There was more than one reason why he left their pants one. For one, it would probably keep Damien more comfortable and it served as the perfect reminder to him that they weren't going all the way just yet. Of course, that didn't mean he couldn't teach the boy a thing or two while they were at it and enjoy himself.

Marcus moaned softly when Damien raked his nails down his back like that. It felt good, and Damien deserved to know exactly how good it felt. Damien deserved to know exactly what he was doing to the older vampire. "You're better at this than you think, just do whatever comes naturally to you," he said quietly. There was no reason to lie to the boy after all.

He had never done this before, he hadnt even kissed anyone before in his life. Now here he was, shirtless underneath another male. He did feel alittle better when Marcus actually moaned when he ranked his nails down his back and blinked his bright blue eyes at what the other said. He sat up some and kissed down the mans neck and dig his nails into the mans sides, ranking them down till his pants hemline. He actually pushed Marcus onto his back and straddled the mans waist.

He bite into his palm, not hard but enough to produce some blood. He lightly taped some blood on the mans stomach and hip, teasingly licked it up like Marcus had done.

Marcus was just enjoying their time together, glad he'd tricked Damien to stop pushing him away and enjoy himself. For his first time, the boy sure knew how to tease. He had told him to do whatever came natural to him, and he didn't regret that when he was pushed onto his back and was straddled by the other. He wasn't going to hide how the newborn turned him on and he moaned again when Damien licked up the blood like he'd done to him.

They didn't have sex, but they didn't have to either. He'd gotten what he wanted for now and they'd work their way up to it. The more time he spent with Damien, the more resentful Arya became and it was obvious the blonde didn't like being replaced as his favorite. She still got what she needed whenever Damien misbehaved, but that was about as much attention as she got most days.

Eventually Arya started wandering off on her own, staying away more often than waiting around with nothing useful to do. Marcus knew it was about time to introduce her to the man he'd promised her to and he sent word for Talbot to bring James for a visit. It had been years now since he'd turned Damien and the newborn was finally fit to replace Arya more or less completely. He still wouldn't bring all his anger onto the boy like he would with his blonde, but he had a feeling he never would.

When Talbot finally arrived with his own fledgeling, Arya was furious to learn the truth and stormed off. "Find her and bring her back, Damien. The city is much better off without an angry Arya on a rampage. Start with the churches." Marcus knew her well, and if he was correct, she had probably killed the clergy and was just wandering the pews or something, looking for answers to questions she didn't want to answer.

Damien couldn't blame Arya for being mad about what Marcus did. He wouldn't exactly be happy if Marcus sent him off to be married to another without consent. He looked to Marcus and sigh, nodding and headed off where he smelt his sisters Avnet. He found her in a small church outside the city, bodies were scattered around outside. He shook his head and entered the church, finding the blonde.

"Marcus wants you to come back." He told her and leaned against the wall, looking around at all the bodies that were scattered around.

Arya had never done anything like this before. She'd always been grateful to Marcus for the life that he'd given her and never seen a reason to run off before now. This time he'd crossed the line. Offering her hand in marriage without discussing it with her first? She wasn't having any of that, not that day, so she'd run to the only place she knew would make her feel better.

Once she'd arrived at the church, she'd killed the clergy. The first few she'd just snapped the necks of, then she'd started to get creative. By the time Damien caught up with her, she was covered in blood as she wandered the pews admiring her artwork. "Does he now?" She replied to his statement. Wandering for a bit more, she walked over to one of the clergy and stepped on his dead body. "Surprised he even noticed I left. James-" here she made his name sound like some sort of curse-"was so busy kissing his ass when I left, I thought he'd be busy till at least next year." 

She knew she wouldn't get away with running though. Even now, a few miles apart from Marcus, she could feel exactly where he was, which meant he could probably pinpoint her location the same way. This was like her parents all over again; they'd sold her for money to feed their other kids, Marcus was selling her to honor a friendship. "And if I don't want to go back, what are you going to do about it?"

He honestly didnt need to read Arya's mind to know why she was angry and did understand why she was mad. He was almost half tempted to just tell Marcus that he didnt find her and just leave her at that. Before he left, he read James mind, the guy was rather lousy in his opinion and wouldn't have any backbone in anything. It was kinda amusing because more likely Arya would be the dominant one in the relationship.

He sigh softly."In all honesty I can see why your mad.......besides James is a push over.....I read his mind before I left." He added and chuckled.


In a way, he was alittle angry at Marcus for doing this. Although Arya and him didnt exactly get along, he tried to be somewhat empathic towards what she was feeling right now and he even wondered by would happen Marcus got bored with him one day, was he just going to give him away in a similar fashion like his doing to Arya. He snapped out of his thoughts and cocked an eyebrow at what Arya asked him.

"We'll could burn down this church and smoke you out and drag you by your hair back to the house, or B I could just head back home and let Marcus drag you bak which would be worst so take your pick or you can just come along and get this over with." He said

Despite how mad she was at Marcus, and the fact that the 'siblings' never got along very well, it made her chuckle when she heard what Damien had to say about James. Yeah, she'd figured that much out on her own, him being a push over and all. Why else would he just so gladly go along with whatever scheme Talbot and Marcus had made for their two fledgelings. "I can still feel him you know, like he was in the room, Marcus I mean. We got separated once, I really don't know how, but I knew exactly where he was until we found our way back. What if it never goes away? Always knowing where he is, but never allowed to do anything about it?" She hadn't really shared much with Damien since Marcus started to really favor the boy, at least not in words. He'd find out either way though, so she might as well tell him another reason why she was so mad about this all.

That was all the sharing she was willing to do right now though and she smirked at what he presented as her options. "But if you burn the church to the ground, I'm still not coming with you. I might just stay behind and burn with the church and you'd be the one traded to preserve an age old friendship." Arya couldn't help it, if Marcus wanted her to come back, he could come get her himself. It was his mess to clean up, and frankly, him sending Damien didn't put her in a better mood at all. "He knows where to find me, he can come get me himself if it's that important to him. Sorry kid, but some things are worth the punishment it gets you." That was her final word in the matter and she went back to ignoring Damien and just wandering.

Jumping, she situated herself on one of the beams in the ceiling, dangling her feet and looked down at Damien. "Get lost," she said defiantly and started humming along to a tune in her head, pretending Damien wasn't even there.

He listened as she actually shared some of her feelings on this whole thing. He sigh and quite frankly didnt know he Marcus would send him to get Arya, the blonde wasnt a weakling and he might not come out unscratched. He sigh at how childish and difficult she was being now on this whole thing. Maybe he should just turn around and have Marcus do this, this was after all his doing an his problem.

"Alright then have it your way." He said and just turned to leave.

He headed back to the mansion and told Marcus that he would have to get Arya himself. He also made it blunt and clear that this was his doing so he should be the one to deal with her. He didnt look happy at Marcus, in fact once he said why he needed to say, he almost scowled at the man and headed inside, ignoring the other two vampires.

Arya was actually thrilled when Damien left her alone to her worries. It ought to teach Marcus to send a boy to do a man's work and come get her himself and explain to her in detail why it was so important he couldn't even discuss it with her first. He needed to be the one to tell her what she needed to know.

Marcus wasn't at all pleased when Damien returned alone. Nor was he particularly pleased with the way Damien told him it was his problem to fix. He'd known where she was though, and what she was doing, it didn't surprise him at all when Damien had failed. So, once he was alone with Talbot and James, he excused himself and went to find Arya.

The blonde was still perched on the beam when he arrived and she wouldn't come down no matter what he said so he had to join her up there. They talked for a while before he just pushed her down. Talking wasn't going to fix her problem so he had to beat it out of her. By the time he was done with her, she was compliant again and pretty roughed up. They had destroyed most of the church and he lit the match himself when they walked out of there to cover up her little massacre. "Just turn it off," he told her as he walked her home.

When they made it home, he told his friend and James to just feel at home while he cleaned Arya up properly. Even with a clean dress, it was still obvious she had been roughed up, but it looked better than clothing covered in blood. She didn't care anymore though, she would, as Marcus put it, agree to get to know James, but other than that, she wasn't promising to do squat and no amount of talking could change her mind on that. "Can I go now?" She asked lazily before she wandered off, shutting herself in her room.

Finding Damien, he hugged him and kissed his cheek, trying to sweeten up the boy. "I shouldn't have sent you to find her," he murmured and kissed his jaw.

Damien was sitting in the kitchen, drinking some run that was laced with loos and watched the kitchen hands scurry around. He didnt really move from the kitchen for the rest of the day and pretty much shut himself off from the other vampires. He got up then and headed down the hall to his bedroom when Marcus found him. He tried to sweeten him up of course, but Damien wasnt buying it. He only looked up at the man, his bright blue eyes flashed lightening blue for a moment.

"True you shouldn't have." He added and frowned.

It wasnt that he felt bad for Arya and wanted her to stay, but what Marcus was doing made him thing that anyone Marcus sired meant nothing to him. He honestly never felt so worthless as he did right now. "Is that all me and Arya to you......just property you can give away on a whim....." E asked now and almost glared at the man.

It was obvious that Damien wasn't pleased with him. And what he said made him sigh and kissed his jaw again, trying to soothe his worries. "Of course you're not property," he murmured and nibbled his ear lovingly. "Arya's been with me for almost a thousand years, it's time she moved on, and Talbot was the one who pointed her out to me in the first place so it's perfect that way."

And he was tired of her sulking because he was giving Damien most of his time. Touching his face gently, Marcus brushed Damien's hair out of his face. "If she were to get married, you wouldn't have to put up with her obsessive behavior, and I have a feeling your defiant nature will make you run away before I have a chance to even begin to get bored with you," he said, trying to be honest about it all. It was what he feared anyway.

"Don't be mad, please?"

He didnt think that their were any difference between Arya and him when it came to Marcus. He felt like he was the new Arya and this cycle of where Marcus would get bored with a fledging would happen to him and then he would be on the hunt for a new Damien. He sigh when the man continued to give him affection, tying to soothe his worries. He almost wanted to believe what Marcus said, but at the moment it was alittle hard.

He felt the man touch his cheek, asking him to not be mad with him over this. He just looked at his maker and sigh softly."Fine I'm not mad...." He said. It was a half lie. He knew that deep down that he was nothing more than Arya's replacement, his so called training was almost complete and he could now satisfy Marcus the way Arya could so now it was time with out with the old and in with the new.

Despite what his fledgelings thought, he was favoring Damien more than he'd ever favored Arya. Maybe he preferred the youngling more because he had to work so hard to win him over. Every day, the boy made him work to figure out how to keep him happy, which surprised him to find out that he enjoyed more than he'd thought he would. He'd never been fond of defiance. It had been different with lovers before Arya, they had been more like equals so there had been no reason to be defiant or controlling.

"I made a deal with Talbot to preserve a friendship that has saved my life more than once. Arya might not be happy about the situation, but she'll get someone she can use for whatever means she needs to, the fairy tale wedding every girl dreams of deep down, maybe even a chance at something of her own. She was just a girl when I bought her free." For some reason, he felt the need to justify his actions to Damien, maybe because he actually cared for the man and not just wanted to possess him.

"I won't let anyone hurt you," he said quietly and kissed Damien passionately. He could hear his friend and James talking outside and the sound of a female chuckle ensured him that Arya was entertaining their guests and upholding her promise to try. Pushing Damien against the wall, he kept kissing him and desperately needed to make sure everything was OK between them, so he started unbuttoning his fledgeling's shirt.

Marcus explained his reasonings, not really sure if that was entirely justified but he had no say in the matter an really couldn't do anything about it. Maybe Arya will be happier to be on her own, besides James was a push over and more like Arya could get away with anything she wanted and be the boss. He didnt sat anything else on the matter though, although e was defiant and down right rude at times, he did know when it was his place to voice his thoughts and opinions and this simple wasnt one of those times.

His eyes widen some at what Marcus said next, the kiss was one he had never really felt before. He sigh softly into the kiss and actually kissed back, feeling the wall hit his back and his shirt starting to come undone. He kissed back, running his hands trough Marcus hair, lightly gripping the mans curls and teasingly tugged on his hair. His other hand started to professionally now unbuttoned his makers shirt. He stopped though and couldn't helped but to smirk and took Marcus hand in his, going to the nearest room.

His shirt feel off his shoulders now as he teasingly took his pants off and pushed Marcus back on the bed, straddling his waist and kissed him deeply.

In all fairness, he'd made the deal centuries before he'd met Damien, never thinking he'd actually find someone that would one day replace Arya. Now he was just glad that Damien didn't sat anything on the matter and needed to make sure they were still good the only way he knew how. Talking had never been his strong suit, so he'd make sure they were ok by making Damien moan with pleasure.

Once they were in the room, he let Damien do exactly what he wanted and marveled at how much Damien had learned over the years. This wasn't the time for sweet, teasing, love making. He needed this, it wasn't about pleasure, it was about the intimacy and it was the only way he knew how to get it without treating them like he'd done to Arya. Pushing Damien off himself, he was quickly on top of the other, and it didn't take long before they had sex. It was rougher than before, but by the time they were done, he lay draped halfway across Damien, holding his fledgeling close.

As time passed, Arya learned to live with the choice he'd made for her and the wedding was finally happening. He honestly couldn't wait now to be entirely on his own with Damien for a while. They were having the wedding in England, in one of James's grand homes. It was a beautiful wedding to be honest, and for a moment, they looked happy with each other. Damien was there of course, and he couldn't help but smile slightly at how good he looked.

Once the festivities were over with, Marcus dragged Damien back to France, close to where his village had once been.