I’ll make you mine

@Gerard <3
Place: Western district

He had seen him a fair few times around this bar. At first he hadnt thought much of it, thinking it was just something he noticed when he was feeling bored and lately everything seemed boring. Loralei had left to do... well whatever she wanted to do, there was nothing new in her sudden disappearance. But it did leave Eden feeling a little clueless and mostly bored; And he hated being bored. But this curly haired seraph seemed to take his attention for at least a small moment of the day, when he passed him and went on with his night. Soon Eden found himself looking for him, and then he noticed how every night was a new guy. Sometimes the same but not all the time. It was intriguing in a way, though he could tell that the curly haired beauty was far younger than the men he seemed to hang out with. So Eden decided to mingle one day, seeing that he knew one of the men in the circle. “Mr. Bernard,” he greeted one of the elders, who looked at hin with a polite smile and nodded. “Eden. I was actually just telling everyone about one of your investments and how well it is doing,” he said, making Eden smile and nod in a humble manner. He shortly glanced at the nephilim with a gentle smile before he was offered a seat among them. He sat down, back straight and posture on point, but he made it seem so easy if not elegant. “I’m not exactly fond of sharing my secrets... But I will let you know that...” and then he went on to tell them just how he had sealed the deal for the stocks he had secured, but he always found a way to look at the young guy in a way that just made it seem natural, even though he was clearly trying to get his attention.

It was obvious that he wanted the seraph to notice him and his glances, but he had to keep it subtle. It wasnt seen upon lightly to steal another man’s company, it was almost the equivalent of stealing a lover. One of the men spoke to the curly haired beauty and Eden cursed silently in his mind as he watched him leave. The polite excuse gave away the french accent and Eden found himself wondering where that had come from. In fact he soon realized that he wanted to know everything about the seraph that had just left the table. His phone started ringing rather conviniently and he excused himself as he got up to answer it. He got up and went towards the exit, speaking loudly enough to let the seraph hear him leave as he passed the bar. Outside was just quiet enough for the phone call, he popped a cigarette in his mouth, talking calmly with the person on the other line, some contact in a foreign time-zone to warn him about losing certain stocks. All due to some economical changes in the country she was staying in right now; the boring stuff. Eden let her speak most of the time, silently smoking his cigarette as he felt the cold winter air against his face, even though he was cold, he wasnt this cold.

He had heard someone come outside, but he hadnt known it was the seraph just yet. He was still listening to the woman, though it felt like the more she spoke, the more she was quelching his chances of actually getting to talk to the guy whose attention he was desperate to grab. He noticed him in the corner of his eye as he approached, looking at him as he made a gesture. He pulled out his lighter and lit the cigarette, sending him a gentle smile before he shortly turned his attention to the phone. He asked the woman if she wouldnt rather send him the report so he could look at it in the morning and she agreed to it. He hung up and exhaled the cigarette smoke he had held in for quite a while now, looking at the seraph. “Your accent is very pleasing to the ears,” he said in a not so subtle way to compliment him before he drew a small drag off his cigarette. “Is that why they all seem to agree on sharing you?” He asked rather upfront, looking at him with curious eyes. It wasnt often that escorts seemed to have such a big clientele as the seraph seemed to have.

The remark made him scoff but more in a way like he found it a little funny. “Is something wrong with liking both?” He asked, with his head slightly tilted to the side. It was true that there was some beauty to the seraph but he could tell now that he wasnt a pureblood. There was something else, that seemed to make him a little different from the otherwise angelic species. “Somehow I doubt you’d know much about stocks and market value. But do enlighten me with something you do know,” he winked charmingly, a confident crooked smile on his lips, his own accent quite scandinavian but not exactly rooted in anything specific. He knew he was being ballsy but it wasnt going to stop him now. He shrugged at the apology, looking ahead as he made a deep sigh. “It’s all so dull to me. You eventually become so good at something that it all becomes rather... automated,” he explained, glancing towards the other man before shaking his head and hand at him. “I’d rather hear about you and your so called conversational skills with that beautiful accent,” he chuckled, though he wasnt really trying to shy from the fact that he found him alluring.

The question about reinventition made the vampyre narrow his eyes a little as he looked at the seraph. So not only was he good looking, he was also smart? Eden noted that down in his mind as he shrugged as his answer. “You’d find that it’s rather difficult to reinvent yourself when you have a profession such as mine,” he remarked. He’d rather talk about something else than himself, but it seemed that the seraph wanted to know more before he would start giving. Eden liked that a lot. “Oh I know about the importance of secrets. Which is why I wont just open up like a book and hand you all my secrets now. But you are free to ask whatever you’d like to know,” he said, though he doubted that the young man had much interest in all the secrets, especially because essentially they were all just boring.
He kept track of how long they had left by the way his cigarette was burning down. His question made him shrug. “I dont care about work. Work is work. I’d rather care about my personal life. Who I see... who I dont see. Who I want to see.” He listed so casually, the last one making him smile as he scoffed at himself. He was really bad at hiding his intentions wasnt he? “Though the last thing I’d want is to be shunned by my peers and robbed of my integrity,” he remarked, a gentle smile on his lips. “It just wouldnt be a lie to say that I do find you.... interesting,” he said, carefully moving a little closer to the other man, lifing his hands to correct a fold on his collar, gentle to the touch. He chuckled and stepped back. “Your cigarette is burned out,” he said, looking down at the seraph’s hand.

“Would you like the simple answer or find out yourself?” He asked with a soft inviting smile, though he knew he could do nothing about it now. The colour in his cheeks only made him that more beautiful in Eden’s eyes, because a part of him loved anything that was remotely human. Warmth, life, everything that wasnt dead and cold like himself. The adjustment of the other man’s clothes was a risky move but Eden did like the dynamic that sprung from it, because there was something forbidden about a gesture like that. He watched him drop the burning bud and stomp it to kill the fire. He didnt really want to let him go but he had to. “You might,” he said in a teasing tone but he would be paining himself if he didnt seek out the seraph at the first chance he could get.
He watched him leave and took a moment to light another cigarette, he couldnt just walk in right behind him and strike up any sort of suspicion. He pulled out his phone and checked the message he had gotten from the caller, smoking half a cigarette before he finally decided to make his return to the table. “Sorry about that. Turns out that not all stocks can change in a manner of seconds,” he chuckled humbly, before he listened in on the conversation the others were having. Still his eyes found ways to look at the seraph, though it was clear that he still just wanted to keep it subtle. Eventually as he predicted, talking about work would start to bore him, in an attempt to make things more interesting, he looked at Gerard and narrowed his eyes a little. “So what do you think....?” He asked, clearly fishing for a name that the others seemed to provide. “... Mr. Castell. Do you think I should pull my stocks from a country in decline or wait it out and see what would happen?” He asked, if anyone seemed to look at him weirdly, he just gave them a warning gaze, clearly wanting to hear the opinion of someone who didnt have all the knowledge of the market. This was also a way for him to show the others that the seraph wasnt just good looks, given that he would answer of course.

He didnt know if he had expected an answer or having Gerard pretend as if he knew nothing. If he had spent quite some time with these men, surely he must know just a little bit, at least enough to surprise. And then he spoke and Eden’s smile widened as he couldnt help but find it rather intriguing. He kept his calm, but he was definitely excited to hear the seraph’s thoughts. “You’ve made a good point,” he remarked, seemingly not as surprised as the other men. If anything he found it a shame that they hadnt cared to figure out themselves. He nodded in approval at the advice he got, leaning back into his chair before he chuckled and rubbed his nosebridge. “How much are these dust-collectors paying you?” He suddenly asked, smiling at whoever that seemed to take most offense to his words. It didnt really matter if Gerard chose to reveal the price or not. Eden had made up his mind. “Whatever they’re paying, I’ll do double. I doubt they’re paying your actual worth anyway,” he added, looking around for a second before he chuckled and got up. Maybe he didnt really care that much about his peers as he had claimed to. “Consider my offer Mr. Castell. Whenever you’re bored of being forced to sit around and just look pretty,” he said, looking at Gerard with daring eyes that told him to take a chance. He straightened his jacket and nodded at the men. “Gentlemen,” he said rather seriously but there was a mockery to his mere presence at this point. He went for the door, pulling out his phone to call for a car.

Even if he hadnt convinced the seraph tonight, he just told himself that he wouldnt give up that easily. The other men could be as offended as they wanted, it didnt bother Eden. He would insult them again for being so blind to seek out the seraph’s words over his looks. He stood outside, placing his hands in his pockets as he thought of going back in there, convince the beautiful curly haired man to come with him, but it seemed that his efforts had worked after all. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned his head to look at Gerard with a bit of a surprised expression, though he was only pleasantly surprised. A charming smile spread on his lips as he looked him up and down. “We can discuss a more suitable price that you’d find satisfying,” he remarked, moving his eyes back up to the brown ones. “I promise you that whatever scraps they gave you, wont be happening with me,” he explained before he made a deep sigh. There of course was one catch. “I’ll keep you financially stable and more.... If. You drop your whole clientele and take only my money and company,” he said, thinking it didnt sound exactly unfair.

“Of course I meant it. Why would I lie?” He asked calmly with a snile, but now that he had thought that they were discussing price anyway, he laid out his hot take. He raised his eyebrow at the mention of a trial period. “A trial period doesnt really sound beneficial for you. Dropping your clientele, even for a week could mean you’d lost them forever,” he pointed out, seemingly a little worried about what the seraph would do then. No if they had to do this, it couldnt just stop.
Hearing about a brother didnt seem to bother Eden too much, but he wasnt as obsessed as he would be in the future just yet, so he thought it wouldnt be much of a problem. “Of course. I wont stand in the way of you taking care of your brother. I’m just a little surprised that you’re talking about staying over already,” he chuckled but he liked it. He was quite attracted to him so he wouldnt be able to say what could happen in a heated moment. And now, he was thinking about those heated moments. He sighed deeply and grabbed the half burned cigarette he had smoked earlier. He popped it his his mouth and offered Gerard one if he wanted, lighting it too if he took one. “Do you want to come with me home?” He asked, puffing a little on the cigarette, feeling the smoke wander down into his lungs. “Dont get all nervous. I’m not going to just fuck you at the first chance I get. You’d find out that I can actually be quite a passionate man, and I’d care about your wants and needs more” he added with a rather truthful tone, exhaling the smoke into the air.

“That makes you smart. You shouldnt just be trusting me because I say a lot of things that could sound very nice. It’s only fair that we go about this the way you’d want,” he said, shrugging a little as it wasnt that big of a deal to him. Well it would be if Gerard decided that they shouldnt see each other. He did notice the change in the seraph, making him wonder if he had said something wrong. Sure maybe he was quite forward, but he thought the only way from here had to be formed from honesty. “Alright fine. The day after tomorrow it is,” he said with a nod. His car arrived and he extinguished his cigarette before he looked at Gerard once again. “I can give you a ride home? Or closer to your home if you’re scared to show me where you live?” He suggested, letting the seraph decide before he either got in alone or with the other man joining him.

He nodded at his words but then chuckled a bit. “You’re rather humble for an escort. Are you aware of that?” He said but then shook his head and smiled rather charming. He pulled out a card that wasnt exactly just a business card, but clearly something that had his number on it. He mostly used it to hand to other business-men, but he could make an exception for the seraph. And this way, it might seem that Gerard was the one who could decide how fast he wanted things to go. “Dont be shy to call if you’re bored. Have a good night Mr. Castell,” he wished him before he got into his car and drove off. It felt a little bitter because he had really hoped he could get to know more about the seraph already. He knew patience was key, but there was just something about the other man that he couldnt shake off.

Sure running off two years before he would get the mandatory release probably wasnt the best idea, but there was no way he’d let Gerard wander off into this big world all on his own. Blood bags were scarce and sometimes he’d have to hunt for rats in alleys just to get whatever blood he could. It was hard to be a runaway, and sometimes he wondered if he had made the right choice? Having to feed off his brother wasnt ideal, and he hated it everytime. So saving up bloodbags, living off the bare minimum of every day was just how things had to be. He was laying on the dirty matress they had, reading through an old comic as Gerard’s voice made him look up. A smile spread on his face as he pushed himself up to sit. Obviously being only 16, he wasnt quite grown or muscular, in fact he was more malnourished and fragile looking. The question made him sigh as he laid back down and grabbed his comic book to resume where he had left off. “Yeah, some,” he said but in reality it was not really enough. But was it ever? “How was your night?” He asked, though he didnt exactly like what Gerard was doing, mostly because he found it dangerous.