back of Quinns neck. "This is so cliche." A downtrodded sigh before he finally confessed. "There's only one place we could stay truely hidden. Satu Mare, which is in..." The blonde was nearly choking on his own tongue. He loathed unoriginality. This was horrible. Why did he have to live there. "Transylvania."

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He had resigned himself to just enjoy the other's presence. There was nothing he could do about what happened in the past and there was nothing he could do about what would happen in the future. As much as Quinn would have loved to, he had no control over anything, save the moment, the present.

Green eyes ran over the face of his lover, tracing over his familiar features. He wondered, briefly, what Taxi's original eyes had looked like. Quinn placed a hand flat against the older man's lower back, fingers playing with the fabric there absently. His eyes glazed over as if he had again drifted away with his own thoughts. Despite how it appeared, Quinn had heard Taxi's words.

A twitch at the corners of his mouth lead into a slow forming smirk, one with true mirth shining behind it. He didn't fail to see the humor in their situation, as misplaced as it was. There was part of him that was put off by the whole scenario, part of him that just wanted to forget about everything. He had always hated when things turned complicated. Even as a child Quinn had run away from problems or ignored them when things got too jumbled. Was it really worth all the hassle, stress, and fear?

He sighed and kissed the blonde's forehead, brushing away the golden hair with gentle swipe of his hand.

" Transylvania." Quinn repeated softly, brows raising as he shook his head just slightly. " It's like were in one of those bad movies." His smirk had faded into a faint, lopsided smile and he took a moment to observe the other. Quinn's emerald gaze again ran over the other man's features, eventually stopping to meet Taxi's blind eyes. His smile returned tenfold. Yeah, it was worth it. He felt like a sap and loser for thinking that but there was no fighting it -- this pull he felt towards Taxi.

He swallowed down another wave of vertigo, screwing his eyes shut as he weathered out the threat. Taxi was right. There was nothing they could do with him in his current state. He needed to heal.

" Why Transylvania?" He asked quietly, curiosity driven out. " What would keep him from there?"

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Hands fell from Quinns neck to reach around his own back and take the larger stronger ones in his own. If they were going to travel, to escape, then his lover needed to be at his physical best. And it wasn't going to do him any good trying to stand up then fall over and crack his head open. That would be gross.

So he lead the taller man back to the mattress, tugging him along while walking backwards. It was actually kinda freaky how Taxi knew exactly where the furntiture was, but, he had been up all night watching Quinn sleep. So it wasn't too surprising.

"My Uncle lives there, the um, really tall one." Taxi smiled. It was actually a fairly pleasant thought. "Father is utterly terrified of him, and i'm sure he'd be delighted to have us there." The blonde usually wouldn't want a man who he had fucked in a gazebo to meet his family so quickly. But these were extreme circumstances. Besides, he didn't want Quinn to think they were all insane jackasses who would throw him into walls. And if there was a polar opposite to Kefka, it was his twin brother.

How'd they get there was another problem all together. Maybe he could call. Whatever. Didn't matter right now. All that was his concern was making sure Quinn got well again. Well of body and mind. Although his mind seemed severely improved in a short amount of time, he had seemed sulky near the begining of the night and now he was all smiles. Or, so he thought.

Damn. He really did need new eyes. This was fucking annoying. Taxi wanted to see Quinn, to soak in his features and enjoy his expressions. Mainly the blonde wanted to see those goregeous emerald eyes which he had been at one point tempted to steal. Later, though. Later he'd get a new set. Possibly something more true to his roots. "Yeahyeah, I know, it's funny," all he would do would be to tap Quinn on the chest, "But that's the only place I could see him not following us, if you think he would." Taxi was personally doubtful, but was taking whatever reason the younger man had for this seriously enough. "We're not going anywhere till you're strong enough to fuck me, though." A devilish little grin.

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Quinn settled down on the mattress, wincing as his body protested to the pressure of having the mat beneath it accordingly. Times like these, in which a human man would be dead or incapable of moving, Quinn was glad he was a vampire. His body was already mending; It would not take long for him to become able again. Overnight the broken bones in his chest had started to heal, along with most -- save the deepest-- of the cuts that riddled his back.

Because his body was forced into a state of accelerated healing, it was no wonder that Quinn ran out of energy incredibly quickly. The heavy sensation was back and it felt like every cell is his body was suffering from a fit of fatigue. There was no getting around the fact that Kefka had beaten him with as much effort as it took to crush an insect. Quinn's anger was steal smoldering, his pride still injured. Quinn thought himself a man, but in the eyes of ancient vampires, he was nothing more than a fledgling.

Quinn's state of mind may have seemed better, but it was a fickle thing. He was riding the proverbial emotional roller coaster, its turns, rises, and falls unpredictable at best. At present he was calmed by the prospect of their having a safe haven to retreat to. He couldn't help but feel a bit hesitant though. Quinn had seen what Taxi's uncle looked like and... well, that was something that would take some getting used to -- if he ever got used to it.

He was mindful not to bring his concerns up. The younger man did not wish to offend the other or his family. Uncle-fangs-through-lip looked ten times more powerful than Kefka. Looks could be deceiving, but that didn't keep Quinn from imagining the tall, super-pale man from crushing his skull in.

"You're sure," His eyes fell away from the ceiling and onto Taxi's face, "...that he wouldn't mind?" Quinn paused briefly, eyes flickering in thought, " I mean... I wouldn't want to be a burden or whatever." He'd been caught up in the current now and it was all Quinn could do but follow it.

A small grin worked its way to his face and he somehow (always) found enough energy to look and sound lecherous. " I'll be sure to heal as fast as I can, if that's the case." Ah, the prospect of sex. It could always lighten a man's mood.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Just because you were paranoid didn't mean somebody wasn't out to get you.

And in this case, Quinn had been spot on. Two men were on the roof of a not so far away building. One had headphones on and some heavy duty looking electronics next to him, the other a slim but powerful telescope. "Fuck, Fischer, are you still listening to this shit? For christs sake, they were about to have sex!"

"It doesn't matter, Köhler." The other man spat, mildly annoyed. This still felt wrong to him. Fischer went back to awkwardly watching the two make out through the hole in the boards. His partner, Köhler, was listening to the bugs they had placed in the room during their little raid. A few powerful tiny microphones hidden in the walls.

"See?" A smug smile, tapping the record button on the machine. "They just said where they're going. Satu Mare, Transylvania." Köhler laughed, taking the headphones off and leaning back. Time for a congratulatory cigarette. "Schadenfreude."

Little did he know, he would later be thrown out of a window fifty stories up for being the bearer of bad news.

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"Trust me," He laid down next to Quinn on his stomach, folding his arms below himself. "My uncle Dimone will teach you the meaning of Hospitality." A smile before resting his chin on his forearms. The blonde had actually positioned himself rather catlike, back arched downwards and his legs crossed at the ankles but bringing them up so that he formed an L.

Taxi turned his head to let his face fall across his arms, stretching them out infront of himself and letting them fall on the floor, spreading fingers out along the wood. He was now in ridiculously good spirits. He suspected nothing of Quinns inner mental workings, was incredibly comfortable, and was in some of the best company of his life.

"Anyone ever told you how sexy your voice is?" A purr, letting his legs fall back down against the mattress. Maybe he'd go get new eyes while Quinn was sleeping. Feed, too. Oh god, and if they WERE going to travel, he'd need new clothes. Raiding Quinns closet might be fun though.

Heheh.

[Obelisk]

Paranoia had been instilled in Quinn during the war after he had fallen from the sky and had been spirited away to one of the several prisoner camps. There people were reduced to nothing but dogs where some killed over meager scraps of stale, rotting bread and others just sat around waiting for the inevitable -- death. It was there that Quinn had learned the meaning of caution. You had to remain as discrete as possible, become invisible so that you were never one of those singled out.

He had seen prisoners shot on sight for no reason other than to stave off their captor's boredom.

The man had since developed the habit of second-guessing himself, of running a scenario through his mind again and again to try and come up with every possible outcome. It brought him comfort, this psuedo-knowledge of things to come. Quinn had considered the fact they were being watched earlier at his station by the window. At present he was too tired to entertain the countless different trains of thought that attempted to fill his head. All he knew, felt was true down to the marrow of his bones, was that Kefka was some kind of omnipresent figure in Taxi's life. If there was somewhere to go to escape Taxi's father, just for a while, he'd go.

Quinn was on the edge of sleep when Taxi's voice graced him. " Hmm. That's good. Can't wait to meet this Uncle of yours." A soft smile that turned into something of a thoughtful pout. Brows furrowed and his eyes drifted to his lover's face.

"Once. But then I called her a whore. So she slapped me."

It wasn't a joke. He was completely serious.