See what it's like to be a vulture's lunch
The problem, Arlo was certain, was Abigail's country. The entire country in fact. Nepal, with its traditional values, was all but ruining his relationship. Well. Perhaps ruining was a bit of an exaggeration. Still, the very morals and ethics of that place were, in the very least, making it distinctly difficult to progress his relationship without taking that next and very final step into marriage. A step Arlo was mostly sure was damn near illogical when two people hadn't even lived together before! How rare it was that he was the sensible one in any situation and yet, in this, the vampire remained near assured that it was Abigail, or rather her father and Nepal, that remained so very far behind the rest of the world. He could hardly blame Ab's herself, not really, she was only doing what she thought was right after all and yet why did right have to be so damn difficult? Sebastian, as Arlo had near expected, seemed to know Nepal as well as he had anticipated. The elder vampire insisting that it was just as Arlo had come to believe. A country of distinctly high moral standards- or very boring people who never did anything even remotely fun ever. Sebastian, in that moment, content to liken Nepal's high standards to the women of his own day before insisting he'd found ways around it all the same. The elder vampire merely fixed with a dubious glance for just how unhelpful he was being in that moment, Arlo's sarcastic words only prompting another chuckle from his coven leader before the Crusnik slid further back in his seat in tha veritable admittance of defeat.
It was Sebastian's suggestion on encouraging Abigail to move in, slowly, that at least afforded the man some modicum of hope. It was a good idea after all. The more time Abigail spent here the more comfortable she'd become until, eventually, her living here just made sense for sheer practicality. Abby did like practical things. Hmm, who knew Sebastian might present an actually useful idea? That very declaration, teasing though it was, managed to coax that frown to the others man's features. Arlo promptly told to 'sod off' in that distinctly British lilt. It was nothing short of amusing, the fashion in which Sebastian's accent, sometimes, seemed to flare far more potently. This was surely one of those moments as a chuckle rose to Arlo's own throat.That sound became a ready laugh.
"Oh sod off? Do you know how ridiculous you sound when you say that? Your voice goes all....English. No one here even knows what a 'sod' is, you do know that right?"
That teasing note to his own voice was unlikely to impress his companion and yet those british phrases, when they appeared, had always been a source of amusement to the younger man. Arlo, in that moment, unable to prevent those chuckles before he reached for his beer again- the vampire taking another sip before facing his companion with some seriousness once more. After all, that moving in debacle was hardly the major cause of Arlo's problems tonight. Rather- an entirely different and far more prominent issue rested on the horizon. One Arlo himself had underestimated until only a few days ago. He had known Abigail was a virgin, he had known she was determined to wait until her wedding night to....well.....not be a virgin anymore and yet he hadn't known just how entirely innocent she was! So innocent that even that question of touching had sent the poor girl into a veritable panic attack on the sofa! He would never, he was certain, forget the way she looked at him at his mere suggestion that they could....make out with a little more....intimacy. After all, making out wasn't sex, she certinly wasn't at risk of losing her virginity during it and hell- it could hardly be a bad thing to get her used to his hands on her right? And yet that, it seemed, had been far too much for his girlfriend.
The last thing Arlo had anticipated was that grin on Sebastian's features as he explained that very 'problem'. A grin that quickly began to dissipate into all out laughter at his conclusion of that tale. Arlo's hand reached readily for the nearest cushion before he all but hurled it in Sebastian's direction- the other vampire batting it away easily as Arlo's arms folded across his chest in a near perfect picture of a pout. Some friend Sebastian was! Laughing at him as if it was funny! Sebastian, he was certain, wouldn't be damn laughing if he hadn't had sex in two years! The elder vampire, once he had recovered from his laughter, was quick to insist that he had dealt with girls like Abigail before- even if they were rarely worth the effort. The distinct wording of that phrase prompted a growl within Arlo's own throat. Abigail, he was certain, would be worth the effort- if he could only damn well get there! Sebastian's hand rose in that gesture of innocence, the other vampire insisting he'd hardly meant anything by the comment and yet Arlo was still content to eye him with a dubious look all the same- if only for his earlier laughter. A good shag Sebastian said he was after. What Arlo wouldn't have done for one himself!
"I suppose I see your point, bud. Your fucking lucky with that venom of yours- thats all im saying. This shit is easy for you."
Another sigh left the Crusniks lips, Arlo falling back into that chair once more as Sebastian grew silent- the other man seemed to contemplate that very predicament Arlo had presented to him about just how to....bring Abby around to the idea. Ideally before they were married. Hell, the poor girl was going to spend her wedding night....terrified of him if she had no idea....what to even expect. Sebastian's sudden insistence that he needed movies prompted little more than a baffled look to Arlo's own features. Movies? What was a movie going to do? Surely he'd didn't want him to show Abby some sort of porn film right? Wouldn't that be a little much? Sebastian insistence that those movies might give Abigail an idea so readily saw that understanding, at last, dawn within Arlo's gaze. Maybe it was like Sebastian said. She didn't.....know what she wanted. Maybe she just had to see it and yet....it would take a damn lot of movies for her to reach that point. Arlo's gaze shifted upward one more to meet his companions' own, the man inquiring whether or not there might be a faster way to achieve that goal- only to cut his own words short. Sebastian, he was certain, would be the worst person to assist him with that. The last thing he needed was Abigail to leave him for Seb. Arlo's head shook softly once more as Sebastian insisted he hardly knew how he was surviving, the Crusnik lifting one hand to gesture toward that music room behind them.
"I'm getting a shit ton of work done."
A simper managed to find his own lips then. Even Arlo inclined to find amusment in his own lack of sex on occasion before his mind shifted back to that idea of movies and just which ones he needed to show Abigail. After all, did he need the sort of movies girls found romantic? Or ones with...actual sex in them? His very suggestions, it seemed, hardly impressed Sebastian in any sense as the other vampire snorted lightly before insisting Dirty Dancing was a good place to start, followed by Atonement and something about Blue being a warm colour that Sebastian seemed determined would work.
"I haven't even seen that last one. I can find it though. If she wants me to learn to dance like Patrick Swazye though I swear to god I will hate you forever. No one's hips are supposed to be that....elastic."
Arlo's features frowned readily at the thought. Patrick Swazye, for a human, had been surprisingly...athletic. The vampire near assured he might never possess that level of flexibility even despite his supernatural status. That very status so prompted the vampire's considerations on his own tendency to....bite during those more intimate activities. Not that he had truly bitten Abigail yet either. Her blood, after all, was hardly a source of food in the same wy Sebastian's was to him and yet he knew himself well enough to know that in the veritable heat of the moment it was near impossible to prevent his fangs finding her flesh regardless of whether he desired that blood or not. Sebastian's near sudden revelation that he bit his own husband near exclusively during sex readily coaxed Arlo's own eyes upward in surprise. The Crusnik momentarily contemplating that information.
"Dorian has bite marks on him all the time, I see them on his neck and, wait.....how often are you having sex!? Seriously, what's an average week for you two? How much sex are you getting?"
Arlo's own gaze narrowed readily in suspicion. The man inclined to regard his companion with near newfound...respect- at least if what he suspected was true. Then again, Sebastian was married. Married couples never had that much sex, did they? Arlo's gaze remained near incredulous for several moments longer before the vampire readily asked after the rest of Sebastian sex life. Hell, he was hardly getting any himself, why not hear about Sebastian's? In the very least he could live vicariously through the other vampire, right? Sebastian tale of the very first time he had both met, and bitten, his husband was very much as Arlo had anticipated it might be. Some guys had all the luck. Then again, maybe men were far more inclined to engage in such things on the first date when they, well, liked other men. That, Arlo was certain, was a perk of homosexuality- matching libidos. Yet- the idea of a man as lover still hardly managed to hold the appeal for him that it so surely did Sebastian. The idea that he might convince Abigail to at least try that more intimate touching however was certainly appealing. Hell, the very thought of her between his legs, as Sebastian suggested, was....glorious. Her hand, her lips around him, that sensation would be....fucking incredible, of that he was certain. Abby was so hot, she would be even hotter with her tongue running agianst him, his hands in her hair while she moved. How oblivious he was to fashion in which his own hand shifted upon his thigh, Arlo so clearly picturing exactly that scenario Sebastian painted before that very shift in his own physique so hurriedly prompted the vampire to shift upon the couch. The Crusnik readily seemed to snap free from the confines of his own thoughts as his head shook. His gaze falling onto his companion again with a decidedly impressed look.
"Wow, okay, you are like.....freakishly good at that. Like....scarily so. Are you sure you're not an, what do they call it? Incubus? I know Ab's thinks you are."
Abby had suggested Sebastian was half an incubus and yet if this was half of one- what the hell was a full one capable of? Arlo's head shook once more. The man near...uncomfortable with just how willing he had been to take up that imagery Sebastian had offered. Then again, he'd already had sex with Sebastian in the room before, it was hardly as if he had anything to damn well hide. The other vampire, in the very least, so understood his predicament and utter frustration with the entire scenario. Sebastian, had always been more than content to help when it came to women. Just how much Sebastian was capable of helping, however, still lingered readily on the forefront of his mind as Arlo reached for his beer again. He surely couldn't ask that and yet....did it hurt to ask?
He waited only so long as it took the other vampires attention to shift to him again, Arlo content to continue to lounge in that chair beside him as he contemplated that very idea- ridiculous though he was sure it was. Still, desperate times....
"What happens if you bite me? I ain't saying you should I'm just.....wondering is all. I won't turn gay or anything will I?"
That, he was sure, was a critical consideration.