He felt the kiss broke, not sure why as he was underneath the man now. He almost pouted at what the man said."Why is something wrong?" He asked. Did something happen to Marcus when his memories were returned to him. He sat up some, using his elbows to prop up and looked at the other with a small but worried filled smile.

"Would you want to move in with me?" He asked.

It wasn't that he didn't want to make love to Damien at the moment, it was just that he wanted to sweet and gentle with Damien at the moment, and that was nearly impossible. All his feelings for the other had returned all at once alongside his memories and if he gave into that lust, there was no telling what would happen. "I'll be fine, just need some time to settle everything back in place. You do not want me to get confused and treat you like Arya," he said with a slight frown.

Unlike Damien, Marcus had a lot more memories both taken away from him and returned. It was sad to say that he had more memories of Arya than his boyfriend, but it was the truth and it would be best to wait until he was thinking clearly before he even tried to please Damien.

When he was asked if he wanted to move in with Damien, he kissed Damien again passionately. "I'd like that," he murmured when he broke the kiss and nuzzled the others neck lovingly.

Would Marcus really be that rough with him? He did wonder at time what went on with Marcus and Arya intimate wise, he only wondered because Marcus had cheated on him with Arya, so what did she do that was apparently better than what he did? He looked at Marcus for a moment before being kissed and smiled when the other agreed. He felt Marcus nuzzle his neck and sigh softly.What does Arya do that is so great in bed?" He asked now.

Marcus didn't know why he was so worried he'd be too rough with Damien right now, but the way he wanted to possess every inch of Damien's body made him weary. The very last thing he wanted in this whole world was to lay a hand on Damien and hurt him. Damien had suffered enough through his actions to be so directly and intentionally hurt. He was glad to be moving in with Damien though as it would put an end to his current living situation and it would let him spend more time with his lover.

"Does it really matter? I chose you, didn't I?" he asked in an effort to avoid the question about Arya. He knew he couldn't avoid the question forever though, he just didn't know how to explain. It was like comparing cars, they all worked the same way essentially, they just had different qualities. And he didn't know how to explain that without it sounding like an insult.

"Arya was experienced already by the time I came across her, not that that has anything to say anymore, but comparing the two of you would be a great injustice to you both. You're very... different.." It wasn't exactly an answer, but it was as close as he could get.

This question had been on the back burner for quite sometime now and he felt like he deserved some answer. "I know but....." He couldn't really finished and was quite now. He listened to Marcus explanation and it didn't solve much to him."But how am I different....am I not good enough in bed for you to just have sex whenever you want?" He asked, know that he sounded like a unconfident boyfriend.

It was no surprise that Damien wasn't satisfied with the answer he'd been given. He wouldn't have been satisfied with it himself if he were in the Damien's shoes, but there wasn't much more of an answer to give. How could he possibly tell Damien how he was different from Arya when Marcus himself didn't know why he'd cheated on him with her to begin with. Heck, he wasn't able to tell Damien why he'd gladly taken Arya in from time to time after he'd left either.

"But that's the thing, love, I don't want to have sex right now, I just want to lay here close to you," he replied with a sad smile. It wasn't personal, but with all his memories returned, feelings he'd long since lost returned again and it wasn't fair to Damien. He needed to just get rid of the feelings again as he knew they didn't matter, they didn't even begin to compare to how he was feeling towards Damien. "Why is everything always a competition between the two of you?"

He just such at what the man had said then. He felt likeit was nice than him just not wanting to have sex, but what could he do. He could always read the others mind, but he didnt want to just do that. He didn't know what else he could say butblinked his eyes at the other at the question."You kinda made us this way, you and Arya were together for centuries then I come along and she tried to get your attention and competed with me....plus you cheating on me didn't help....I wanted to know what she does that's better than what I do?" She said

Marcus didn't know what to say to placate Damien. It seemed none of his efforts so far had worked and he was being honest when he said he didn't want to have sex with him right then. He wanted to be able to make sweet love to his lover, but that was not what would happen and he was sure of it. All the worry and frustration would bleed into anger and he really was in danger of winding up with a rather hurt Damien instead of a pleased one.

It was enlightening to hear the answer to his question. So that's why they were always fighting and competing for his attention. He'd never thought that it had been his doing that made them fight like that. "Like I said, she doesn't do anything that's better than what you do. She's just always provided other services, things I'd rather not do to you as I never want to hurt you again." It was difficult to explain everything in a way that Damien would understand, even more so in a manner he'd accept.

Sighing softly, he sat up again, no longer comfortable just cuddling when Damien started digging like that. "It's like you said, it was just the two of us for centuries before you came along. Sure we had other lovers as well, but we never really spent too long apart. I just need you to understand that I have a lot more memories with her, and that having over two thousand years worth of memories returned in mere moments is confusing. I swear to God Damien, if you can't leave well enough alone for now I might just show you exactly how different the two of you can be and I can almost guarantee you won't like it one bit." He didn't mean to raise his voice towards the other, but he was frustrated with the line of questioning.

He was going to say something else, but Marcus actually raised his voice and sounded angry with the questioning. He watched the other sit up, frowning at how his lover was acting. He just sigh and got out of bed."Fine story I asked I won't ask anything about Arya or me...." He said, leaving the room now and slammed the door. He just walked towards the back door, he didn't want to get into a argument with Marcus so he thought it would be best to just leave the other alone.

It was almost a relief when Damien dropped the subject, even if he did get upset by Marcus raising his voice like that. Sure, it upset him too that he'd actually raised his voice like that, but Damien had sounded like a little school girl, terrified that Marcus would go do something stupid again. How could he not see that Marcus had chosen him? He'd chosen to be a better man and it was just so frustrating when Damien was acting like a child and slamming the door.

Once he was alone, Marcus laid back down on the bed and stared at the ceiling. All this talk of the past made him close his eyes and just reminiscence though. No one had warned him how attached he might become to his fledgelings, then again he'd never thought he'd turn anyone until Talbot had pointed out a young prostitute he thought would make a great fledgeling. She'd been obedient, done anything he'd ever asked of her, and loyal to a fault at times. Then he'd spotted Damien and the boy was in a way his first true fledgeling as he wasn't persuaded by someone else to try to change him. He'd been so sweet, innocent and utterly defiant. The two siblings truly were like night and day at that point, until he'd pushed them too far.

With Arya, they'd always enjoyed mixing it up with some real pain as well, thought with Damien he'd been almost gentle as if he were afraid to break the boy. In a way, maybe he had. Groaning slightly, he got back on his feet and went to find Damien.

With a smirk, he picked his lover up, threw him across his shoulder and carried him back to bed. Finding some ties in Damien's drawers, he gently tied Damien's hands to the bedpost and smiled some at his lover. "Don't try to get out, or I will punish you," he said with a playful grin before he kissed Damien. "Just, try not to squirm too much," he muttered when he broke the kiss and started undoing Damien's shirt. Hopefully the younger vampire would understand that he wasn't going to hurt him. Instead of having sex with Damien that day, he'd decided to just please his lover instead, reciprocity not required this time.