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Uriel chuckled softly. "It really would be a waste to not play with you any more, wouldn't it?" He smirked and kissed him once more. He pushed the shirt up and off his form, tossing it aside while his fingers moved up and over his torso. Oh how he adored him. He really did care for him, just not how they had once been together.
 
"It would be," he agreed, nodding a bit and arching further into the touches. Why give up sex? He lifted the other man's shirt off and immediately started working on his pants, tugging them off jerkily while still trying to keep contact between them.
 
Raphael was getting quite pissed off. Maksim continued to still ignore him and treat him like he had. He was so pissed off with the contradictions that the man gave him and he was not going to stand for it. Storming into the other room, he closed the door behind him, smacked the laptop lid down and then pushed that to the side. Moving in front of him, he rested a hand on the arms of the chair and leaned toward him. "What is wrong with you!"
 
Maksim's head snapped up as his laptop was slammed, work lost. "I think you have your question turned around." The Russian was speaking through clenched teeth and his accent was heavy now that he was getting upset. "You do not come into my space without express permission. After this many years, you'd think that you would grasp that concept." He stood, dislodging Raphael's arms from either side of him, and put distance between them. "Now what is your problem, exactly?"
 
"Mine?!" He asked, glaring at the other and he growled a bit more. "You should figure it out, asswipe. You have been giving me mixed signals for the past however many fucking months! One moment it's that I'm nothing more than meat with the ability to cook for you. Then the next you cuddle with me and you look fucking adorable and treat me kindly." He growled a little more while he walked closer to the man, soon pinning him to the wall. His hands resting on the other's wrists and pressing him into the wall a little more. "What am I to you? A fuck buddy that you'll ignore those feelings welling inside for, or do you actually want to admit to liking me?"
 
He was caught off guard a bit, but composed himself quickly. "I do care for you." Maksim drew himself up to full height, not allowing the warmth of Raphael's hands to burn into his flesh. "But you must understand me. I am distant, and my actions do not necessarily convey what I think or feel. If they did, I'd have been dead long ago." He put his hands on the vampire's hips and moved him away from himself, Maks taking a step away from the wall as well. "That is not going to change."
 
Raphael stared up at him, his lavender eyes staying with his and he refused to move from where he was. He huffed a few times and then crossed his arms over his lower torso and he stepped closer to him the moment he moved away. "I don't care. Don't treat me like a slave like you have been, I don't care." He mumbled and pressed his hips into his with a little growl. "I want to have you. I want to wear pants too." He added and then nipped at the other's bottom lip. "Be mine."
 
"The shorts stay." Maksim reached down and squeezed Raphael's rear end a bit. He gave in and kissed the other male, though only for a short time before pulling away again. "I can promise that I will try to treat you better." Trying was about all he could offer at this point, whether or not he wanted to offer more. "But only if you try to give me my personal space when I need it." Personal space was a big thing for Maksim, even if Raphael found it entertaining to intrude upon it.
 
Raphael thought for a moment before he shrugged. "Don't ignore me for more than a week, and I will." He mumbled, his fingers slid up to the man's neck, pulling him down to press their lips together as he ground into his form a little bit more.
 
He pushed away for a moment. "That's not a deal. If I ignore you for a week, there's likely a reason and there is definitely a better time to gain my attention to talk about it." Maksim leaned down and pressed a small kiss to Raphael's cheek. "It's as open and honest as I can get. If I've closed myself off, it's because I need time and infringing on it will only serve to make me retreat further. You must have patience with me, and I promise to have more patience with you and your mouth." The Russian gave the male's bottom lip a sharp bite.
 
Raphael looked up wit the other with a little groan. He leaped up and onto his form, arms wrapping around his shoulders with his legs around his hips. "I can be patient with you." He mumbled and then kissed his lips a little more, eyes closing as he leaned into him a little more. "Fuck me now and I'll leave you be for a while."
 
Maksim opened his mouth to answer, but didn't have the chance. Whoever was at the door knocked twice in quick succession and the Russian couldn't help but laugh. "I think maybe you should get the door while I finish the work you discarded when you closed my laptop, and then I will pay you my undivided attention all night." He gave Raphael's rear end a squeeze and set him down with a soft peck of the lips. "Please."
 
"FUCK!" he growled and then jumped down from his form and brushed down the front of his form. "and it's not lost, you dipshit." he turned and flipped open his laptop, quickly getting back his documents and he then rushed to the door. Opening it up with a growling "What?!" passing his lips as he glared at whoever was behind the door.
 
Caden couldn't help but laugh. It was obvious what he'd just interrupted, and knowing that he caused Raphael discomfort from his erection and frustration from lack of sex brought joy to the blond. "Hello to you too. Why yes, I'd love to come in for a cup of tea, thank you!" He was overly cheery and obviously faking it all, but it didn't really matter. He'd spent the last couple of weeks having some of the best sex of his life with Uriel, but the stopper that had been in the bottle holding his feelings for Raphael had started to come out slowly over that time and somehow, he'd found his way to his ex's doorstep with irrational hopes. Hopes that were dashed the minute he saw the frustration on the redhead's face.
 
Raphael's features dropped. His eyes went wide and he stared at him for a little while more. He was frozen at the door but slowly pushed it closed to follow after the man. "Uh ... Wha?" He then shook his head and headed into the kitchen to start some tea for them to have. "So. What are you hiding?" he asked, getting out teacups and then some tea they knew they would like.
 
"I'm not hiding anything. I spoke to Sergei and heard about your...vacation to Russia. I was coming to check on you." So what if it was a lie? The blond sat at the table, one leg draped over the other, as he watched the red head make their tea. "It was only a bonus that I came over at this exact moment." He flashed Raphael his best smile.
 
"I've known you for centuries, Cay. I know when you're hiding something, but I'll stop pestering." Pouring teas, he turned back to the table, sitting them down and then sitting beside him. "And hush. The fucktard was ... ugh. so annoying!" he grumbled and then looked over at him. "I'm fine. Any wounds are healed up." He stated, looking him over. "how's uriel?"
 
"That's good." He chose to ignore the comment of his hiding something. "And you find everyone annoying at one point or another. Though they tend to find you annoying much more often." Caden smiled at the other male and sipped the tea. "I see that he hasn't, uh, expanded your wardrobe either." The blond smirked at the other man, snickering a little bit.
 
Raphael rolled his eyes. "He's such a fucker!" he grumbled a little bit more, sighing heavily. "At least he hasn't done anything ... perverse to my wardrobes recently. Fucking pervert." He wrinkled his nose in distaste before sighing. "and hey! What about the fish? How's he doing?" He looked the man over, truly just curious about it.
 
"You better keep it down or he'll hear you and torture you." Sipping his tea, Caden leaned back in the chair and shrugged. "He's okay. We broke up a few months ago-amicably." He felt the overwhelming need to make it clear that their break up was a clean one. "We're still living together, which is nice to have your best friend to come home to." He smiled a little, though the reality that he was still having feelings for Raphael that weren't going to be returned was starting to sink in. He took one last sip of the tea and stood.

"I just wanted to check in is all!" Caden gave a big smile and headed for the door. He just couldn't handle it at the moment. "Uriel just sold one of his paintings. Well. I sold it for him and he doesn't know it yet so I'm taking him out to dinner."
 
Raphael smiled warmly as he followed the other to the door. "I'm happy for you, Caden. You should be happy." he quickly hugged the other and then stepped back with a simple nod. "All right. You can hop by any time." He smiled warmly, definitely wanting to know what was going on in the man's mind, but he was not going to bother him. He had no right to.
 
"Thanks." He gave the other one last smile and left the house, trying hard to keep his emotions in check. It wasn't fair to Raphael. He couldn't expect the redhead to just...wait for him when he'd told him that he hated him! Only, deep down in his heart, that was exactly what he'd expected Raphael to do and Caden was devastated that he hadn't.
 
Uriel perked up instantly when Caden came into the house, concern to his features. "Caden? What happened?" He asked, walking over to him and taking a hold of his hands. "Did he do something again?" He asked, really ready to go and beat someone senseless if the other was hurt by that man once more.
 
He fell into his friend, finally letting the tears flow out. "No. No it was me. I was stupid." He was being truthful and, even if he wasn't, Caden needed Uriel there at that moment. He needed the strength that his friend offered to him. "I... I do love him, Uriel. But he's with Maksim and I want to be mad at that but it wouldn't be fair of me to be! I just. I'm angry at him all over again for ripping the rug out from under me in the first place." He sighed and hugged his friend tighter for another minute before pulling away and gathering his composure. "I'll be okay." He wasn't sure who he was attempting to convince, though.
 
Uriel sighed softly. "I'll help you again, okay? I will be here for you" he whispered and kissed his forehead softly. "Go take a bath. I'll get some ice cream." He smacked his rear and scooted him off to the bathroom.

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A year passed and Raphael was patient. He let Maksim have his space. Have his time. Try to get him to have some sort of reaction and emotion toward him. It did not work at all. He could not stand it any more. He packed up his bags and set them by the door before he went and knocked on Maskim's door before he stepped inside, tossing the pair of shorts at the man's head. Jeans to his hips and a tee shirt to his form. "I quit. Your life. Our relationship. Everything. I've given you over a year and you still treat me like a fuck buddy." he took in a deep breath, pushing his fingers through his hair and he groaned a bit more. "I can't take it. I'm sorry...."
 
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