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Nodding, the Russian reached forward and tugged the male to his feet, wrapping him in a hug. "It is not possible for him to forget you. Every time he feeds, he will remember it was you who turned him and every time someone new comes into his life, it will be you he thinks of as he questions whether or not this new man will do the same to him as you did. He will think of you during his happiest times because up until now, you were a part of those times with him and he will think of you during his saddest, reminding himself that he could always hurt worse." Maksim wasn't saying the words to upset Raphael, but only to help the vampire understand truly what he had done, and perhaps (he hoped) that would help him move on.
 
Raphael arched a brow as he was pulled into the other's arms, not expecting it at all. He remained silent while listening to the other until a soft sob escaped his lips. He gasped, pulling back and he covered his face with his hands, trying to block the tears from being seen and passing his eyes even more. "oh God..." His voice cracked slightly and he let out a pathetic laugh, the tears not being able to stop no matter how hard he tried to rub them away. "I am awful... But I still love him... I do. I really do... " he rubbed his eyes a little bit more as he did so. "But he hates me. He won't even look at me without getting angry. I'm not saying he shouldn't. Just that ... I'd like him to at least talk. Tell me how much he hates me!"
 
"That will do no good for either of you, vamp." The Russian began to guide Raphael out of the room and back to the kitchen to sit and talk a little more. He placed a packet of blood in front of the other, just in case, and made them both a cup of tea. "While twisted, you thought you were doing right by him at the time. And I do not condone the actions, but the reasoning behind them was admirable." Maksim sipped his tea, sitting back in the chair and draping one leg over the other. "Perhaps a letter." It seemed, from all of his information, that this Caden got so mad at the sight of Raphael that he was unable, more than unwilling, to listen. A letter seemed like an ideal solution.

"Now hear me. I am not telling you to write to him and profess your love. You've said-and I know for fact-that he is quite happy with his new beau. But to help him to understand just why you did the things you did, perhaps it will help you to clear your head of it."
 
Raphael lifted the packet, biting the package while he listened to theo ther. Features dropping a little bit. "Um... I'm retarded." He laughed and shook his head a little bit. "Never thought of writing a letter." he sighed heavily and sucked some of the crimson liquid before he sat down in a chair. One leg coming to his chest to continue sipping the packet absently. "So ... Now the question is: will you let me write a letter explaining to my ex why I was such an asshole?" He asked, looking up at him and honestly curious. "And make sure it's not some creepy, stupid letter before Isend it?"
 
Maksim chuckled deeply. "You are not forbidden from communicating with your family, vamp. You may not leave the house without me or my permission, and you must do as I say, but you are free to speak with whomever you wish." The Russian finished his cup of tea, rising to put the mug into the sink. "There is a desk with pens and paper in the office. You may use it when I'm not and so long as you make me aware when there are supplies needed."
 
"Oh." He perked up, brows furowing and cheeks puffing out a little bit. "And here I thought I was captive." he sighed heavily and then stood up. "If you do not need me ... I'm going to go write to my ex and hope he won't burn it." He sighed softly while beginning to make his way toward the room, going slowly in case the other actually needed him for something. He still was not really in the right set of mind to do much of anything sexual.
 
Shaking his head at Raphael's back, Maksim began to clean up the kitchen. He didn't have the vampire do these things because he himself didn't want to, but because he hoped it would give the other a sense of responsibility and self worth. He wasn't sure, yet, if it was working, but the Russian wasn't going to give up so soon anyway. The bedroom was next, and it was nearly an hour later that Maksim retired to his room to soak in a warm bath and dress for bed. It was early, but he wanted to be comfortable.
 
Raphael took quite a while to write up a halfway decent letter that did not scream asshole and 'i just couldn't take it' or ' I WANT YOU BACK BABY" not that he ever called him baby. 'babe' sometimes, but never baby. That was just annoying. And he was quite happy with the letter he conceived:

Caden, before you throw this out or burn it, please hear -- read -- me out:
We both know I'm a jerk who does not really deserve your forgiveness. I understand that. I have. But I just want you to know why I left.
It's nothing romantic. I didn't run off with some model or whatever. I felt guilty and awful, even more than I do now. I changed you out of jealousy. Not out of love like I would have preferred to have potentially done. It was stupid of me, and I realize now, it was nagging in the back of my mind what I had done to you. It killed me to think you could just be with me every day without hating me solely for that. I know I should have told you why I was leaving, or talk to you then, but I didn't have the will power. You deserved -- deserve -- someone better than me. I am truly sorry for hurting you like I had. For hurting you in the first place. We were happy together and I murdered that time. I am sorry.
At the very least, I hope this will give you closure.
Raphael
 
The letter sat on the counter for days-weeks?-before Caden couldn't take it any longer. He knew immediately who it was from, and at first couldn't bring himself to read it. But the letter, sitting there, taunted him every day. And finally, he'd had enough. The blond took the letter, reading it while standing against the counter. The emotions came, as expected, hard and fast. The blond crumpled the paper in his fist and moved to the sofa, curling up and allowing the pain and sorrow to wash over him fresh.
 
Walking into the room with a warm smile, Uriel's lips instantly dropped when he saw Caden. Closing the door behind him, the green-haired male walked over to the other, kneeling in front of him with concern to his features. "caden?" He whispered, staring at the letter in his hand and then back to his boyfriend. "Was it bad?"
 
He wasn't sure if he was happy to see Uriel right then or not. Part of him wanted time alone to truly grieve now that he had a reason. The other part wanted-needed-comfort. Looking up at his lover through tear filled eyes, the blond shrugged and handed him the letter while the tears renewed simply with the thought of what it had said. He didn't understand. Caden didn't understand why Raphael continued to hurt him. He supposed that the man deserved closure just as much as he did, but not at his expense!
 
Sitting beside the other, he looped his arm around his shoulders, pulling him against his form tightly to be sure he was all right. He trailed his fingers through the other's blond locks while he read the letter. He read it a few times before he thought for a while more. "I know you're going to hate me, but he's hurting too. Yes, he was the cause of yours and we should hate him for that, and you should, but he's not doing this to hurt you." He sighed heavily and leaned down to press his face into the other's head, eyes slipping closed as he did so. "Write him back. Tell him how you feel. It may make you feel better. You've never put your feelings into words, have you?"
 
Caden shook his head as he clung to his lover as if his life depended on it. Perhaps it did, in some ways. He held on for a long while, until long after the tears had dried and his heart rate had returned to its normal, steady pace. Still, he wasn't ready just yet to examine and poke the open wound. He leaned up and kissed the man softly, drawing his bottom lip in between his own and sucking on it a bit. "Love me?" Caden's warm chocolate eyes begged; openly showing his need. He would write the letter later...maybe.
 
Uriel arched a brow at the other's words. 'I already love you." he whispered, leaning up and kissing his lips once more. "I just do not know if loving in an action is good right now." He kissed him again, not really being able to deny him that much, but he just loved him. He would not mind taking it to the bedroom. But was that really the best option in teh state he was? "I don't want any regrets."
 
His eyes hardened with the words, and Caden pushed away from the man. He was hurt. He was hurt that Uriel would deny him something that he needed; something that would help him to feel better. The blond stood and left the room, slamming the door forcefully behind him. He was intent on staying at his brother's for the night. Or perhaps the next couple. The letter and Uriel's answer were eating at him, and Caden needed neutral space.
 
Uriel perked up and quickly ran after the other. He took the other man's hand and pulled him into his form, pressing their lips together softly before he pulled away once more. "Sweetie..." He began softly, releasing him slowly. "If you do not feel it's a bad time, and if it will just get you to smile again, I will gladly do whatever you want. Please don't run out on me. Don't leave mad.... It kills me to see you like that." He whispered, hand coming to rest on his chest, rubbing the area near his heart.
 
"I'm not mad," he whispered as his arms encircled Uriel's waist and Caden buried himself into his lover's torso. He was conflicted, really. He needed Uriel's touch and his love, yet he needed time on his own to figure everything out and the blond was unsure of what he needed more. It was long minutes later that Caden spoke again, having taken the time to compose his thoughts, and allow the scent of his boyfriend to wash through him and help to calm him.

"Take me to bed, Uriel. Please." He looked up at the other, eyes once more pleading with the other man. Caden wasn't asking for sex-though he wouldn't turn away the physical comfort if it was offered-but for his boyfriend to literally put him to bed and lie with him.
 
Uriel looked him over and he smiled gently. Lifting the other into his arms, he held him tightly while strolling back into the room. Hip bumping the door closed and he walked into the bedroom. Laying him beneath the covers, he pulled off his pants and shirt, leaving Caden in only his boxers, then doing the same with his own clothes. Crawling in beside him, he kissed his lips softly. "Relax sweetie." He whispered, arm wrapping around his shoulders and held him against his form.
 
Caden sank back into the warmth with a soft little sigh as the words of the letter ran over and over in his mind. He wasn't sure of what it all meant, other than Raphael being...well, Raphael. But it was upsetting. He felt that his life with Uriel was being put in jeopardy somehow, even though he (logically) knew that was silly. He knew that Raphael only had this power over him because he allowed it, but the blond had no idea why he allowed it and that was almost as frustrating. Very slowly, and very softly, he began to voice these thoughts-even the silly ones-to Uriel for input and, hopefully, some clarity.
 
Uriel looked down at the other and closed his eyes. He had a theory on why he still allowed Raphael to influence him, and he did not want to accept it. So, he figured he would go with the other reasons that could be afoot for this. "Caden. He was your first true love. He is the one who changed you into a vampire. The one you were with for centuries. It is not shocking that he still has a power over you. And I am sure you still have some sort of feelings for him that are not negative ones." He would not quite get into the 'i sorta kinda think you may still be in love with him' that he felt too, but that was only going to make matters worse if he were to bring it up.

Raphael was currently glaring at the chef that was trying to tell him how to cook. He stared at the man for a while before growling. Reaching out, his hand gripped the back of his head, sending his forehead crashing into the marble countertop and he growled a little more as he fell to the ground unconscious. "I can cook, you dumb fool! I just don't feel like it!" He hissed, having been quite on edge the past few weeks. No response from Caden. Yet knowing the letter was out there. Had he read it? burned it? Cast a curse? He probably hated him more now. He closed his eyes at the thought, tears beginning to well in his eyes while he paced the kitchen, impatiently waiting for the food in the oven to finish and ignoring the injured chef on the ground.
 
He shook his head, though he wasn't sure if it was to get the thoughts out, or to tell Uriel that he was wrong. And so Caden spoke. "No. No he hurt me. And not just by leaving." As the blond thought about it, Raphael having power over him in any way made no sense. He shook his head once again and turned so that he was now facing his lovely boyfriend and nuzzled into his chest. A switch had been flipped inside of him, and Caden was unwilling to flip it back. "No. I'm over it." His voice was soft, but there was still conviction there. "You. I love you, and I want to be with you without having to fear that some asshole ex is going to show up to ruin it." He leaned up and nuzzled alone his lover's jaw and neck lightly, soaking in the positive energies.
 
Uriel looked down at the other and his arms lifted to wrap around his shoulders. He hugged him tightly before his fingers slid up his back to his blond locks. Pulling him closer, he leaned down and kissed him passionately for a while before leaning into the bed with a soft little sigh. "I love you too, Caden. A lot." He whispered, gripping his form while he flipped their positions, pinning the other gently to the bed while his lips trailed over his pale flesh.
 
The next day, Caden stayed in bed for much longer than necessary, drinking in the warmth and security and love that Uriel offered. The blond pulled his love's arms around him more tightly and sighed as he began to prepare the response to Raphael's letter in his head. The other male had no more power over him, but Caden couldn't be so rude as to not reply. He spoke with Uriel about it over lunch, and then shut himself in his office to allow his thoughts to flow freely. It was many hours before a draft that was semi-okay was written and sent.

Raphael,
Thank you for your honesty? I really don't know what to say because, though I haven't spoken of my thoughts and feelings to you, I'm sure my actions have told you all that you need to know. Frankly, you should feel guilty and awful, because as bad as you feel, you deserve worse. And while your letter did not bring me closure, and I cannot say that I forgive you just yet, I appreciate knowing that your leaving was your issues and not my own.
Caden
 
Raphael sighed heavily as he began going through the mail. Fingers trailing over every letter, knowing it pissed off Maksim to know he looked through everything. Never opened. But would always pester him about who was what and whatever sent him a letter. He froze instantly when he saw his name in a very familiar calligraphy. He squealed instantly, tossing the mail at the desk where Maksim was before he plopped onto the ground, squealing a little more. " HE DOESNT HATE ME! LOOK! LOOK! It's al etter! Oooh! i'm going to sing Blue's Clues! i swear" he giggled, tearing into it, and fraying the edges of hte letter, but quickly reading it. "AAAH! He doesn't hate me! YAY!" reaching up, he quickly snatched a paper and pen from teh desk and began to go into many drafts of a response. Not as man as before, but still a few .

Cay Caden:
If I told you this letter almost made me shit myself, that'd be bad, huh? But it did! I'm so giddy you responded. I honestly never expected you to instantly forgive me, I don't really blame you if you never do. It may make me cry myself to sleep at night, but I'm just happy that you're happy where you are in your life. I want you to be happy. It's all I've ever wanted. I do feel awful and guilty and I'm sure a little part of you will be happy to know I'm currently some random Russian's bitch-boy. He seriously has me in a pair of short-short-short-short-SHORT shorts. Did I mention they're short? Anyway. Have fun with Uriel! You deserve to smile,
Raphael
 
Reading the letter, Caden snorted. Karma repaid Raphael ten fold, and the blond was quite happy for that. Besides, having solid structure might help Raphael in the long run, anyway. He said so in his next response, still feeling rude if he didn't respond.

I am happy. And having someone to provide you structure, despite their choice of wardrobe for you, is what you need. You're impulsive to a fault if my situation proves anything, and you need to learn some self control. If your Russian can accomplish that, he has my utmost respect...and awe.

And only after the letter was sealed and sent did he sit with Uriel and ask his boyfriend's opinion. "Do you think I'm doing the right thing, Uriel?"
 
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