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His arms and legs wrapped around his lover, pulling Rune closer to him. Calder chuckled a little, rolling onto his back and pulling his husband on top of him. "Well...we can't do much more damage now..." The blond grinned at the other, leaning up to kiss him. Maybe pregnancy mood swings had their advantages... "Love me?" His chocolate eyes shone, and his hips pressed up for a second as Calder offered himself to his husband unabashedly.
 
Rune arched a brow as he looked down at the other with a smirk pulling to his lips. "Mm ... I do so love your hormones." He chuckled happily, leaning forward to press his lips to the crook of his neck. Fingers sliding over his form, feeling the belly and sighing heavily. He was so big. He had not had a clue that his lover was pregnant. It slightly bummed him, but well, he was happy to be with him right now, very happy. Always happy.
 
Marked and sated and happy, Calder fell asleep curled around his husband. He wasn't sure what they would find out, if anything, when they began to look into just why they couldn't stop from getting pregnant, but Calder was highly considering a vasectomy if they couldn't figure it out.

Maksim had been watching the poker game, as he watched all games. He watched for cheating, and took care of the cheaters. But that wasn't why he had followed the imp home. No, he wanted him for himself. And he would negotiate until he got him. He drew himself up to his full six foot ten inch height and knocked firmly on the door.
 
Sighing heavily, Raphael made his way down the stairs. He knew those two were not going to get up any time soon to answer, so he may as well. BAstards. They knew how loud they were but oh nooo! Don't even THINK of moving his room down farther. Assholes. He sighed heavily, pulling the door open and arching a brow at the man looming in front of him. The redhead stared for quite a while before turning to the inside. "RUNE! I THINK AN ILLEGITIMATE CHILD OF YOURS SHOWED UP!" He called up the stairs, sighing heavily.

Growling, the addressed man made his half naked way down the stairs, rubbing at his eyes as he did so. "I'm going to fucking murder you, you little whelp! If you've woken up Luci, I swear to Lucifer down under I'll rip your ass!" He growled before looking at the man in the doorway. "WHAT the fuck do you want?"
 
Maksim was quite amused, and tempted to take what he'd came for as it was so prettily offered to him on sight. But he waited, wanting to go through the proper channels. Afterall, it was the tall dark one who had taken the pretty thing out of the club, and therefore it was he who owned him. The Russian held a small smile on his lips as Rune addressed him, and then bowed very slightly before the last word had even died off of his lips.

"I have come to negotiate for the pretty, mouthy little vamp. May I come in?"
 
Rune looked down at Raphael, staring at the other for a while before he shook his head. "nope." He took Raphael by the arms and placed him in front of the other. "Don't break him physically and he's yours." He shoved the boy at the tall man before closing the door behind his nephew. Brushing off his hands a little, he turned and began to make his way back toward his lover... Or their child that was now calling out for him. well. at least he was calling for Mama!

Raphael squeaked and went wide-eyed as he was suddenly pushed out. "What?! Uncle Rune! UNCLE RUNE! You can't DO this! HEY! HEY!!" He pounded on the door a few times, not quite sure what was going on.
 
Well this was a lovely surprise! Maksim grinned and turned to walk back to his car. "Follow me." He was quite pretty, and he didn't want to use physical force if he didn't have to, and so the Russian gave Raphael the benefit of the doubt...for now.

Calder shuffled into the living room as the 'transaction' had been completed and rolled his eyes. The blond crossed his arms over his chest, raising an eyebrow to Rune. "I surely hope that you didn't just do what I think you did. Because you will not be a happy man if you did." He cut his husband off and went for their son to comfort him.
 
Raphael stared at the door, waiting for it to open and Rune to kick someone's ass. But ... it did not happen. He whimpered pathetically, knocking on the door a few more times before he turned and followed the other, crimson brows furrowing. "What makes you think i'm just a piece to be taken? Uncle Rune's an asshole and would sell his own son as an item! And why the fuck do you want me?"

Rune arched a brow. "Really? Were YOU not the one who asked why I didn't let the Russian Mafia keep him last night?" He rolled his eyes and pushed the other aside to scoop up their little toddler onto his hip. He turned to look at the blond, shaking his head a bit. "I read his mind. He doesn't want to hurt him. I honestly think this kid'll be good for him. Build his character a bit. Make him less selfish asshole." he stated and kissed his husband's lips. "And you can't be mad at me anyway. You kept your pregnancy from me. Meanie." he rested a hand on his stomach before turning to Lucifer and grinning. "ready to be a big brother? in a couple months."
 
"You found yourself on the wrong end of a leash, vamp. You were then won by my boss, and taken by...what was his name again? Either way, I like him. And the fact that he gave you to me states quite clearly that you are for the taking. And giving. And selling." Maksim gave a bit of a smirk, eyeing what was now his. Very pretty, indeed. "It matters not why I want you, or need you. It's none of your concern." The brunette climbed into the driver's seat, but not before a command of "get in".

Calder raised his eyebrow. That had been the hormones talking! He sighed, knowing Rune wasn't going to change his mind, and simply shuffled back to the bedroom to finish his nap. "I'm the pregnant one," he muttered. "I can be mad at whoever I want."
 
Raphael squeaked again and his brows furrowed as he stared up at the man that was there. "This is such bull shit. And you will not give nor sell me, you tall creep!" He growled a little bit, turning to look out the window and cursing under his breath a few times. "You better have a ncie fucking place. Such bull shit." he growled, gripping his form tighter and closing his eyes as he did so.

Rune rolled his eyes. "Bah." He said simply and then took a hold of the other's hand and began to lead the way down the stairs. "Let's just go get food." He stated and then turned to press a kiss to his lips before walking back toward the kitchen to find some food.
 
The boy had opened his mouth one too many times for Maksim's liking. When the boy got into the car, he reached over and took a hold of the shirt he was wearing and forcefully put him against the door. "Listen here you little shit." The Russian's voice was deep, low, and heavily accented. There was no doubt that he was angry now. "You are mine. Mine. I will do with you what I wish and I'll have no lip from you over it. You will sleep where I say, eat when I say, and bend over when I say. If you have issues, I will turn you over to Yulian, as he was so disappointed in his loss of you last night." With a growl, he released the boy and turned the car on, speeding out towards the main highway.
 
Raphael stared at the other, eyes a little wide as he was suddenly pulled to the other's form. He crossed his arms over his chest, shoving at the other's hands and rolling his eyes a moment later. "Whatever." he mumbled and then turned to look out the window, cursing under his breath quite a bit. He just did not care to fight anymore. He honestly could not find the urge at all.
 
"Might as well not sulk. It is not going to change."

They drove for several hours, until they reached the deep country. The farmhouse stood far off of the road. It wasn't large, but it was enough for him, and it was low key enough to allow Maksim to conduct whatever business he would need to. He left the car-either the kid would follow him, or he would cook in the car.
 
Looking over at the house, tilting his head with interest. It was actually quite cute. Not what he expected at all. He looked it over before slowly stepping out of the car and slowly following the other at his own pace. His hand slid to the back of his neck, gripping his flesh gently while he let out a heavy sigh. "Are you going to make me wear weird outfits and shit?" He asked, eyes looking over the other's form and then once more back to his eyes.
 
Looking up, Maksim regarded the other with no emotion in his face, or voice. "It is no longer your place to ask questions. Your...uncle, was he? He made quite certain that I would not do irreparable damage to you. That is all that you need to know. You will keep quiet unless you are spoken to, and you will do what I say or you will face the consequences. And the consequences will leave their mark." It would be such a pity to mark such creamy flesh... But Maksim was no fool, and he would not be taken for one. "You will stay in the room to the left there." He pointed to the servants' quarters. "You will make your bed each day, and keep the rest of the space tidy. You will wear only from what is in the closet." He didn't mention that what was in the closet were shorts much like the ones he'd been wearing the night before and a few collars.
 
Raphael snorted. "Like hell! Yeah, sure, I won't bloody leave, but I'm not being some bitch slave." He growled as he looked at the back of the other man. Who cared if he was nice to look at! He was a tall freak. "Leave their mark? Fuck no." he was just not going to mention the fact it would not really leave a permanent mark. While not as much as his uncles, he did have a dash of the blood that made them automatically heal. That combined with his vampiric blood just made him fairly difficult to scar. Yeah. I'm just gunna go pass out." He turned and walked toward the room he mentioned, not really caring at the moment.
 
Lightening fast, Maksim reached out and took hold the back of Raphael's shirt and gave a sharp yank backward. "Your days of having choice are over," he growled. The Russian went nose to nose with his new acquisition, keeping a tight grip on the shirt. "I don't care what you want." His W's were beginning to be said as V's again, a clear sign of his anger and short fuse. "I can be a pleasant man, and I can make your life comfortable if you do what I say, when I say." He growled once more, pulling back. "I will break you, vamp. Make no mistake." With a strong thrust, he pushed Raphael back towards the stove and fridge. "You will make us lunch, and then we will retire for the afternoon." The last sentence held a gleam in Maksim's eyes.
 
"I'm already broken, you asswhipe." he stated, shoving the other away once more. "And I eat BLOOD dipshit. Why the fuck do you want me to make you something burnt?" He rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his lower torso, holding onto his form tightly while he resisted the urge to tear away the other's throat.
 
"I am not stupid!" Maksim went to the fridge himself and pulled out a pint of blood, tossing it at the vamp. "Eat. And then you will change and I will show you my...favorite room." The Russian smirked, standing with his back to the counter and his legs crossed at his ankles. The male in front of him was lovely to look at, and he conceded to himself that he could stand and look at Raphael all day very contently.
 
"Really? you're seriously hiding that well" Snatching up the packet, he shrugged and bit into it, just hungry at the moment. He may or may not have been depriving himself of food recently. He knew it was wrong and bad, but he had not been able to help it. There was just no motivation. Now, he was actually happy for the bit of free food. "Your favorite room's a sex room, isn't it?" he asked, sipping more of the blood happily.
 
Maksim just hummed in answer, and went into the room that would be Raphael's. When he returned, the Russian was holding a pair of shorts for the boy to change into and hanged them on the back of one of the chairs. There was no need to answer, since the boy already knew the answer anyway. "Eat. Then change. And call me stupid again and I will make you hurt." There were just some things that he wouldn't tolerate from the cute vampire.
 
Raphael stared at the other and he arched a brow with interest to his features. "I never said you were stupid. Merely implied it." He informed him with a little shrug of his shoulders. He stared at the shorts for quite a while, eyes staying to the garment for quite a while more. "You're lucky you're hotter than that creep that 'won' me and the one that bought me." He sighed, eyes slipping closed as he did so.
 
"Luck has nothing to do with it." The Russian grinned and shifted his magic through his body, becoming the man he was the previous night. He pressed his now rather large body against the back of Raphael and licked a slow line up the side of his neck. "For I can be anyone I wish to be, vamp." Fangs were produced and scraped sharply over the sensitive flesh of the male in front of him, Maksim watching the reaction.
 
"OH GOD!" He gagged and pushed away from the other, hand resting over his lips and he stared at the other, honestly feeling the bit of blood coming up. "what the hell? Are you the fat ass or the other?" He asked, honestly curious about this. He looked him over a few more times, rubbing his stomach a few times to try and settle everything back to where it should be.
 
He laughed heartily and changed back into his usual form of Maksim. "Again, I can be anyone I wish to." So he wasn't human, exactly. But neither was the boy in front of him. And so long as Raphael did as he was told, Maksim wouldn't be forced to change into Yulian again. "Now change. It would be a pity to waste the energy your meal gave you." He leered at the other, attempting to peel his clothes off with only his thoughts.
 
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