See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch
There was something...satisfying about that new furniture inside that equally new house. Arlo, for several moments, was content to eye that new setup with distinct pleasure As Sebastian finally placed that couch down and made himself comfortable in the armchair. Decorating was hardly his strong suit and yet, until Abby moved in, it would surely do. After all, this was pretty much how it looked in the catalogue and catalogues were never wrong, right? Arlo's very tease about just how long his companion might be allowed to stay out was met with a ready roll of the other man's eyes before Sebastian insisted it was fine. Even as his phone chimed again. The English vampire taking that opportunity to mention those death threats as casually as if he mentioned the damn weather! Arlo's own gaze rose ever so slightly. Were Death threats even still a thing? Who the hell could hate Sebastian? He was so....mild mannered. Maybe it was a vampire thing. People hated vampires no matter how polite they were. Arlo having experienced that first hand na dyet Dorian? Hating Dorian, he was sure, was damn near impossible. The man was about as threatening as a dandelion. Arlo's head shook lightly in simple response to how ridiculous the idea was of threatening a vampire with death to begin with before he moved to retrieve that beer from the fridge and toss it across the room and towards his companion. Sebastian, as he anticipated, caught that drink with ease before lamenting how long it had been since he'd had a canned beer. The very notion prompted a snort from Arlo himself as the younger vampire easily flopped into his own chair in a decidedly haphazard manner. The vampire sitting in exactly the fashion that chair was not designed to be sat in with his legs hanging over the arm.
"Too damn long I'd be willing to bet, bud. They don't serve cans in that Palace of yours? Would you even be allowed to have a can if you wanted it or is that agianst royal rules?"
Arlo's head tilted ever so slightly in contemplation, those words teasing all the same. Maybe there was a royal rule agianst cans. Hell, there was probably a specific glass for beer. Sebastian and Dorian had cake forks for heaven's sake. They probably had some sort of gold inlaid beer glass. Arlo lifted his own drink to his lips, the man savouring that taste before gesturing easily to that surrounding room with the simple query of what Sebastian thought. After all, despite the fashion in which he teased his companion on his 'fancy' British nature, the Crusnik could hardly deny he....valued Sebastian's opinion when it came to such things. Sebastian, after all, had very nearly mastered the art of.....fitting in with the rest of society. In living as if he was, well, very near human. Arlo, in turn, still striving to achieve that very thing. Sebastian's opinion, on all things, had come to matter a great deal to the younger vampire. The Englishman's assurance that the new place was leagues better than his own prompted a ready grin to the vampires face. Arlo inclined to admit he was rather proud of being able to own a home for the first time in his otherwise mundane existence. This place a veritable first for him in far more ways than one- even if moving in without his girlfriend hadn't exactly been a part of that plan. Nepal, Arlo was certain, had a damn sight to many rules for its own good.
Sebastian, as he had near anticipated, hardly seemed surprised by Nepal and its apparent traditions. The man across from him chuckled softly as Arlo lamented that tale and his own displeasure in a nation that was, as far as he was concerned, trying to force him into marriage quote before he was ready and if only because he wasn't allowed to do anything at all until he did! The Englishman's insistence that Nepal a bit traditional readily coaxed one of Arlo's own eyes upward in a near dubious look. A 'bit' traditional, to his own mind, was the understatement of the century. Sebastian continued then, the man suggesting he'd have been lucky to even hold Abigail's hand in his own era before marriage. The elder vampire so apparently having found ways around that too as he offered a near casualshrug. Arlo's own eyes rolled near dramatically.
"Thank you Sex God, because that helps me."
The sarcasm within those words could hardly be missed as Arlo flopped further back into that couch with what he was certain was a degree of hopelessness. This relationship business was...harder then he'd anticipated and yet, he supposed, this was the first real relationship he'd been in. At least, it was the first serious one. Maybe this part was supposed to be hard. His blue gaze shifted once more toward his coven leader then. Arlo seeking Sebastian's guidance and veritable life experience again. After all, if there was something Sebastian excelled at it was almost certainly attracting women. His married status so hardly seemed to sway them. That suggestion he just needed to invite Abby over more until her living here seemed like the sensible solution was...well....sensible in turn. Huh. Maybe Sebastian did know something. An almost surprised simper settled upon the Crusnicks lips as he met Sebastian's gaze once more.
"I reckon I can manage that one in the least. You have some good ideas sometimes, bud."
That moving in, in the very least, Arlo was almost certain could be compromised on right? It just made so much....sense to his own mind that he near struggled to understand Abigail's own values. Her mind could be changed, surely. In the very least she might be able to stay over a few nights in a row right? In the very least they might be able to create that illusion of living together without violating whatever cultural belief was that seemed to fasten Abby to that traditionalism. Yet- living together was, admittedly, a veritably small hurdle in regards to that true....leap that had presented itself of late. Arlo's insistence there was more seemed to coax Sebastian's attention back upon him. The Crusnik so at last, reluctantly, admitting that true issue he had faced of late. Abigail was hardly just a virgin. The woman was innocent beyond all belief. His very suggestion of what more they could do having prompted a near full blown panic attack within her! That racing of her heart alone having assured him she'd been terrified at the idea if anything intimate. Hell. he'd been with virgins before but this was.....a whole new level. She would remember everything he did. That first time for her would be, well, everything. The very pressure of that having already turned within his mind over and over and yet-
Arlo's own thoughts were readily interrupted by that grin that had found its way to Sebastian's features. The other vampire, despite his efforts, apparently unable to control that laughter that all but erupted from him. Fucking hell. A decidedly sour look managed to find its way to Arlo's features then. One that only seemed to increase Sebastian's amusement. That indignation and hurled pillow were easily batted away by the Englishman as Arlo's arms folded over his chest, a clear pout on his features. Some friend Sebastian was! Here he was, trying to explain what he was pretty damn fucking sure was a serious issue and his best friend was laughing at him! It took several long moments for Sebastian to recover enough to even attempt to answer his question. After all, despite his laughter, Sebastian had surely been with the same sort of woman before hadn't he? The man was a damn incubus after all- or at least, half an incubus. The near knowing look to Sebastian's gaze gave him away well before he confirmed that very thing- only to suggest most girls were not worth the effort. At least not without that venom or powers. That very suggestion managed to coax the faintest of growls within Arlo's throat. That reaction purely....instinctive. Abby, after all, was worth it he was sure. She was worth....everything to him.
Sebastian was silent for several moments then. The other man seemed to contemplate that very problem before at last offering that advice. The vampires' insistence he needed movies prompted a near blank look to Arlo's own features. Movies? How were movies going to help? He'd seen movies with Abby loads of times. The very notion that Abigail didn't know she wanted him- at least not yet- made at least some sense. Arlo's head tilted slightly to the side as Sebastian insisted he needed specific movies. The kind with the hot and heavy sex scenes. Ones that might give Abby at least some sort of....idea over the whole thing. Sebastian suggesting these movies were the perfect time to at least start introducing her to those more.....intimate touches. The Enhlishman insisted again it had to be done over multiple films and several months. Christ. This was going to take forever! Yet- what was a few more months when he hadn't had sex in....god.....did he even remember? Another groan fell from the Crusnik then, Arlo's head fell back agianst the chair as his hands lifted upward to rub at his eyes before running back through his hair in that simple gesture of stress before the blue of his gaze met Sebastian's own again.
"Are you sure it will take months? Isn't there some faster way to- you know what, don't even answer that. You're not biting her. Still, do you know how long its been since i've had sex, bud? I'm pretty sure it was the night you and I first met. That was before you got married. I don't think it even remembers what a woman feels like anymore. I'm starting to get a new layer of muscle on my right side because my right hand is the only thing that ever gets a workout. Im also pretty damn fucking sure I'm going to get a christmas card from PornHub this year."
Another snort of irritation left the vampires nose then. Arlo was hardly frustrated with Abigail. It wasn't her fault after all. He was merely frustrated with that, well, complete lack of sex for months on end. The vampire distinctly determined to be faithful in turn. Maybe Sebastian was right. Maybe there was no faster way around this. At least without Sebastian;s influence on Abigail. The idea of another vampire, even his own companion, influencing his girlfriend was....simply out of the question. Arlo barely able to even consider that idea without feeling his own aggression spike. Those movies, it seemed, was his only real option. A heavy sigh finding him then.
"When you say hot and heavy movies, exactly which ones do you mean? Am I supposedto be getting the ones chicks find romantic like Ghost when they touch that....wet pot and girls weirdly seem to find that whole scene sexy even though its dumb or are we talking like....Fifty Shades of Grey and True Blood? Or are those too much? I don't want Ab's thinking I want to tie her to a wall or some shit. Maybe I shouldn't get anything where vampires bite people during sex in case that freaks her out. I've never bitten her before either, do you know that? I've tasted her blood once, just from the tip of her finger. It tasted incredible. Not like yours. A different sort of good. I have to try to not bite her though- I'll knock her out if I do. My venom....tends to do that to non-vampires and weaker vampires. How was Dorian the first time you bit him? Was he....okay with it? Does he let you bite him when your....ya know...hot and heavy, as you put it?"
God, he had so much...agianst him in this and yet he could hardly shake that very determination that Abby was simply...worth it. He was sure of it.
"I haven't had sex in longer then I can remember bud, let me live vicariously through you for like five minutes."