VEGAS BABY

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The prospect of immortality had always tasted bitter on Quinn's tongue and more so as of late. His trip to Romania had dredged up the thoughts and feelings he had worked so hard to suppress. He was a human-turned-vampire. Unlike Taxi, Quinn had no family to speak of. They'd all since long passed leaving him behind, and if there was anything to religion, Quinn was never to meet with them again. Vampires didn't go to heaven. Or at least according to the movies they didn't. Quinn's knowledge of the vampire race was limited at best (obviously.). But the fact he was a blood-sucking leech seemed grounds enough to damn him to hell.

That said, when a certain letter somehow found its way into his hands, Quinn was struck speechless. He read on, disbelieving yet at the same time hoping against all odds that the words scrawled across the eggshell paper weren't a ruse. The letter and its anonymous write claimed that Silas, his older brother, was alive and living within the states. Normally Quinn wouldn't have believed a word, but those damned annoying emotions and longing for a life lost interfered with his judgment. He'd left Romania without a word. Why? Because he knew Taxi would've tried to follow.

And business with any type of "organization" was likely to be dangerous.

In some nondescript location in Alaska, Quinn met with the author of the letter that had possessed him to cross the globe in what was likely to turn out to be a wild goose chase. The gentleman was an older man and immediately sent warning flares spiraling through Quinn. Something about the pale-skinned, liver-spotted, man was off but he'd flashed a disarming smile and promised to bring Quinn to Silas. The vampire, again going against his better judgment, agreed to accompany the man.

The facility was nothing more than a bunker, built during the Second World War, jimmy-rigged to fit its current needs. He'd been barred from seeing much of the facility so its purpose remained something of a mystery. The man, whose name was either Jim or Jake or Jack (Quinn didn't think it important), led the vampire to a room, claiming that his brother was inside.

The doors were opened and chained to the walls and ground was a wolf. Quinn flashed "Jack" a look of "what the fuck are you playing at?" The vampire was crushed, confused, and angry at the audacity of this man, fooling him into believing the impossible. Silas was dead. This had all been pointless.

But Silas wasn't dead. He was just....different. A werewolf. Quinn learned that soon enough. The organization had the lofty ideals of changing the beasts for the better, attempting to save them from themselves and their horrid fate. Jack even offered to accept Quinn into the program, promised to some day be able to cure him of his vampirism. Quinn responded by choking the man, vertebrae crushing under his angry grip.

He freed Silas and they fled....to Las Vegas. Or that's as far as they made it. Yeah.

His brother laid curled up against a wall in some social hermit's apartment. Said hermit was currently rotting in the bathtub, having had the blood drained from his body. Quinn was confident they'd be safe for a while in the home. It wasn't likely any one would be checking up on the dead guy. Quinn had done his homework. He grew restless and decided that some time in the city might help him unwind.

Picking up a notepad he scrawled:

Going out. Be back soon. Don't go anywhere. STAY here.

While roaming the strip, Quinn caught sight of a familiar face, one he recalled seeing in the bunker-turned-laboratory. His immediate instinct was that they'd followed him and his brother. He'd make a preemptive strike.

Entering the hotel after the man, Quinn charmed the information of as to what room the man was staying in from the attendant. Or he thought he charmed her. Turned out she gave him the wrong room number on purpose. He'd gotten a keycard ( after knocking out the maid) and opened the door.

He pushed quietly inside, soundless as he closed the door behind him. He stalked towards the bed, murderous intent fueling him. Quinn then realized that there were two figures in the bed. The next revelation was that he was in the wrong goddamned room.

Then....

"Taxi?!"

What the fuck was going on. And who the hell was he spooning with? His hand was twitching, torn between wanting to kill without asking questions and his better nature...of not killing. Yet.

[Rip]

Good things were suppose to happen to good people. Someone as disgustingly kind as the Polish boy (about to get the beating of his life) should have amazing karma. A one way ticket to heaven, winning the lottery, inheriting a rediculously large estate from some obscure dead uncle- anything. But no, not Gabrjel Gorsky, who could quite possibly be the most unlucky human being to ever walk the earth. Poor ol' Gabri, who was ONCE AGAIN about to wake up and be scared to death because a certain blonde nightmare either climbed in next to him or put him there. Only the situation happened to be much much worse this time.

A very angry voice woke shook him out of sleep and weird dreams that made more sense then his daily life, and (expecting police to come drag him back to that asylem), the tall boy sprung up, grey eyes wide. He noticed two things instantly: Taxi was in the bed and there was a rather horrorfying big guy standing in the doorway. First, Taxi was in the bed. A-fucking-gain. The reaction was similar to the last one, because no matter how often these things occured he just couldn't get used to them. His long face turned so red that it practicly glowed in the dark, right to the point where his ears looked like chili peppers, and he fell out of the covers so fast that he hit the floor and had to scramble to get all the way off the bed. Landing on his back with an 'ompf', he could just see the feet of the really-angry-guy from under the bed. Still half asleep and still not wanting to die OR get dragged back to the crazy house, he crawled under the bed and covered his head.

This. sucked.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Even if Gabri fell asleep in a chair or if Taxi did, either way he usually ended up next to the Pole leeching his warmth from him. It was horrible sleeping by oneself, being alone. But it was mostly to steal his body heat. And because the bed was always more comfortable. So he felt no guilt when the sound of a familiar voice woke him up, it was prettymuch the opposite. So much so that the blonde didn't even notice that his friend had fallen out of the bed or that Quinn looked angry. Nor did it even occur to him that this may look like something other than what it was.

Oh god, oh god, Quinn was back, his Quinn had returned, the man who he had gone without sex for, for one of the longest periods of his 'life', that handsome sexy creature he had grown to l- Who was standing with some sort of murderous intent in his eye, similiar to how he had looked the night when he ran away. But that didn't register to him, no, all he saw was someone who he had craved and lusted after and nearly died without, someone who had left again without warning, someone who he wanted to touch and hold and smother with kisses and fuck.


"QUINN!!" His voice was high pitched and filled with utter glee. The vampire lept from the bed and unless he was stopped one way or another, he would spring on his the taller man and wrap his arms around him in as strong a hug as he could muster. Wanted to say more, ask him where he had gone, how he found him, and just generally babble and ramble and probably end up crying but right now he just had to touch him and feel him and hear his voice and burry his face in the crook of his neck and smell him.

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He completely forgot about the guy (the other guy) that he had first intended to kill. Hell, thoughts of his brother and the need to protect him were wiped from his mind for the time being as well. Quinn was completely focused on the current scenario. Who the fuck was the guy hiding under the covers? (He couldn't hide his pleasure at Gabri's fear. It appeared on his in the form of a sardonic, mean smirk.) Quinn probably would've lunged at Gabri, thrown the covers off, and choked the man while demanding information (Who the fuck are you?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING, BITCH?) if it wasn't for Taxi.

The blonde always managed to distract Quinn and Gabri was damned fortunate for that truth. Quinn allowed Taxi to embrace him, the vampire trying to get a handle on his emotions. Jealousy, anger, relief, comfort, violence, and that one emotion no one liked to admit to. Quinn settled for kissing Taxi, angling the blonde's head back, growling in the back of his throat. The lip-lock was fierce and messy, and involved an obscene amount of tongue. He'd missed the older vampire, that much was obvious. There was an ulterior motive to his immoral actions as well. Namely, to demonstrate to Gabri who belonged to who (or to make the Polish man to squirm with unease.)

He pulled away with a wet smacking sound, a trail of saliva connecting his bottom lip to Taxi's briefly before dissipating. Quinn wore a strange expression, his smile tight and almost dangerous.

"Who the fuck is he?" The vampire questioned, voice a pitched a little higher normal. Quinn didn't even spare a glance at the man in question and instead looked directly into Taxi's eyes, unblinking and waiting.

[Rip]

The black, curly haired man had absolutely no intention of coming out from under the bed, but that didn't mean he was alone under there. No, Gabri was hardly ever alone even if his brain had to invent the company. Sitting beside him was a curious little feline with a light coating of green moss growing over its fur and four perfectly working ears atop it's head. It's wide, alien yellow eyes acting as spot lights in the dark, the four-eared cat grinned, bearing rows of twinkling teeth, and nudged the boy with a lazy paw.

Gabri, who had his face pressed to the carpet and his arms crossed over his head, just shook his head quickly. No, he wasn't going to look up. He had the sinking feeling that if he did he would be faced with something rather traumatizing. The cat didn't appreciate being ignored and raised it's back, the moss and mud cracking as a hiss rolled over it's tongue and hackles shot up along it's spine. The Pole ignored it. Nope. Not looking up.

Until he felt something sharp stab his leg, then he shot up and banged his skull on the wooden frame of the bed (just barely stifling a loud 'OW, DARNET'). The snickering hallucination retracted its claws and darted away, vanishing through the wall.

Well he was right about one thing: it had been a bad idea to open his eyes. Not that he saw much, since Gabri was so terribly mortified that the first glance caused him to hide in his knees, but it CERTAINLY was enough to leave an imprint in his mind. EW.

ew ew ew ew ew ewe ewewewwwwwwwwww he didn't just see that that was his imagination- NO WAIT THINKING THAT UP WAS MUCH WORSE THEN ACTUALLY SEEING IT BECAUSE THAT MEANT HE WAS A REALLY MESSED UP KIND OF PERVERT ON THE INSIDE AND-

"Who the fuck is he?"

Gabrjel tried very hard to be invisible.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

It didn't matter that they were dead and going to hell. Because, as corny as it was, Taxi was happiest and closest to heaven he'd ever be when he was with someone he harboured feelings for. Especially when they had their tongues rammed down his throat. The blonde didn't sense any of the emotions in the lip lock, all he did was taste and enjoy and relish the contact. Such a needy little creature. He even rubbed himself up against Quinn rather lewdly, forgetting about the other person in the room. Untill the kiss broke and he was reminded of a certain somebody.

Head turned slightly to try and look at his friend, but he couldn't take his eyes away from the brunettes. No, he was locked to those emeralds that were far more beautiful than his stolen dull pond-scum greens. Mouth moved slowly while speaking, transfixed by seeing his face once again, arms wrapping around his neck and not letting go.

"That's Gabri, he's a sweetie, gives good backrubs. I was getting attacked by crows while hitchhiking and he saved me. He's crazy and kills people because the 'Angel of Death' tells him to." Yes, this adequately summed up his new buddy Gabri. It still hadn't clicked in his sometimes airy head that Quinn may be harbouring ill will towards the Pole. Nor did he think his friend may be frightened, afterall, Quinn was nothing to be afraid of. He was a big snuggly wuggly bear.

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Quinn, for once, wasn't thinking about sex, despite the way Taxi was rubbing up against him. Oh no, Quinn's mind was in a far darker place, if the way he was glowering at Gabri was any indication. Backrubs? That caused Quinn to grit his teeth, muscles in his throat flexing as he swallowed, as if trying not to choke on an unpleasant taste. There were very few saving graces, Quinn decided, when it came to his personality. He simply wasn't a nice guy, never intended to be.

He brushed past Taxi, jealousy having smothered any elation at their reunion. Quinn stalked towards Gabri and kicked the bed, sending the entire thing (mattress,headboard and all) sliding towards the wall. It hit the drywall with an alarming crash, leaving the hiding man exposed. Green eyes bore down on the Pole, and Quinn spoke lowly, dangerously.

"Get out. Go. Run." He left the "or I'll kill you" unsaid. One could assume the silent statement by the way he seemed to shake, holding back. "NOW!" He barked, faced contorting into a snarl, fangs exposed.

There was only one person in that room that could placate the beast. The leash was in Taxi's hand. Even Quinn was aware of it, even though he'd never fess up to such a thing. Ever.

[Rip]

Since he happened across Taxi all those weeks ago, Gabri had said 'sorry' about 934230483094723874 times. The number, actually, is probably not an exaggeration. Every single thing that went wrong over the course of that time he had blaimed on himself. Taxi ruining his hoodie- his fault. Taxi getting shot- diffinatly his fault. Taxi going emo- his fault. Getting thrown out of the Mirage by bullets and angry police men- his fault. Getting stripped-... well it was probably his fault somehow. It was always better to apologize just in case. Guilt was a nasty thing.

HOWEVER, this time he was ready to fully admit that it was NOT his fault. Infact he had been going out of his way to ensure that he did not wake up next to his very hyper and really-bad-at-explaining-things friend, but SOMEHOW he just failed miserably every single time. Actually gathering up some courage, he was ready to say why he was there and that nothing... had been going on for very obvious reasons.

Well, he was going to until the bed was thrown off him.

So he was left with that little flare of manliness sucked out of him and cowering against the wall, looking up at someone who was obviously a really pissed off god. In his head, Gabri saw mushroom clouds and explosions and mass hysteria.

"I-I'M S-SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT I DIDNT DO ANYTHING DONT KILL ME PLEASE SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY SORRY," Franticly pleading, his accent annoyingly thick in times of peril, he tried looking at Taxi for help but couldn't look away from the freaken hulk about to rip him to peices.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

It had taken this long for the slow wheels which needed some oil in his brain to turn and turn and turn and finally they clicked together, the cogs that had been whirring bringing some clarity.

Oh... oh, OH, OH GOD NO!

Taxi sprung across the room to latch onto Quinn's back, pulling his arms around the angry man. It may seem to some as though he was trying to hold him back, but anyone who knew their comparative strengths would realize it wasn't. He was torn between laughing himself silly at the notion of him cheating on Quinn, especially with Gabri of all people, or being angry with the other vampire for thinking he would ever betray him.

"NEIN, Quinn, you should know better! I'd never cheat on you, even if you DID abandon me without so much as a word. Again." Voice was in his ear, but the anger and amusement had melded together with his accent. He couldn't be mad, not when he had him back. And it was impossible to giggle when Gabri looked like he was going to piss himself. When he finished his little attempt at keeping things in the room sane he bit the ear he had been speaking into, catching the shell of it between his pointed teeth. It was a distinct motion, similar to pulling someone by the ear, and it was Taxi very clearly saying DOWN BOY.

Poor Gabri. He'd have to make this up to him somehow. And NOT with a backrub, apparently. Or cookies.

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Quinn wasn't evil-hearted, just mean and at the current moment pissed as hell. So he found no twisted enjoyment in the way Gabri cowered and pleaded, apologizing profusely. The vampire got the indication that Gabri didn't even know what he was apologizing for and was doing so just because, you know, he didn't want to die.

Sufficed to say, Quinn was a bit confused. Taxi hooked up with this guy? This pale, gangly, meek thing? That was a blow to Quinn's ego. He might've taken out his sulkiness on Gabri in the form of violence if Taxi hadn't intervened.

The younger vampire stiffened, muscles tensing as if he was about to break from Taxi's grip, but at the blonde's words, Quinn visibly deflated. The anger was gone (mostly), having been usurped by guilt. The bite at his ear elicited a soft growl from Quinn and the man relaxed, saying without words that he was defeated. Fine. No killing of Poles tonight.

"I had my reasons," Quinn said defiantly, trying to keep the guilt at bay. " But I'm sorry." A whisper. Now wasn't the time to talk about things, not when he was still trying to get his mind around the situation at hand.

"Stop sniveling and get up." Quinn commanded, glaring at Gabri. " And for Chrissakes, get some goddamned clothes on." Wait, what? His attention was drawn back to Taxi and by now Quinn had pulled himself from the smaller man's arms, turning around to face him.

" He's practically naked." Quinn said, cocking his head and narrowing his eyes. The accusation was unspoken but clear in his voice. He shifted and whirled his attention back to Gabri.

"Why are you almost naked?" Again his pitch was higher than normal and he put emphasis on the "why." He paced a bit, attention fixed onto Gabri, waiting for an explanation. He wasn't happy. He wanted an explanation.

[Rip]

Thank god for Taxi. So what if he was pretty much the cause of everything bad that happened (not that Gabri would admit that), he just stopped angry-guy from ripping off arms and legs and heads and rolling them down the hallways! Noticing the exploding fires die down, the boy lowered his hands just slightly, enough to see what was going on.

Stop sniveling? STOP SNIVELING! Three seconds ago all 24 years of his life had been flashing infront of his eyes for chrissake. And put clothes on... wait, clothes? He was not wearing clothes?

Looking down cautiously, not really wanting to look away from Quinn incase he decided to kill him again, suspicions were confirmed. Again. Oh for the love of god. "I don't know! I didn't go to bed like this." Face flustered, he scrambled away from the wall, trying to keep away from the boogyman, fiddling nervously with the plastic hospital bracelet on his wrist. "... I swear." Not gay, he wouldn't even give Taxi a kiss on the cheek. Actually, when the vampire had pecked him before he almost killed the Pole... same as the time in the tub, which he did not plan on bringing up. He did plan on high tailing it out of the room though, at least until he was somewhat sure his life wasn't in jepordy.

Mummbling, "Um i'm getting changed", Gabri half dashed half tripped to the bathroom.

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"Humans smell really nasty if you let them sleep in their clothes." Duh. It was only logical. And Gabri was too shy to do it himself, so Taxi ended up having to do it after he'd gone to sleep. And even if his friend showered when he woke up, then they'd also have to get his clothes washed, and by that point it was just so much trouble and sleeping nude was so much better. Well, not nude, as he would have liked to been, as he figured the Pole would have been unwilling to spend the night in the same CITY as him again if that happened. God, Quinn was so wierd sometimes, wondering why they were undressed. They had been sleeping. Obviously.

He watched as Gabri went to the bathroom, glancing down at himself. The blonde was only wearing boxershorts himself and considered finding some clothes, but was too distracted by Quinn. He'd ask about his 'reasons' later.

"He really is a nice guy. I was lonely when you were gone, needed a friend to keep me company." The blonde was a social butterfly and needed something to distract him from his longing and sadness. Or else he'd become a bucket of emo. Which was an edge he had been teetering on for a long while and tipped over and fell into tears once or twice. That L word really sucked when you were seperated, and it's why he tended to avoid it. Far too needy and clingly to be limited to one person for attention.

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Quinn watched as Gabri disappeared into the bathroom, trying to come to a decision as to whether or not everyone was lying to him. He trusted Taxi, he really did, but Quinn had the tendency to be downright bullheaded in matters of relationships. Well, namely matters of and dealing with Taxi.

Jealousy twisted in his gut and he was left with a bitter taste in his mouth. He understood that he had left Taxi without so much as a word. He understood that it must've hurt the German, he understood that he had fucked up yet again. But this time his reason had actually meant something. Okay, so now he was feeling guilty and Quinn never handled that well.

So he decided to pursue things further, deflecting any attention on him back to Taxi.

Eyeing the man up and down, Quinn settled into a stern expression, lips pulled into a tight line.

"So let me get this straight. He smelled so you stripped him. Okay. So then you decided to strip yourself, too? Then crawl into bed with him. While.You.Both.Were.Nearly.Naked." His tone was incredulous, with a heated undercurrent.

Quinn was confused, horribly so. Taxi, apparently, wasn't the best at explaining things. Quinn wanted to believe him, practically did, but his earlier episode way back when had proved how just insecure he was when it came to their....relationship thing.

[Rip]

Walls are thin, and the bathroom door didn't do much in keeping the voices from reaching the wannabe reaper's ears. Not that he was angry or anything- anger was a rarer emotion for him- but the whole thing was making him unbelieveably embarissed. Because he had been hiding in bathrooms alot lately, Gabri took up the habit of leaving a pair of clothing in there somewhere, preferibly hidden. This time he had stuffed a pair of pants, a shirt and a jacket under the sink. Unfortainly, his hat was out in the other room, but the familiar metal hatchet was settled comfortably atop the neatly folded outfit. After dressing himself, he settled it against his belt, hiding it under the jacket. The weight had been heavy at first, but over the years he had grown accustomed and even fond of it's presence. Plus, he wanted it near him incase Quinn decided to throw another bed. "No beds at my head, if you please, I've no wish to be dead." mummbled the boy, trying to tune out the noise. It might have worked if he didn't catch Quinn's last statement.

Without thinking, he shouted "I. AM. NOT. GAY!" and afterwards, horrorfied and surprised at himself, he bit his lip. Well it really did need to be said, not like Taxi wouldn't have said it anyway, but he was taking an awfully long time to get round to it. Maybe he should stay in the bathroom, but the idea of spending endless hours reading magazines again... he was not looking forward to that. At all. Actually he prefered a possible beating, so he slipped out the door and tried to sneak into the kitchen for his hat. He had no idea why he left it in there of all places, but at least he didn't loose it, and felt better once the old irish cap was put on.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

There was only so much the little blonde could take. And he had hit his limit. He stepped forward, and even though Quinn was three inches taller Taxi stood on his tippie-toes and accentuated his words by jabbing him in the chest with a finger.

"NOW YOU LISTEN 'ERE, I did NOT go for what seemed like FOREVER-" Flamboyant hand gesture accompanied this, throwing his arms up into the air, "With only THIS-" waving his hand infront of the brunettes face, "Only to be accused of CHEATING on you! Even though you could have been DEAD, or LEFT me for some incredulous reason-" Holyshit Taxi used a big word! "And I could have never gotten laid again! Because I would have never given up hope you were coming back! AND THEREFORE NOT SLEPT WITH GABRI!"

Standing with his hands balled by his side, fisted and glowering while on the flats of his feet. How DARE he. Maybe the first time, okay, yeah, it was a bit suspicious. But as Gabri pointed out, he wasn't gay, and Taxi wasn't going to go around cheating on Quinn. Even though he could have been gone for an infinite time. Huffing, and glaring, and muscles all tensed up. Eyes would be blazing if they were his. "AND- AND-" No, he wasn't done yet. "How can you persistantly question MY fidelity, for all I know, YOU were off gallavanting with some FLOOSIE!"

Huff. Huff. Pant. Pant. Taxi had been trying to be optimistic, simply enjoy being reunited, but no. Apparently a certain someone wanted to argue.