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Apollo nodded a few times. "okay." He grinned and hugged him tighter with a giggle. "don't kill Jupiter too much. Sebastian gets cranky." his brows furrowed and he pouted a bit more. "Isn't Batty pregnant? I thought he was..."
 
"Would serve Jupiter right," he mumbled with a shrug. Really he didn't know who was pregnant and who wasn't-the family was much too big to keep up with all of that. And besides, in any normal family, you only had to worry about which female was pregnant. Of course, not in this one! "We'll call him tomorrow," he suggested. Loki thought that Apollo could use some company that wasn't a client anyhow.
 
Apollo giggled happily and nodded. "kay!" He grinned and then hugged him a bit tighter. "Let's go tell Athena she's going to be the big sister of two!" He kissed his cheek and then moved out of the house, not even remembering they were in his parents' place, just wanting to go find his daughter.
 
Loki was about to correct his lover once again but knew it would do no good. He just nodded and waved goodbye to the man's parents before following him out. At least he could count on their daughter to help him keep his sanity with her mother. And if that failed, he'd just keep Apollo at the office and in 'lawyer mode' until he gave birth.
 
The two arrived at their home, Apollo sliding out of the car with a giggle at seeing his daughter's car in the driveway. He skipped out and into the house, looking around to find where his daughter would be. Oh how happy he was at the thought of getting her. He really did love her and miss her. It was not fun when she moved out. It took him a while to be able to actually not look for her randomly in the house. Okay. He still looked for her.

Sitting at the counter in the kitchen, one long leg draped over the other, the gorgeous purple-haired woman read through the magazine on the counter. Her golden eyes staying to the pages while her bat wings fluttered behind her a little with her movements. Hearing the door, she lifted her head, turning to look at her Mom and smiling even more. "Mom!" She hopped down and her heels clacked against the tiles as she hugged her mother with a soft sigh.

"Athena! When did you get boobs?" he asked, fully serious as he poked at her chest a little bit more.

She rolled her eyes. "When I was fourteen, Mom." She shook her head a little, kissing her mother's cheek before looking over at Loki. "Dad!" Stepping away from him, she moved into her father's arms, smiling a little more.
 
Rolling his eyes as well, Loki embraced Athena (who had become 'his' much more quickly than Apollo had), patting her back a little as he stepped away to make a cup of coffee. "Sometimes, I think about inventing a pill to keep him in 'lawyer mode' all the time." Handing his husband a cup of coffee, he sat next to where Athena had been sitting when they walked in and sipped his own. "So. How's life? Why is there no significant other for me to torture with you?"
 
Athena laughed lightly. "But I love Mom like this." She admitted and hugged said man with a sigh. She kissed his temple and then looked over at the man. "I am all right, Dad." she stated, shrugging her shoulders a little bit and she then laughed at the mention of her love life. "Firstly, I think you answer your question right there. Secondly, I just haven't met anyone." She shrugged and then set her rump onto the table, eyes staying with the man. "Had a boyfriend for a little while, turned out to be crap, and just haven't had anyone."
 
"What? Torturing whoever you're dating is part of my job!" He smiled at her and patted her knee while sitting back to sip from his cup, draping one knee over the other. "If he turned out to be crap, why is he still alive?" he asked, completely serious. Why was his daughter not allowing him the joys of parenting? Loki pouted a little with this thought. Well, at least he had three more on the way who would be unsuspecting for some years to come yet...
 
Athena smiled warmly and leaned over to kiss his cheek. "Because he isn't worth the effort." She informed him and then sighed a little more.

Apollo stared at them for a while before he gasped "OHOH!" His hands clapped together. "I'm having twins!" He squealed softly, doing a little twirl on his toes and he giggled as he looked back at him. "Isn't that wonderful?"
 
"Plus one," he added to Athena, allowing the other subject to drop for the moment. Sooner or later, they would sit down and have a long discussion about asshole boys. A discussion which would include names and addresses. For now, though, the absolute subtlety of Apollo would be more than enough for her to digest. "I think somehow the rabbit genes migrated." He gave them both a small smile.
 
Athena perked up. Triplets? She looked from her father then to her mother, smiling warmly as she did so. "Congratulations!" She kissed her father's cheek and then walked over to hug her mother, smiling a little bit more. " That's wonderful. You two will have your own flesh and blood times three" She giggled softly and hugged her father, eyes closing as she did so. It really was nice now that her father smiled much more than he used to. Not that he was ever unhappy, it was his personality. He was so apathetic, and now, he actually cared.
 
The first week in Russia had been uneventful, which had surprised Maksim quite a bit. But something today did not feel quite right. The air around the house had shifted and he didn't like that. "Vamp!" He wasn't sure where Raphael had wandered off to, but he wanted the other close just in case. Besides that, they had spent the week not talking about what they were going to do when his old comrades finally showed up.
 
"You mean... This one?" Came a heavily-accented Russian voice, the man stepping through the house to where Maksim was. His fingers wrapped within Raphael's red locks and a blade at his neck, already piercing the flesh. "Is this your new toy, Maksim? He does look like he would be fun." He smirked and pulled the other up, looking down at him and then leaned down to slide his tongue along his jaw. "Mm.. VEry delicious, isn't he?"

Raphael growled, his fangs bearing as he had tried to attack the other, but he had surprised him. He thought he was Maksim at first, only to realize, he clearly was not.
 
A weapon was pulled, seemingly, out of thin air and held towards the intruder. "Let him go." His words came out in Russian without thought, though it had been a struggle all week to speak English. Something about being back in his home country brought out his native language. Maksim wanted so badly to say more, but knew nothing would make the other man let Raphael out of his grasp and he also knew that if pushed, Boris wouldn't hesitate to slice the vampire open.

But he knew Boris well, and Boris knew him. Maksim advanced on the man, knowing that he could easily best the other in hand-to-hand combat. The Russian thrust his chest out and stood taller and wider, taking up as much space as possible. "Let him go," he repeated.
 
Boris chuckled, sliding the tip of the blade along Raphael's neck, trailing blood lines in its path. "Oooh. Maksim. You've underestimated me." Beside the other, another gun being cocked could be heard, the barrel of said gun now only a couple inches from the man's temple. And then another click of the gun an a second one was on the man's other side. "You're good, Maksim, I am better." He chuckled and slid the blade lower on the vampires neck, slicing into the fabric of his clothes. "Perhaps I will make you watch what I will do to him. Though, I am curious why you are in this house where that man and his lover should be."
 
He stopped short. This was something new for Maksim-he had never had anyone involved who he cared about. To him, everyone was expendable. Raphael, though... He mentally shook himself and focused, eyes darting around quickly to assess what was happening and where. But being home would work in their advantage. He spoke in very careful English this time. "In five seconds, you're going to move, and you're going to move as fast as you can." Maks was counting on Raphael using the speed being a vampire gave him and could only hope that he would have half that speed from the adrenaline pumping through him.
 
Boris narrowed his eyes. "Niet! None of that." He pressed the blade tighter against the vampire's chest, glaring at the other in front of him. "Face it: You're out of luck."

After he counted to five, Raphael ducked beneath the man, ignoring the slices of the blade against his skin. He ran out of there as fast as he could. Running out of the way and waiting for this whole thing to hopefully be finished.
 
He caught the first movement of Raphael and acted. He'd ducked before the guns had gone off, and smiled to the sound of the two groans on either side of him. One gun was quickly taken and both were put out of their misery. Somewhere in the recesses of his mind, Maksim was sorry that Gabriel and Sergei would have to find another house to live in. But that was only a flash of thought as the gun was turned on Boris himself. "I am not out of luck," he answered quite gleefully, a genuine smile on his face. "But face it: You're at the end of your life. I can kill you, or I can let your brothers kill you when you return with a job unfinished. It is your choice."
 
Boris glared at the man, saying a simple "Shoot." He did not care anymore.

At the last sound of the gunshot, Raphael slowly stood up from where he was. He straightened his form and walked over to where Maksim was. He sighed softly and closed his eyes, waiting to have the other yell at him that he was irresponsible or something like that. He did not know what, but he knew that the man would just scream at him. He just wanted to go and shower and try to forget about this whole day.
 
It took one, clean shot and Maksim dropped the gun then. Clean up would take a long time, and they would have to pack up what was not covered in blood (and brains), but the sound of Raphael next to him made the Russian stop and turn towards him. For once, the Russian didn't think about his actions before he found himself pulling the vampire to him and kissing him soundly. He couldn't explain or identify the warmth that was spreading through his chest with the knowledge that Raphael was, for the most part, unharmed and really, Maksim didn't care to.

It was a few long minutes later that the kiss broke, only for Maksim to press several more into Raphael's hair and only then did he examine the wounds. "They are superficial..." It was more to himself than Raphael, and the words were spoken in Russian.
 
Raphael gasped as he was pulled to the other, readying himself to be beaten, not kissed. His eyes went wide, but he kissed him back nonetheless. Eyes closing as he did so. He remained silent for a little while more until he spoke in Russian. He arched a brow, looking up at the other and rubbing his neck a little bit. He wiped away some of the blood and then looked back at the man. "Are ... you okay?" He asked, just not quite sure what was going on right now.
 
"Yes." Again the word came out in Russian, and so he repeated it in English. "Go clean up. I will..." He motioned to the three bodies lying on the floor. A kiss was pressed to the red head's cheek and a soft smack to his rear end. "Use disinfectant. They do not clean their knives often." Ever. "We will pack the rest of the house and secure a safe one for your family tomorrow."
 
Raphael nodded. "okay." He said simply and then went off and up the stairs. He was still a little shaken up from this whole ordeal. He showered and made sure to clean up the wounds, even if they were small, they were still there and hurting. After a good twenty minutes, he came down the stairs with jeans and a sweatshirt as well as a suitcase packed with the things in the other rooms he figured that his brother and his family would like. He then walkedo ver to Maksim. "Can we leave now?"
 
The living room was clean by the time Raphael returned downstairs. Maksim threw away the cloth he was using and stood, nodding. "For tonight. We will gather everything tomorrow that they have not touched-furniture, clothes...everything. I will replace what we cannot take." He was sure that Sergei would see the black auras of everything inside of the house the second he walked through the door, and he didn't want to scare the other man anymore than he had been. The Russian reached out and examined the small wounds, being careful to not put too much pressure on any one of them. "Bring the first aid supplies. We will clean them again tomorrow, just in case." He turned, then, and dialed an upscale hotel to reserve a room for them for the night.
 
Raphael nodded and went off to get the kit from the bathroom. Holding that and he then made his way over to where the man was. He held the kit against his chest and sighed softly. "Where are we headed?" he asked, looking up at him with interest. "And can I call Gabriel and Sergei to tell them that they will be able to return soon?" He really was concerned about how they were getting along. He wanted to give them good news.
 
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