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Rune perked up, looking down at the other and about to say something when he went off to go do... whatever. He sighed heavily, shaking his head a little bit as he did so.

Currently, the lime-green haired teacher was pacing one of the rooms in his house. Shirtless and covered in paint for hte picture that was in front of him. He tapped the end of his paintbrush against his chin before he stepped forward to begin trailing the paint along the canvas once more, feeling so very relieved with the action already.
 
Wringing his hands together, Caden stood on the front step of Uriel's house for a long minute before knocking. He had no idea what he was going to say to the man, but he knew that his entire past would have to be explained. What the blond didn't know how he was going to explain was how Uriel's name came up in the first place. He whimpered slightly, contemplating just going back home and closing himself off to the world until Raphael dropped dead.
 
Hearing hte knock, the man made his way to the door. He openedi t up and smiled warmly as he saw the other in front of him. "Caden!" he grinned before his features drooped." Oooh. What's wrong? Oh! Just come inside. Come come!" He held the door open for him before closing it once the other was inside. He looked down at his toned chest splattered with paint, even the ring in his naval had bits of paint. "Mm. issue..." he mumbled before looking back to hte man. "But yes. What's wrong?"
 
"Hello Uriel." He tried to smile at the man, but quite obviously failed miserably if he had known there was something wrong. The blond followed his friend inside and promptly tried to change the subject, but before even a word about the painting could come out, Uriel had asked again. Caden's hands began to wring together yet again as he found a place to start his story.

The whole, ugly thing came out only a little broken. And when Caden got to the bit about that afternoon, he inched towards the door slightly. "I didn't tell him we were together," he clarified. "Only...only implied it which I suppose is just as bad and I'm really, really sorry Uriel!"
 
Uriel listened to the other, a brow arching in question as he did so. He was a little shocked about the whole story suddenly coming out. He took a hold of the other's hand, pulling him against his chest and grinning widely. "Oh? Then we'll just have to show him what he missed out on!" He grinned, gripping the other's rear playfully before twirling him with a happy little laugh. "We'll make him jealous and just beg for you to take him back because we're such an awesome couple! Don't be bitchy. Merely be .. cuddly with me" He winked and then patted his sides. "i'm flattered that you used me as your fake boyfriend / bodyguard."
 
Caden bit his lower lip while waiting for an answer, and he choked out a relieved laugh when he got the one he wasn't expecting. The blond's arms wrapped around his friend's waist. "You're a life saver, Uriel." He leaned up and kissed the man's cheek before pulling away, still thanking him. "Come back with me?" he asked, not knowing when Raphael would be back. "We can shove clothes into our briefcase for you. And I have a nice guest bedroom that.... Well it's not fixed up yet but it can be." He smiled at his friend. "And you can set up your art in the living room if you'd like."
 
Uriel smiled warmly, laughing softly. "I wouldn't subject anyone's room to my art." He winked before he walked off and shoved a few outfits into a suitcase and then took up his school bits "All right, sexy temp boyfriend, let's get to makin' looove." He grinned and then leaned over to kiss his cheek. "We'll be good."
 
He laughed, a little grateful. He liked his rooms un-splattered with paint, even though it looked (really) good on Uriel. The blond moved to clean up the living room a little while the other man went to get clothes, and then walked out with him, smiling. Caden didn't realize just how good of a friend he had in the man, and felt guilty over that. Well, he would repay him somehow.

They got into his car and he pulled out the extra key to his rooms. "You're supposed to be living there, and Raphael is...relentless. Sooner or later, he'd catch you sitting outside waiting for me to come home." Caden smiled at the other man and took off, back towards the school. "Let me know what you like to eat and drink. I'll go shopping tomorrow. Or we can together. Or you can." He shrugged.
 
Taking hte key, he slid it into his back pocket and then looked over at him, nodding a few times as he did so. "Okay. And we can go. Keep up the couple image." He winked and then looked around at everything before turning to look back to him. "So. Does this mean I can hold your hand and stuff?" He smiled warmly, having a tiny little crush on his friend.
 
Caden laughed and nodded a bit. "Yeah." He had no doubts that Raphael would be watching them closely, though Caden didn't know what for. And he was a bit bitter that he was being watched at all, especially by his ex. What right did he have? Well, perhaps Uriel's presence would calm him enough to not commit murder. Maybe. "I, uh. I tend to get...passionate when he's around. Just to warn you." The blond didn't think that he'd ever been upset around Uriel, as it was usually Raphael who made him upset in the first place and he hadn't been around in...centuries. "And don't go barefoot in the rooms yet. Something...broke."
 
Uriel laughed at his friend, shaking his head a few more times and then leaned against the other a bit more. "Mm. I'll be sure I keep you under wraps." He patted his thigh gently and let out a little laugh. "Or I'll just kiss you. Oooh! THAT Would be eeeeepiiiiic!" He grinned and then looked at the other with a smile.
 
He laughed, not throwing the idea out. It had been centuries, right? His views on PDA could have changed in that time. "Your job, is to keep me happy and un-murderous so that he will leave me alone." Caden glanced over at his friend for a second before focusing on the road again. "You have my complete permission to do whatever that entails." Smiling, he squeezed Uriel's hand as they pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car. "Ready?"
 
"YES SIR!" He hopped out of the car, gripping his suitcase and then following him toward his room, smiling a little bit more as he did so. "Sooo shove my hand down your pants. GOT iiiit." he chuckled happily and skipped through the halls, kissing his cheek softly. "So, is this ... Raphael hot?" He murmured, eyes lifting to look up at the other.
 
Caden shook his head, but didn't answer as he opened the door and let Uriel in. "I thoug-- Okay he's fucking gorgeous." He hated admitting that, but really, Raphael was beautiful. "Doesn't matter. He's an asshole who ripped my heart to shreds without a backwards glance." Shaking his head, Caden moved to the kitchen and poured them both a glass of wine. "Second door on the left is the bathroom, first on the right is yours. Obviously help yourself to anything, but I'm begging you to stay out of the kitchen if and when he shows up." If Uriel had been living there, he'd most certainly know where everything was. And he didn't. "And be shirtless." The blond winked at the other man.
 
Uriel skipped over to the other and leaned up to kiss his cheek, grinning happily. "Ohhh goodie." He disappeared for a moment and put his things into the guest room before he walked back over to get the glass of wine. "Thank you." He said before he grinned. "Can I be covered in paint too?" He asked, grinning a little bit more while he sipped the wine happily.
 
"If you'd brought your art supplies." He grinned and sipped his wine, moving over to the sofa and patting the cushion next to him. "Really, thank you again. You're saving my ass...and, quite unfortunately, his life." Caden grimaced at the thought of having to deal with his ex by himself and drank the rest of his wine in one gulp. "I'm going to head to bed." Leaning over, the blond kissed the other man's cheek and then rose to put his glass in the kitchen. "There are extra pillows and blankets in the hall closet. We'll pick up some comforts of home while we're out tomorrow." The blond said goodnight and retreated to his room, closing the door over.
 
"I'll borrow some from my class." he winked and then finished off his wine a moment later and headed to bed.

The next evening, Raphael was back and in front of the door. A heavy sigh passing his lips as he tried to ignore how badly he was going to be murdered, but he was going to visit him anyway. He hoped that he would be a little less angry. Doubted it. And he understood why he was so livid. but he thought over centuries would have made him NOT want to murder him. He knocked on the door, tensing while he waited to have a bullet shot through the door or something.

By this time, Uriel had actually made a faux-art-studio in the living room. Nothing too much, and it was not his normal painting frenzy that he did in his own home. But there was a very beautiful picture of Caden in quite the compromising position. The man was splayed out on a fainting couch with a precariously placed blanket draped just enough to hide any bits from being seen. He splattered a few bits of paint on his chest just by creating the picture, but also a bit more when he heard the knock. Turning to Caden, he perked up. "You wanna get that?" He asked, grinning as he did so. He was already having far too much fun.
 
Caden was thankful that they had fallen into a very easy arrangement. He didn't mind his living room being taken over by paints and canvas and easels, nor did he mind posing. Though he was a little unnerved by being so vulnerable and had been glad to slip into a pair of sleep pants after the initial painting had been done. Now he was sitting with the blanket draped just so, even if his legs were now covered, the rest of him was exactly as it had been.

The blond shook his head. "Then you'll spend another hour repositioning me. You can. Or you can ignore him. Either he'll take the hint, or be the asshole that he is and barge in like he's entitled."
 
He sighed heavily. "i hate it when you make sense. " Turning on his heel, Uriel walked over to the door, pulling it open and looking at the man there. Oh wow. He was gorgeous! He stared for another moment before he arched a brow. "can I help you?"

Raphael froze. There WAS another?! He stared at him, eyes a little wider as he did so. "Um... Yeah... i'm looking for Caden..." He stated, glancing past him and seeing the painting, arching a brow. "Nice painting...." He looked at the other, looking him over a little bit more and sighed heavily. He replaced him with someone thousands of times better.

Uriel shrugged and turned to the other in the room. "Darling. I'll just position you again later." He winked and then stepped to the side so that the man could take a step or two into the room.
 
He sighed a little, but kept it quiet as he stood. "I'm sure you will," he answered suggestively, coming up to Uriel's side and wrapping his arm around the man's waist. "And I fully look forward to it." He gave a little smirk and then steeled his features to turn back to Raphael. "What? What is it that you want, Raphael? To torture me? To rip open wounds and pour salt and vinegar in them? Because you're doing a bang up job."
 
Uriel sighed heavily, his hand coming over and wrapping around the other's lips, turning to look down at him with a shake of his head. "Darling. Ever think he wanted closure?" He asked, honestly. He had been thinking about it for a while. Last night he had. Why would he pop up so suddenly? He did not seem to be a malicious guy, but who was he to judge, he supposed?

"YES!" Raphael nodded and he turned to look at Caden with a pathetic look to his features. "That's all, Caden! I don't want to hurt you any more than I already have. I just wanted to see that this Uriel guy had been treating you fine. Better than I had." he shook his head a little bit, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he did so. "I am glad you're over me, Caden. You should be. And honestly ... I'll stop bothering you from now on. If you ever feel the need to bitch at me again or whatever else, then call me up and scream. I deserve it. I just ... didn't want you to be miserable. I know I broke you and there's no possible sorry for that ... but look! You have a guy who just oozes with love for you!"
 
Reaching up, he removed Uriel's hand from his mouth. "Manson would have treated me better than you!" He turned to Uriel. "And he doesn't deserve closure if it uproots my own. I'm the victim. He-YOU- chose to leave." Throwing his hands up in frustration, the blond left the room and closed himself in his own, growling. Wasn't Uriel supposed to be on his side??
 
Uriel perked up and shrugged. "well then! That backfired." He shrugged and turned to look over at the other and pointed. "You out." He stated and then pushed him out of the room. Closing and locking the door behind him, he walked over and to the bedroom. He pouted and slid over to the other. "Caadeeen! I didn't mean to turn on you. I just ... thought maybe if you heard him out you would feel better"
 
He looked at the other man through narrowed eyes. "I have heard him out! I heard him out the day he got the balls to tell me he'd actually left me." He sighed and threw himself backwards on the bed. "He was my everything, Uriel. He was the only one who understood what I was going through when he turned me, and he was the one who took care of me because of it. And then he pulled the rug out from under me-upended my entire life because it didn't suit him anymore, and now? Now he thinks that he deserves to upend my life again, because it simply suits him to do so."
 
Uriel walked over to the other. Crawling on top of his form and he gently pinned the other's hands above his head, his own head tilted to the side with interest to his features. "Caden. You're above him. You're so very above him." He kept his eyes to the other and he sighed softly. "If you look past your anger and hatred, can't you see he's worse off than you? It's in his eyes. I don't want you to pity him. I don't want you to feel anything toward him other than the fact that: You're better off than he is! You have a wonderful job which you love. You have friends. Students who love you. And a sexy fake boyfriend." He smiled warmly at that, slowly releasing his hands and setting them on the bed beside him.
 
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