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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 15, 2009 19:48:40 GMT -5
God he wished Augusta would stop crying. The tears no longer annoyed him like they used too, now the tears had meaning and Kristopher was always afraid he couldn't make anything better. It made him worry constantly with Augusta cried.
" l--like la--lasagna? I--I like lasagna..."
Kristopher smiled softly and nodded, "Anything you want. If You want lasanga, I will make it. I promise and I will make a lot of it with anything else you might want." The blond kissed the older of the two on the head again and when Augusta stood so did Kristopher. But the blond did not go far from him.
He put an arm around Augusta's waist, he looked at the keys and then at his lover. "Give me a key, I will drive." Said the blond softly, kissing the other on the cheek. He felt so bad about all of this, "You can just relax in the passenger seat, alright?"
Augusta didn't need to be driving in his current condition which was partly Kristophers own fault. He sighed softly. Then he leaned in close and hugged the boy tightly, "I love you, and I am sorry about all of this." Kristopher would take care of Augusta. Even if Augusta father probably now hated him, or both. It didn't matter to Krissy.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 15, 2009 22:01:48 GMT -5
"Anything you want. If You want lasagna, I will make it. I promise and I will make a lot of it with anything else you might want."
Augy smiled a little bit, the corners of his mouth raising just slightly. He felt his face heat up a bit when the blond kissed his head, " J--Just lasagna is f--fine..." he said, again with the child-like voice. He felt Kris put an arm around his waist and asked for the keys, claiming Augy could relax. But really, he wanted to drive, he liked driving. He liked going over the speed limit too, but he tried to keep that on Estate grounds only. He liked the feeling of being behind the wheel, going fast, it was nicer then walking all the time.
" B--But... I c--can..." he stopped himself and handed over the keys, he was still on the edge of 'breakdown' but he knew when he wasn't safe to be behind the wheel. He hugged the boy back lightly, and heard him apologize. " S--stop apologizing... you did that when we first met, always s--saying sorry for t--things you didn't d--do..." he said and tried to pull off a smile. It was more like a tortured smile and he looked away after noticing that him trying to be happy wasn't working.
Augusta walked out of the house and across the circle drive, checking to make sure Kristopher was still there. He came up to the fourth garage door and typed in his code and the door folded itself up wards, revealing the heirs car. A beautiful, polish, bright, fire-engine-red Ferrari. Anytime he picked up Kris, or went suit shopping, or anything that wasn't work, he drove this car. With a maximum speed of 202 mph, and the aerodynamic V8 engine, it went very fast.
Augy like fast car. Augy LOVE fast car A LOT.
Men and their toys...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 15, 2009 22:12:55 GMT -5
" J--Just lasagna is f--fine..."
Kristopher smiled lightly and held onto the boy. If that was all the older man wanted, then that is what he would have and a lot of it. Kristopher's cooking skills greatly increased over the time they came back to this world and it became one of the blonds favorite past times. Sometime he wondered if he should of been a cheif instead of a doctor.
But he justed liked taking care of people too much. It gave him a since of being and worth.
" B--But... I c--can..."
"Davingoun." said the blond softly. The blond knew how much he liked to drive and fast. He could respect that but driving fast and being emotional wasn't safe and he would be damned if Augy got hurt cause he let him drive. So when the keys landed in his hand he gave a small nod at him and chuckled.
" S--stop apologizing... you did that when we first met, always s--saying sorry for t--things you didn't d--do..."
"Sorry, it's just how I am dear."
It didn't take long to get to the car and Kristopher got lost more then once and so he ended up holding Augusta's hand until they reached the bright red car. Kristopher shook his head then, "You are so flashy, why couldn't you get a more suddle color?" He asked, never liking red too much. It stood out, a lot.
Nonetheless he opened the door for his Augusta and then went about to his side and started up the car. He hit the button for the garage to open. With his set belt on, he took off at his own pace. Which for Augusta might be slow, Kristopher always drove 5 - 10 miles under the speed limit.
"I'm going to make a stop or two on the way, I hope that is alright." Not like Augusta had much choice. The blond needed to pick up some things to make tonight's dish. And of course, Kristopher was driving to the local grocery store. He wasn't one for fancy places and the like.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 19, 2009 18:38:13 GMT -5
Augusta held the blonds hand when it was taken, right now he felt he should be the one begging for a hand. He had the feeling as if he was about to burst into tears at any moment, and the only reason he wasn't, was probably for his counterpart's sake. He knew how much Kristopher hated it when he cried, not in anger but he knew Kristopher just didn't like it. But it was hard not to when (after losing almost everything) you lose the one person who loved you forever, even when it seemed nobody else did.
Augy was silent as he got into the car and unlike the safety-conscious blond, he didn't click his seat-belt and just sat there. He laid his head to the side to look out the window. It was dark now, the stars were not seen because a thick layer of dark clouds covered them. It was going to rain soon he had a feeling. And soon enough he saw droplets of rain cares the windows suddenly.
"I'm going to make a stop or two on the way, I hope that is alright."
Augy rolled his head over softly and gave another pained smile. " Y--yeah, it's fine..." he said softly. He rolled his head back over and looked out the window again. After a moment of silence, and the sounds of the rain pattering on the windows. He sighed deeply and started to undo his suit-jacket. He unbuttoned it and threw it in the tiny crawl-space in the back of the car. that left him and a white dress shirt, and his tie. But the shiny blue tie was discarded to the back of the car effortlessly as well.
He removed his glasses to rube the bridge of his nose, like a old man does when he's stressed, but placed them back on his face soon enough. He unbuttoned half-way down the dress shirt and then sat there, silent, almost like a zombie. His gaze was fixated on the city outside, they had gotten out of the country part of Paris and where in the middle of it by then. Just above the high buildings was the Eiffel Tower. Only the tip was visible, but once around a corner revealed Augusta's 2 bedroom penthouse, with a beautiful view of the whole Eiffel Tower and all it's glory.
And the city was beautiful, it was raining, but there were lights and little cafe's and the river was beautiful, even the grass seemed cut to perfection. Everything looked so serene even if it was raining. And the bakery, butcher's shop, dairy shop, and vegetable market, were in the general area of the apartment. In fact the closest one was the dairy shop, and seeing it he leaned over, " I--I'm out of m--milk..." he said softly, not as an order but a suggestion, like he was too weak to command anyone.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 19, 2009 21:57:39 GMT -5
The blond looked over to his counterpart and couldn't but smile even though Augusta was depressed at the moment. He watched the dark haired man out of the corner of his eye. "Stop that," The blond said with amusement. "Or this car is going to get rather hot." The blond pointed out, reaching over to brush his fingers across the others collar bone.
Then he nodded his head, "Right, milk." The blond then pulled off into the stores to get what was needed. It only took them fifteen minutes and then five to arrive home. From there the blond sat out all the things to make the food and started the preparations.
"Have a seat." He said mentioning to a chair with a smile, "Or do you want to help me with all of this?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 20, 2009 22:20:11 GMT -5
"Stop that, Or this car is going to get rather hot."
That brought a real smirk to the boys face. It was small, and didn't last long, but it happened. " I don't think you could handle that while you drive..." he said softly again. He laid in the seat the entire time, looking really depressed. Like a girl who just got dumped by her crush after asking him to the prom. Sad really. Especially since the man practically melting away had been the leader of a bloody rebellion.
The apartment was stunning, almost as pretty as the view it had. There was the main hall were the door was. The the room to the right was the living room, which was very open, and had the balcony attached to it. The whole aparment itself had a very modern look and even the living room had a fireplace.
The room to the left was the kitchen and dining room, the one the couple was standing in right now. There was a bar that seperated the high-class kitchen from the modern dining room. the two bedrooms were locted across the livivng room in another hallway. Did I mention a Baby Grand in the living room? No? Well that's okay.
"Have a seat. Or do you want to help me with all of this?"
Augy puleld out one of the four chairs near the table and melted into it, his messy black mop falling onto the table, his dress shirt was now falling off one shoulder, and he had dropped the suit jacket and tie down on the table inf ront of him. He let out a groan of pain and displeasure as he heard a strong boom of thunder echo through the very tidy house.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 20, 2009 22:36:39 GMT -5
Kristopher looked at his boyfriend for a moment and then sighed softly. He shook his golden head and turned his back to Augusta. Seems the boy just wanted to mob and so Kris would let him for the moment. But the urge to pop him in the head with a large wooden spoon was growing. Quickly. Kristopher could never stand depression, even when he had it, it drove him up the wall.
So, he stood in silence and the only sounds to echo in the house was the thunder (which made Kristopher jump), the clatter of bowls and silverware, and finally him just mixing things together. The blond pulled out a large ceramic dish and started to lay out the large and thick noodles that would soon be covered in layers of cheese, sauce, and more noodles.
"You know, he will get over it." He said at last, "So stop looking like I beat you with a two by four before I really do." In truth, Kristopher was seriously bothered with what the father had said to him. But he wasn't going to show that he was, Augusta had enough on his plate to deal with and he did not need to have to worry about how Kristopher was on top of all that.
After all, at this rate Kristopher was probably going to be shipped back to the States. Furthermore, the blond was already thinking on what he might need to do if he was shipped back. He could stay with Kyle and Sarah, they wouldn't mind it and it would only be until the blond found a job and saved up enough money for his own place really. Then from there...he wasn't sure what else he would do.
In went the first layer of sauce and cheese.
"Alright?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 21, 2009 21:26:55 GMT -5
Of course, unlike Kristopher, Augusta often wallowed in depression sometimes. Claire always thought of it as 'cute' when he did so. Since when he did so he usually fell asleep at his desk. And when Augy slept, he was pretty adorable.
"You know, he will get over it. So stop looking like I beat you with a two by four before I really do."
He laid with his head on the table for some time before lifting his head a little bit to look at Kris with a small, pathetic smile. The black haired man sort of zoned out after Kris said something, he was just looking at the blond and thinking to himself. like Hell my father is going to send Kris back, I need him, I need something that I care about, heck... Kristopher is everything to me, I'd be poor if he asked me to be... my father isn't going to win this... he turned his head to look out a window in the dining room, a chunk of tower could be seen, along with some dark clouds and a strike of lightning.
"Alright?"
Augusta looked over and put on his mask, he gave a big grin and stood up, he pulled out his wallet and phone and threw them onto a small table by the door to the hall. He walked around the separator and walked up behind Kris. He stood behind the now significantly smaller 'boy' and wrapped his arms around the blonds waist. He kissed the boys ear before reaching and dipping a finger into the sauce. He licked his finger and gave a sly smile before resting his chin on the boys shoulder.
" Such a good cook... no wonder I keep you around..." he joked.
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 21, 2009 21:44:11 GMT -5
Kristopher sighed softly and said nothing more to his partner as he most concentrated on making the dish infront of him. The blond slapped layers together and shifted his weight to his right leg and then his left every so often as he reached for the items he needed.
He paused then in his work and went over to the oven and preheated it, then came back to the dish. He was on the top layer now and he was finishing the rest off when he heard something it the table. Kris concluded it must of been Augy put his things away. So when he felt the arms around his waist, Kristopher smiled lightly.
Tilting his head to the side he chuckled lightly from the signs of affection being given. The blond had to touble take though when Augusta sneaked his finger down into the sauce when Kristopher went to his happy place. Reaching out quickly he lovingly slapped his partners hand.
"Hey! Don't stick your finger in the sauce! You didn't even wash your hands!" Protested the blond, as usual. Kristopher was big clean freak, especially when he was cooking.
" Such a good cook... no wonder I keep you around..."
"Well I am glad I am useful for something other then sex." He joked. "Or making your father pissed off." He thought to himself directly after his spoken sentence.
His green eyes rose slowly to look at the clock across the room. It was four in the afternoon. Oops, Kristopher had missed his afternoon dosage of his usual medication that kept him growing strong. Ah well, he would take it after while. He just hoped Augusta didn't notice the same thing. He would probably bop the blond. That mere idea made Kristopher chuckle lightly.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 21, 2009 21:56:36 GMT -5
"Well I am glad I am useful for something other then sex."
Augusta chuckled lightly at that, Kris was useful for a lot of things, but sex was a Major point. " Your good at lots of things... sex just happens to be one of them..." he licked the boys ear again and sighed.
The dark haired man glanced up at the clock along with the blond as saw it was four 'o clock. He nipped the younger's ear playfully before letting him go.
He walked across the kitchen and opened up a cabinet. Augy was a worry-wart, to match Kris being a clean-freak. He had a set of Kris's medication in both the apartment, and at the estate. Plus he had memorized the blonds schedule. He reached up and popped out the pills with ease before taking the over to Kris.
He took the blonds hand and sat the pills in his hand before reaching around to get a glass and then reached behind him to fill it with water. He held out the glass and kissed the boys cheek lightly. But he was silent, his aura seemed really soft, like he still wasn't okay yet. Which was true. He was still fighting himself on what to do about his father.
But right now he was just happy to have Kristopher with him...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 21, 2009 22:03:12 GMT -5
Your good at lots of things... sex just happens to be one of them..."
Kristopher rolled his eyes at that and groaned, "You are such a pervert and stop licking my ear. I am trying to make dinner here and if you keep doing that we won't have any dinn---ack, what did I just tell you?" The blond shivered at the nip and pulled his head away with a slight blush.
Really, sometimes Augusta could just be so...so...Augusta like.
When his lover moved, Kristopher shook his head, knowing where he was going. "I was going to get to that." He pointed out, finishing the food off and just throwing extra cheese on it. Kris liked cheese. A lot of cheese.
He cleaned his hands off on a nearby kitchen towel and moaned when Augusta put a glass and pills into his hand. "They taste so nasty." He complained and eyed the five pills in his hand. "I'm only twenty one and sometimes I feel like I am over fifty with as many as these I take everyday. I am going to turn into a bloody pill." He smiled though, meaning the last part as a joke.
Well, he popped them into his mouth and drank the water to help them go down easier. Then putting the glass down, he picked up the finished product and shoved into the oven. Using his fingers, one eye closed, he estimated how long it would take for the food to finish and then sat the timer that was built into the stove.
"There, all done. Now what?"
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 21, 2009 22:26:32 GMT -5
"They taste so nasty. I'm only twenty one and sometimes I feel like I am over fifty with as many as these I take everyday. I am going to turn into a bloody pill."
Augusta sighed and rolled his eyes. He waked to the refrigerator and opened it casually, bending down to get something from the back. He muttered something to himself before pulling out some asparagus. He smiled at Kris " Well, I'd like to keep you around for a bit longer so... try and deal with taking them..."
He pulled out a saute pan and turned on a burner on the stove. He sat the pan down before putting some oil in it and then slicing the asparagus. As the pan heated up he looked over at Kris who asked him something. " Well, there is something I haven't done since the last time I saw you..." he said slyly as he walked up to the blond. Though, he wasn't being a pervert when he said it. Because what he did was wrap his arms around Kris and kissed him, passionately and for a long time, compared to the quicker kisses in the limo. He hadn't really deeply kissed the blond in a couple weeks, it was hard being away from Kristopher for so long.
He pulled back and tried to regain his correct breathing pattern before kissing the boy lightly again and then going back of to the asparagus. As he threw the vegetable into the saute pan he wished really deeply that Kris would just come over and throw him down on the floor and love him 'till he couldn't take it anymore. But Augusta was the dominate one, so he kept his mouth shut. He was pretty sure Kristopher couldn't read Augy that well yet...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 21, 2009 22:39:55 GMT -5
" Well, I'd like to keep you around for a bit longer so... try and deal with taking them..."
He laughed at that and leaned on the counters, "Yeah you and my siblings." He teased, although enjoying the view of Augusta's backside for the time being. Then with a cocky smirk he added, "Don't burn them this time." Ah yes, Augusta had once burned their food and Kristopher wasn't going to let him live that down and seeing the veggie he was bringing out, reminded him of such event. "Afterall, charcol isn't very good for the system."
" Well, there is something I haven't done since the last time I saw you..."
Kris raised a brow, "And what would that be?" He asked Augusta as he moved towards the blond. Needless to say, Kristopher was rather thrilled at being kissed so deeply. It was the type of kiss he wanted when they where in the limo but had been so denied such a thing. He raised his arms and placed them around Augusta's neck as he went right along with the kiss and deepened it even more, if that was possible.
God, it felt wonderful.
Kristopher wanted more, so when Augusta pulled away the blond frowned and made a very disgruntal face like that of a small child. His green eyes stared at Augusta, studying him carefully. Kristopher shifted his weight to the right and rested a hand on his hip and the other on the counter top. His eyes lifted to stare at the ceiling.
"If you expect me to come over there and throw you on the ground, you got another thing coming. It's against the Uke code, we aren't allowed to knock down our Semes." A pause. "Plus there is no way in hell I can knock you to the floor with my body mass being much less then yours." He chuckled, looking at the blond slyly. Oh yeah. Surprise, Augusta, Kristopher knew you very well and could read you like a book.
"Even if I gained weight." He added with a pointing finger, knowing full well Augusta would point out Kristopher could, he now weighed the proper amount for his height and build.
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Post by Augusta Davingoun on Oct 21, 2009 23:35:23 GMT -5
Augy ignored Kris when he commented about the burring. It was an accident! He didn't mean to leave the vegetables unattended... plus, he wasn't even that good of a cook anyway. It was a womans job to cook, and so, that job fell to the more feminine person in this house. Augusta just wanted to help!
"If you expect me to come over there and throw you on the ground, you got another thing coming. It's against the Uke code, we aren't allowed to knock down our Semes."
Augy hadn't even been looking at the blond, but he snapped his head around and looked at the blond and his face reddened very quickly. He turned his head back down to the pan and didn't look up, it was obvious the black-haired man was flustered and embarrassed that Kristopher could read him so easily. " I--I--I wasn't e--e--even thinking t--that..." he denied. But he was thinking about it. Because he hadn't gotten anything in over a week, which was kinda how things went nowadays, didn't mean a Seme might possibly want a little bit if variety.
"Plus there is no way in hell I can knock you to the floor with my body mass being much less then yours. Even if I gained weight."
Augy pouted, " You c--could if y--you wanted to..." he muttered a bit too loudly, and that made his face deepen in shades of red. But even though he really wanted Kris to, he thought about the dinner, and by god he couldn't let the lasagna burn! Even if he really, really, REALLY wanted Kris to throw him down...
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Post by Kristopher Roberts on Oct 21, 2009 23:44:34 GMT -5
Kristopher snickered as Augy looked at him as if he grew two heads and then turned oh so very red. Kristopher loved it when that happened, becuase it did not happen often.
" I--I--I wasn't e--e--even thinking t--that..."
The blond snaked around the kitchen and then behind Augy where he wrapped his arms about the taller boy. "Lair." He said in a sing-song voice. "You where so thinking it, don't lie to me." He chuckled and tickled his stomach lightly.
" You c--could if y--you wanted to..."
Hm. True. But where was the fun in that? Really? There wasn't any and Kristopher wanted to have some fun with this anyways. "Okay then," he said slowly as he moved his hands up his boyfriends body. "I'll push you down alright." He snickered and went back down the front of his body. Stopping at the belt on Augusta's slacks.
"That is." He said slowly as he undid the belt and removed it. He then pulled away and lightly smacked Augusta's rear end with the said belt that was now folded over, so it made a pop sound but cause little to no pain. "After the lasagna is done, cause I am not letting that burn." He laughed cheerfully.
Oh Kristopher could be such the little demon boy sometimes.
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