VEGAS BABY

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Silas was such a mother hen that sometimes it bordered on annoying. He was just so used to the role as protector and big brother that he tended to give everyone that attention. There was one vivid instance of just how much of a mother hen he really could be. When Quinn, who was around seventeen at the time, sat in the passenger side of the car, Silas had actually leaned over him and tried to buckle him in. Of course said scenario ended with an indignant Quinn who scowled and sulked all the way to the fishing hole. Silas couldn't help it, it was in his nature.


Looking at Gabri when the Pole at last opened the door, Silas' heart went out to him. Call it his caring character or his need to recapture his younger years with his brother, Silas felt a burst of new energy. He didn't think too long on what Gabri said about the dead man in the tub. It didn't make sense to someone who didn't see what Gabri did. Silas thought maybe he was just feeling a little under the weather or something.

There was one thing that could fix everything though, something Silas hadn't indulged in for decades.

" Nevermind that," Silas dismissed with a kind smile, " How about you and I go out for some icecream?" Maybe it was a ridiculous notion to invite a grown man out for dessert, but who could pass on a chance for icecream? The treat smoothed over any situation and cured even the worst of moods. Besides, Silas figured he should give his brother and Taxi some time alone. He didn't say that, but Silas was sure Gabri suspected the same. He didn't particularly agree with Quinn's choice of... genders to date, but Quinn was his baby brother. Silas would love him no matter what.

"I'll pay of course." And by that Silas meant that dead-man-in-tub would pay. The recluse had stashed an impressive amount of money in a shoebox under his bed. It wasn't as if the man was going to use it any time soon.

In the sitting area Quinn held Taxi as well as he could in their position. He rubbed soothing circles into the blonde's back and whispered consoling words. It wasn't often that Quinn allowed himself to feel guilty -- he usually managed to blame everything on someone else-- but in this case there was no escaping it. He felt rotten for leaving Taxi for the second time, enough for his dead-heart to sink under the weight of his guilt.

"I promise I won't." Was all that Quinn said. A short reply, but he meant it in earnest. He loved Taxi, he really did, even if he had never voiced it. A sad-sweet smile then graced his lips and Quinn was glad, too, for how things were going. He had Taxi, he had his brother, and the little reaper was starting to grow on him too. It'd been a long time since Quinn had been within a group of people he cared for. It was comforting, almost disarming.

He'd then gently coax Taxi's face from his neck and sneak a kiss. It was short but sweet. Quinn wasn't sure Gabri or Silas were ready to see such affection. Even the jerk-of-a-man could be considerate, sometimes.

"Everything's going to be okay now." He said it and he believed it. Quinn fought the urge to lean in for another kiss, frustrated with the inability to act on what he wanted. He sighed out and settled for running his hand through Taxi's hair, recapturing the sensation of it between his fingers.

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Gabri decided that Silas was odd. He decided this before he being invited for icecream, though the evidence to support his idea was basicly non-existant. Meat-head's brother had been nice, but to be meat-head's brother meant that he had to be strange. To be aquainted with the vampires and the reaper, he would have to be odd. If he was normal he would not be here. In a way, fate or nature or whater simply couldn't allow it. The weird stuck with the weird.

When Gabri finished talking he looked nervously over his shoulder, towards the floating mess in the water. The body did not move again, but the pressure of it's presence was heavy in the bathroom and the Pole couldn't wait to get out of there. Ghosts and spirits. They didn't often like him very much, and he knew enough to reconize the hostility. Infact, it had a very unusual air to it- earthly but unearthly. Not surreal as his hallusinations were, because the presence was real, but it was not-worldly. Perhaps, regaurdless of his mental illness, a small bit of him was rather acute to the paranormal. Not that he could tell the difference.

The question surprised him, and he turned back to Silas with a questioning but tired expression. "Huh?" Icecream? Part of him wondered if he should be insulted to be treated like a kid, but it passed quickly on account of... well, that was nice thing to offer. Also he was very eager to get away from Taxi because seeing one slobbery kiss was more then enough. "Oh, um, sure. If you want too."

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The short answers were all he needed, and they meant nothing compared to that little smile and the honest kiss. It was enough to know that Quinn meant not only what he said, but what was behind that soft lip lock was enough to confirm it. Not only that, but the gentleness and fingers in his hair was enough to make his knees weaken. After that first rough kiss and now the longing he saw in his lovers eyes...

Taxi wasn't sure he liked the idea of leaving Gabri alone with Silas. The vampire felt a strange sort of responsbility over his friend and a distinct need to protect him from the werewolf. Sure, the Pole was an adult and could take care of himself, but Taxi was still his elder by far. This of COURSE made him better qualified. It was only logic. And the other was a werewolf, an unpredictable monster, and if something happened to his friend oh he would just feel AWFUL about it and never ever forgive himself. Well eventually. Maybe a few centuries. Atleast.

However, the brother and the friend leaving meant that they'd finally be alone. Finally. After what seemed like forever. Only them. Just Taxi and Quinn. Together. Alone.

"It better be," Voice was a low purr, having fully recovered from his previous emotions and moving onto another set. "Because I need you." Hands smoothed out the collar of Quinns shirt while listening for the two to leave. Not that he personally minded about horrifying them, as Gabri had already been scarred beyond repair by a kiss that was more like getting his face eaten. And the very second that door did close Taxi closed the distance between them, fisted his hands in the taller man's shirt and pressed their mouths together as though it was a necessity. Tasting his mouth was like he was a man who had gone without drink for thirty days and this was his first taste of cool refreshing water, hidden behind lips and teeth.

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The thing about Silas was that you could tell him to stop treating you like a child and he'd agree to, but he'd never follow through. It was in his nature to mother hen nearly every one. Maybe he liked to feel needed, or maybe he was just genuinely that caring. It was likely a mixture of both and in this case he also wanted to give his brother some time to himself. Maybe now Quinn would relax a little. His brother had seemed to coil tighter and tighter and had been getting more irritable by the day. It didn't take a genius to see that he had been unhappy.

To Gabri Silas offered a wide grin, pleased that the man had agreed to the outing. To be honest, Silas was looking forward to getting out of the apartment for a while. He'd been holed up in a variety of places for such a long time; it'd be nice to stretch his legs.

"Great!" He said, sounding a bit too excited. He toned it down a bit. "Let's go then. This place feels smaller by the minute." Silas vanished just a moment to gather some of the dead man's money and then made for the door, flashing Gabri a brief, encouraging smile. He was stopped dead in his tracks, though, mouth gaping, expression horrified.

Quinn had reacted eagerly to Taxi's kiss, meeting him with as much fervor and heat he could manage. His strong hands were at Taxi's hips and he forced the blonde closer, as close as was possible. Teeth catching against the blonde's bottom lip, Quinn started to make needy, salacious grunts.

"Oh, for GODS sake!" Silas shouted, exasperated. He covered his eyes and was reeling with the awkwardness of the situation. "You couldn't of waited until we left?"

His brother's outburst had startled Quinn and he had jerked back, fixing his brother with a glazed-over stare. He licked his slightly swollen lips and his face instantly warped into a mask of insulted anger.

"Shut up," Quinn seethed, sneering a little. His expression shifted though, and he looked at Silas questioningly. "Leave? Where the hell are you going? You can't go anywhere."

Silas crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Quinn defiantly. " Gabri and I are going out for icecream."

Quinn scoffed. "No you're not."

"Yes we are."

"No."

"Yes"

"No"

"YES."

"NO."

Silas was the one to stop the childish bickering and held up his hand, a gesture for Quinn to stop. "Look, you obviously need some time a lone with Taxi. And it's just icecream, Quinn. It's not like we're going to go fight in the gladiator games or something."

The younger brother looked to Taxi and looked torn for a moment. He wanted nothing more than to be with him but to let Silas wander around..... well, hell. Silas was a grown man, older than he, actually. Green eyes moved to address his older sibling and Quinn's lips pulled back into a tight line.

"Alright, fine. See you later."

Silas' brow quirked and he tried not to grin at how easily Quinn's opinion was swayed. Looking to Gabri, he motioned for the man to follow with a jerk of his head. "Let's get out of here before anything ELSE happens." With that he was out the door but not fast enough to miss the muttered "asshole" that had left Quinn's lips.

This time Silas did grin.