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Raphael glared at the other. "Oh shut it, blondie! Cay has a hot merman. He's cooler than me. so nyah!" He stuck his tongue out at the other and glared at him for a little while more until seeing his uncle. "thanks!" Taking both suitcases from the other, he turned and began to walk off.

Relic glanced over at the car and then dangled Rune's Ferrari's keys for Maksim. "Rune's on the cause. it'll get you there faster." he stated with a wink as he set the key into the Russian's hands. "Every letter's in the suitcase. As well as a hefty supply for you, Raph, and clothes for both. Be careful."
 
Maksim was, really, at a loss for words. Even the mafia, who claimed to be family, wouldn't have done anything near as complete as this for anyone. He wasn't sure what to say, really, other than a soft 'thank you' as he took the keys that were offered to him. Turning to leave, he gave Raphael a swat to his behind. "Be nice. They didn't have to do this for us." That reminded, the Russian moved to the car and climbed in, buckling his belt tightly. "Change as we drive. They won't let you near the desk with just those shorts." He wasted no more time, throwing the car in gear and speeding out towards the airport.
 
raphael shrugged. "Tanner's Caden's brother." he whispered, glancing to the blond in the doorway before hopping into the beautiful car. "It'd be weird if I were nice." Once the car was in gear, he was instantly stripping from his clothes, climbing into the back and moving through the suitcase with his name on it. "ooh I fucking hate Relic." he mumbled, pulling on a mid-thigh skirt and then the only top option being corsets or frills. "he's sooo lucky there's blood in here." he grumbled a few more times before crawling back and beginning to pull on the commando boots that were in there too. He made for a pretty damn gorgeous women. "If anyone says they're going to frisk me, I'm slapping them in the face. I'm letting you know."
 
Looking in the rear view mirror, Maksim snickered at the other male. Instinct told him that neither the blond nor the dark haired one were stupid enough to pack skirts for him, but he didn't tell the vamp that. Instead, he enjoyed himself watching...and laughing. "Oh?" he asked, hand moving to Raphael's upper thigh, dangerously close to his bits. The Russian kept his eyes on the road, though, and kept his expression neutral. He wasn't about to give away anything...especially when he had his vampire trapped in such close quarters.
 
Raphael flicked the other's fingers away from his boy bits. "Don't get fresh with me just because I'm in a bloody skirt!" He crossed his arms over his lower torso and draped his right leg over his left. "Besides. You don't want to get me riled and them think I'm wielding a weapon in my skirt, now do you?" He asked, loking him over before he reached behind him and took the suitcases, totally planning on just running once the car was stopped. Though, had he thought of it sooner, he probably could have just gotten Rune's plane. No worries. that'll be their return ride.
 
"I hardly think that a water pistol would constitute as a weapon." So it was a cheap shot. Maksim didn't care really because there wasn't much that Raphael could do when he was in control of the car going over 90 miles an hour. For good measure, though, the Russian reached over and did grope the vampire until they skidded to a stop in the airport parking area. He got out and tossed the keys to the attendant. "One scratch and you've bought it." That threatened, he took a hold of one of the suitcases from Raphael and ran for the ticket counter.
 
They could not arrive in Russia fast enough. The skirt-clad male's leg did not stop jumping on the flight. his eyes looked from one place to the other before he sighed heavily. Feeling the plane settle down, he made his way out and looked around before he spotted familiar silver hair. Rushing toward the other, he collided with his older brother and hugged him tightly. "Gabriel! I brought help." He stated, gripping him a bit more.

Gabriel smiled warmly and kissed the top of his little brother's head. He looked over at the ravenette following the redhead and he smiled. "I'm Gabriel Marquis. Sergei's husband. He has the letters set at home if you are ready to go?" He asked, hugging his brother a bit more. It was clear that the man needed some sort of affectionate grip like this.
 
While Maksim was nervous, too, he hid it better than Raphael and the Russian had, mid flight, placed a hand on the vampire's thigh to keep it from shaking. "Relax. We will get there before anything further happens." It was a promise he could only hope to keep... Landing brought a sigh of relief and Maksim was warmed to see Raphael embrace the other man so lovingly. He almost missed the introduction, but he nodded.

"Maksim. Yes, please. The letters will certainly help." He followed the silver-haired man from the airport with a hand placed firmly at the small of Raphael's back, mainly to keep the other grounded.
 
The drive was a fairly long one - since they loved their country home - and Gabriel was more than relieved to finally be home. Be able to see where his husband would be. Stepping out of the car, he made his way over to the door. "Sergei?" he made his way into the room, looking from one side to the other, waiting to hear his husband's voice.

Raphael looked up at Maksim while following his brother through to the house. Taking the suitcase with him and setting it down. He looked around, waiting to hear that adorable boy as well. Well, he was a man by now, but still. He was just adorable nonetheless.
 
The ride took too long in Maksim's opinion, but then again it gave him ample time to study the letters that Relic and Tanner had sent along with them. They were desperate, but that wasn't surprising. They gave little information, perhaps because Sergei didn't trust many very easily. Maksim didn't blame him.

He entered the house cautiously, sure that the other man was on edge.

Sergei came running for Gabriel, but stopped quite suddenly at the sight of their guests. "Y-you..." The redhead began to shake nearly uncontrollably. Maksim (though Sergei didn't know his name) had been one of the men who had held him captive. At least in the beginning. And the man's aura was dark. He was unsure of what was going on; why Gabriel would bring such a man into their home.

Maksim recognized this and eased forward just slightly, with his hands raised and speaking in Russian. "We will talk, Sergei, so that I may gain your trust. But for now, please. Please show me the letters." Sergei looked unsure, glancing to Gabriel for reassurance.
 
Before Maksim could take much of a step, Raphael put his hand out instinctively. Knowing that Sergei would not like having him moving closer. He glanced up at the other and slowly moved his hand back to his hips. Looking from one to the other, he hoped this was not going to end horribly. "Sergei ... He is here to help you. I promise."

Gabriel moved to stand between Sergei and Maksim, cupping the other's chin with both his hands. "He tells the truth, my love. Let him see the letters, please. I trust my brother. And if he says this man is here to help, I believe him. Bad history or no. Though, he was not one of the worst since Rune had not gone after him. Right? That has to mean something as well..." He hoped. He jsut wanted everything to work out. For good measure, he wrapped his arms around his husband's shoulders, hugging him tightly and wanting to keep him at ease. "It's for Micha... And for you. I can't lose either of you."
 
Maksim paused with Raphael's hand, and listened to the conversation. If morphing would help, he'd have done it in a heart beat. But the Russian thought that it would only lead to more distrust. He saw that the other was coming around and so he tried again, though he stayed where he was this time. "I want to help you, Sergei. And Micha. I couldn't before, but it's different now. Please. Let me see the letters."

He held onto Gabriel tightly, but Sergei's eyes never left the other Russian. Even as he listened to everyone's words, the redhead was sizing up the other man, wondering if he should be trusted and why. But showing him the letters, really, would do no harm and so he nodded and very slowly stepped away from Gabriel to retrieve them. There had been five in all, and all saying basically the same things: you got away last time but this time you won't. He tossed them on the table and stood far away on the other side of the room when Maksim bowed his head slightly and moved to take them.
 
Raphael walked over to the letters and Maksim. Looking down at them, he arched a brow and soon his brows furrowed with a little growl. "Can I kill him?" He mumbled, looking up at the other with interest to his features, just wanting to end this fast.

Gabriel moved over to his husband. His arms wrapped around the other's shoulders and he hugged him against his chest, kissing his temple softly. "You're being very brave, sweetie." He whispered, pressing his head into the other's and he hugged him a little bit more. "All will be fine." He whispered a bit more, and he hugged him a little tighter.
 
Looking up at Sergei, the brunette gestured to the seat across from him, so that Raphael and Gabriel could sit in between them at either side. After what was a very calculating glare, the younger Russian took the seat, tugging his husband down into the seat next to him. Maksim pulled Raphael into the only free one before speaking, this time in English for Raphael's sake. "Do you know who might have written these?" he asked, still reading over the letters. Their style was familiar, but then again everyone in the Russian mafia had the same style-it made it harder for the police to track them.

Sergei shrugged. "I don't care. I want it to stop. I want my family safe." Maksim nodded at this as he played scenarios in his head. After several minutes, a plan formed. "We'll bait them." Sergei visibly paled at this before Maksim could hold up a hand. "I want you to take your family and go back to Italy. Quietly. Raphael looks enough like you from a distance, and I will morph into Micha. We will make ourselves visible, and careless. Sooner or later, the temptation will be too great."
 
Raphael perked up and turned to look at him with interest, listening to the plan and he nodded a few times before turning to look at Sergei and Gabriel, smiling even more. "Rune is probably the safest to go I would say. Though, Relic is obviously up to date too, and he knows we're here." he paused for a moment before he turned to look at Maksim with his brows furrowed. "I can put their tickets under my name. Since it's not Gabriel's and really no one knows we're related other than family. I'd offer up uncle Rune's plane but I think that would be a little ... obvious." He let out a little laugh, shaking his head at his thoughts and he perked up a little more. "i'll wear Sergei's clothes while they're gone... it's a bit creepy, but I don't care." He just wanted them safe. He really wanted them to be better.
 
He shook his head and handed over a set of keys. "You will stay at my home, though I would advise you to keep your brother far from the basement...and any guest rooms on the second floor." He smiled a little. "It is the one place that the mafia does not know I have. It is safer than with family-they know who your family is and where they are." Looking to Raphael, the older Russian shrugged. "I don't want to know the details." He nodded towards Sergei. "I want him to feel safe, and if I don't have the details then I cannot alert anyone to their arrival plans." Sergei nodded, looking to Gabriel for confirmation. He wasn't sure still if he trusted Maksim, but he was sending them away with no knowledge of their travels.

Maksim was still giving Raphael instructions: get them plane tickets for any day, take cash and put them into an out of the way hotel if it wasn't for a few days yet, and to make the plans as complicated as possible so that he'd have no way of even guessing them.

"I will pack." Sergei nodded and rose to climb the stairs, knowing Micha would soon be home.
 
Raphael nodded and stood up to instantly go off with Gabriel and discuss what he had been thinking about they could do. He would give them quite a few stops from the plane. Stay couple hours here, a day there. Just things to make one not easy to track them. He even told them some sneaky ways to get to and from the manor without really being caught. Adding a simple "Cover Sergei's eyes in the basement, please. Micha's too." And then giving him a good amount of money that Relic put into his suitcase as well. He kissed his cheek and then turned to head back to Maksim.

"They have a plan. I told them that we will contact them, to not contact us. Or really anyone unless something goes horribly wrong." He rubbed the back of his neck, feeling far too flustered about everything right now.
 
Nodding, he stood and left the letters on the table. They weren't going to spill anymore secrets. Instead, Maksim tugged Raphael to him, kissing his cheek softly. He was impressed with his vampire's actions, and wanted to let him know it. "I'm proud of you." The Russian smiled and pressed another kiss to Raphael's forehead before stepping away to take inventory of the house. He needed to know the entrances and exits, the security and the layout, though Maksim would leave the upstairs until Sergei had gone.
 
Raphael arched a brow when he was pulled into the other's form. It was actually quite nice, he had to admit. His eyes slipped closed and he sighed softly as he held onto him for a brief moment. He then released him and let him go off. Taking his bags and Maksim's, he moved up the sairs to check up and on the other two. He began to unpack everything, taking out a hoodie that was in there and then offering it to Sergei. "You'll need something to make you a little more unrecognizable, yes? I'm not quite sure what to do. I don't really want to just shove you in a skirt or anything... but I want to help." He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck and biting his lip a little more.
 
Sergei looked at the hooded sweatshirt and shook his head. "Your... He can change. He can leave out the back and change and buy a wig?" It was too warm to wear a sweatshirt and he knew that his hair was what made him recognizable. "Two-one for Micha." They weren't chasing Gabriel, but really his husband could tuck his long locks into the back of his shirt, as the color wasn't too identifiable without the length.
 
Raphael nodded. "He can." He thought for a while before he nodded. "Okay... I'll make him go get two wigs." He agreed and then stepped over to him. His arms wrapped around Sergei, hugging him tightly as he pressed against him. "He'll help you. I promise you he'll help. He's scary, and no the nicest, but he's a good man." He whispered and then kissed his cheek before letting go. Scurrying off and down the stairs, he spotted Maksim and jumped in front of him. "You wanna morph and get Sergei and Micha wigs? So that they can be a little more ... incognito as they leave?" He asked, tugging at the front of the other's form and grinning. "Can always borrow my body." Ah. He would love to not only see him short, but in he skirt he was wearing. That would be quite epic.

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Maksim raised an eyebrow to the redhead in front of him. And when Raphael was done speaking, the Russian reached down and grabbed a handful of Raphael, squeezing just slightly. "Sweetheart, I can use your body anytime I want." He slid his hand down the length as he pulled away with a smirk and turned to leave the house to buy the wigs as requested. "And just remember," he threw over his shoulder before he reached the kitchen, "that if you're a bad boy, I'll become Yulian...for a month." Maksim gave a sweet smile and morphed into a nondescript man of average height and build with brown hair and eyes before leaving the house.
 
His brows furrowed as he was suddenly groped by the other. He may have liked it, but not at the moment. His cheeks puffed out and he crossed his arms tightly around his lower torso as he continued to glare up at the other. "Yes. And you can have me late-- oh god! that's cruel... That... that's wretched!" He whimpered before shaking his head and skipping up the stairs to go the others, smiling warmly. "He's out getting wigs. i'm supposed to be a good boy."
 
Sergei didn't want to know about the relationship the two had in that sense, but he did begin asking Raphael other questions that didn't revolve around sex and his being 'a good boy'. Why was Raphael with the man? Why did he want to help him? And there were other questions that he was sure Raphael couldn't answer, like what had changed from when he was kidnapped until now. The Russian distinctly remembered Maksim being there, though he couldn't remember if he'd participated in anything, but he didn't stop it either. So why did he suddenly want the mafia to leave him alone? "You promise?" he asked. "That he will not have us followed, I mean?"
 
Raphael answered the questions, wanting to keep the man's mind off of things. He really wanted to have him at ease. "I promise." He said softly and he looped his hands together as he thought for a little while more. He nodded a few times, sighing softly. "I promise. He doesn't know your guys' plan. I told me to make sure I did not tell him. The only people who know of the plan are you, Gabriel, and me. That's it. He doesn't know the flight. Doesn't know the time you're leaving. Which day..." He stepped closer to Sergei and smiled a little bit more. "He's ... pretty damn nice when he's not being a dick."
 
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