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Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

You? Zane asked, in fake but well played shock. Sleep with and corrupt council members? Someone should have warned me about that. The tease was light, and he nodded his thanks when Genesis filled his glass. He was halfway to a drink when his grandfather got brought up, but he laughs at his lovers joke and shakes his head. Uh huh, he says, smiling. Youre also not Japanese and dont charge by the hour so, Id say youre probably not on the list of contenders. Though, admittedly, Zane wasnt sure how many people knew just how specific Clarence Blackwells type was. He was only privy to it thanks to the curse that his telepathy was on occasion. Zane dug into his pasta, tired and hungry, and more than happy to relax back in his seat and enjoy the atmosphere Genesis had created. He looks up when hes asked about his own day, and nods a little. Yeah, were doing the major set up tomorrow, so I can get a feel of how things will look actually on the walls and stuff. Then the cleaning crew is coming in. Im going to have to find something to wear Gregory is insisting that I wear shoes. It was a well known fact that Zane hated shoes, and because it was his gallery he had no qualms sliding around the place in his socks. It was a quirk hed picked up from Valissa, though rather he was aware of that or not was debatable. I guess you could decide on something for me, if you have the time. Genesis was definitely the more stylishly inclined of the two of them. Zane took a drink of his wine and then said, Also, if youre off, I was going to ask if you wanted to stop by tomorrow, look over the spread with me? I think sometimes you put things together better than I do, and Id love the second opinion before everything is...you know, public.
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Sometimes, even a decade later, Zane still felt shocked that Genesis had chosen him . That this was his life. And that feeling comes crashing back to him as the changelings hand settles over his own, a silent offer of support that his words back up. Thank you, he says again. And he's sure they both know he means than just for the fashion or decorative assistance. He doesn't mind when they lapse into silence because these days the quiet doesn't worry him. He's still mostly focused on his food when Genesis brings Bruce up, but nods to show he's paying attention. He likes the werewolf a lot, and by extension his family. He doesn't have a lot of thoughts on babies though so, as usual, he's glad Genesis took the initiative. That sounds fine, I'm always down to chat with them. Silence again, but this one feels different, and he thinks he's gotten good enough at reading Genesis to understand that something's about to be dropped. It's the slow deep breath that gives him away, and Zane tells his body not to tense up and his telepathy to stay in check. He wonders if work was actually worse than his lover originally let on. What finally comes out of Genesis' mouth he wasn't expecting at all and Zane slowly sits down his fork because he has a feeling he's done with his meal for the night. He tries very hard to keep his face clear, his body relaxed. The last thing he wants to do is get defensive because he knows from fights in the past that Genesis doesn't take well to it. In human years, Zane was middle aged, more than old enough to consider a family. By vampiric standards, he was still very, very young, but purebloods had lines to preserve and it wasn't uncommon to see them become parents young. Zane had been pressured for children ever since he'd been legal. It'd only really stopped after his father had been convicted, because suddenly the Kostantine line dying out didn't seem so bad. Genesis is nervous, which is unlike him, and this time when his hand lands on Zane's, he wishes it wouldn't have. Already this conversation reminds him of why he doesn't always like keeping his telepathy under lock and key. He hated being blindsided. Or, well, we know I shoot blanks so we could get a surrogate using yourstuff. No, Zane said, too quickly, too strongly, and he sighed as he gently slid his hand free so he could pinch at the bridge of his nose before nervously running it through his hair. I'm sorry I didn't mean for that to come out so harsh. I just ... I don't think passing on my DNA is such a good idea and... Zane sits back in his seat and thinks through his words cautiously. He's suddenly a billion times more tired than when he'd walked through the door, and wished with every fiber in his being that he had a way out. I don't guess I realized this was something you thought about, Zane muttered. Bruce aside, I guess I figured if you'd wanted a family, you would have had one by now.
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Genesis could see that Zane was freaking. What the changeling had thought would be reassuring, instead caused the younger man to start to spiral. He refused to let go of his lovers hand though, holding tightly to let Zane know he was still there, still with him. How can you be so sure? I have his temper, and I have her whimsy. And I have his hands, and I have her eyes. Theyre in me, Genesis. Hardwired through my blood. And I can fight and scream and kick and refuse to admit that all I want, but it doesnt make it any less true. Genesis let him finish, once more biting his bottom lip nervously. Sure there were similarities, parents always made some kind of lasting impression on their children, but they didnt always make who their children became. The changeling gently turned Zanes hand so it lay on the table palm up.This hand, right hereI know no matter how angry you become, youd never strike me with it. He stood, moving closer to his lover, cupping Zanes cheeks and turning the youngers face to look at him. I know that no matter how much we fight, no matter how bad it getsI know you would never leave me like Lissa did you. He leaned forward to press their lips together, a reassuring touch. You always focus on the bad they supposedly gave you, but you never bother to see how much good they caused. Genesis pushed his chair back a little and nudged Zanes legs apart so he could slip between them, to be closer. I hate Alarick, you know that, but he was smart and you inherited that from him. Lissa had such a thirst for life and there are times when the simplest things give you that same spark in your eyes. Taking a moment to let that sink in, Genesis grabbed his lovers hands and placed them on his hips so the pureblood could hold him. But Alarick liked to inflict pain, he liked to control what he believed to be his, he talked with his fists. Again he brought his cool palms up to Zanes warm cheeks. And instead of fighting Lissa gave up, long before she killed herself. It was hard to say, but it was so true. Genesis nose scrunched up as he had to say the painful words. And those things shaped you too. Youre strong, and your rough, The changeling gave a small smile at those words. and you dont give up. Because their faults shaped you, it made you take a different path than their own. Theyll always be in you, but its the choices we make for ourselves that make us who we are. It doesnt matter what you pass on, because a child will their own choices regardless. Gently his thumb rubbed up against the apple of Zanes cheek.
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Zane peaked up when Genesis moved his hand, his muscles tensing in an attempt to jerk it back, but he made it stay. Made himself stay, present in the moment to see what Genesis had to say. The words hit him hard, both because of Genesis confidence that hes right, and the feeling deep inside himself that agrees. Hed never do to his lover what had been done to him. His brown eyes, when he looks up at Genesis, are wet and worried, the same kind of imagine one would find in a skittish stray kitten, afraid and ready to bolt, but curious about the scraps of food its being offered nonetheless. His face fits in Genesis hands so easily, and finally he finds the comfort the changeling was trying so hard to provide. The stability that, regardless of what happens, theyre still them . Supportive and loving of each other. He feels his world slow down a little in a soft press of lips against his. When Genesis moves closer, Zane lets him, legs parting easily. His eyes dropping when his mother is brought up again. Less out of avoidance this time , more from the heaviness in his heart. He lets the changeling guide his hands to his hips, his fingers curling into a tight but not uncomfortable hold, before Genesis hands are on his face again. This is a rough conversation, the kind that tears his heart open. And he knows he needs to hear it, but that doesnt make it any less painful. It makes him feel better about himself , but not about the prospect of what Genesis is suggesting. His eyes fall closed and he takes a deep breath. He can smell smoke even though there isnt any, a memory long gone but imprinted on his mind when hes stressed like this. You learn how to parent from your own, Gen. What are we going to do when our kid messes something up, and my first reaction is anger? When I remember my father taught me by he doesnt have to finish, because they both know the answer is in bruises. He swallows thickly. Or when I put our kid in some dangerous situation because I wasnt thinking and it seemed like a fun idea at the time. He feels a tear fall free from the corner of his eye and lifts one hand to brush at it before Genesis has to. He opens his eyes again and looks up at his lover. Im not trying to have an argument for everything you say. Im really not. But this is a child , Gen. A person. With thoughts and feelings and a personality that we will shape. And its forever , because most vampires dont die young. Were not going to die. And I need you to understand that Im terrified . And I dont know if youre really prepared to deal with the fact that I might not ever trust myself to be alone with something small and fragile that I cant reason with when I get upset. That you might not ever get to be the fun parent.
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Zane saw Genesis point, but he wasnt sure if it was the same. Maybe Genesis couldnt remember how he was brought up, but that was like a blank slate, whereas Zanes trauma - while boxed up and put away - was still fresh. Was still something he could revert to. It wasnt worth arguing though. His thoughts on the matter were already laid out. Genesis own worries make him feel less alone, but honestly make the idea seem even worse. The last ten years of their lives had been fairly smooth, but he remembers all too well what it felt like to sit on trail, to have his life ripped out from under him and everything questioned. The turmoil, the pain, the strain on their relationship and their lives. Genesis was still very much in the political world, and he could all too easily see their lives going back there, only this time with a child between them. Could either of them handle that? The explanations? The pain? He wants Genesis forever too. Hed been so very young when hed made that decision, but hed never - not once - not meant it. Choosing Genesis had drastically changed his life, it wasnt something hed done lightly, or ever regretted. Which was the only reason he was entertaining this conversation now. Because Zane had never wanted children. He was never the kid that leaned back and thought about what hed be like as a father, never the one who entertained the idea of providing a family. It was one of the biggest things he and Clarence had fought about in his teenage years. Zane was the last Kostantine, an only child, male . It was his job to provide a continuation of his family name. Hed thought, fleetingly and perhaps naively, that a nice side effect of choosing a male partner would have freed him from ever having to be in this position. Because he wasnt sure he had it in him, if he was honest. None of it sounds appealing to him. Not listening to secrets or kissing cuts or watching some little person that looks like him grow up. It sounds like hard work, and it feels like shame. And he wishes, more than anything, that his mother was alive for him to talk to. The fears were his best argument, and they were as valid as anything else. But at least if he lead with those, Zane could cover up the fact that he was pretty sure he only had it in him to love one person at a time. It was an ugly, awful thing that he never wanted Genesis to see. Sure, he says softly, and its a loaded word regardless of how easy it sounds. Because he knows this is a pivotal moment, not only in their lives but in their relationship. Things will never be the same after this conversation. It existed, and in the end, one of them would have to lose for the other. Genesis would either have to give this up, or Zane would have to give up a part of himself. It felt horribly unfair. He doesnt know how to move on from there but he does decide he needs a stronger drink, so he moves towards the cabinet to get a new bottle, fills a drink, and lets the weight of the world settle around him.
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It felt strange, on a normal day Genesis could rely on Zane to wrap his arms around him and say everything was going to be okay, but the changeling understood why he wasnt. In way both vampires were licking their wounds. Someone would have to give in on the matter and with the way his lover agreed to think if over, Genesis was pretty sure it would have to be him. Blue eyes watched the waves crash against the shore in the distance, but his mind was elsewhere. He finished off the last of his wine and closed his eyes. He should have known better, that building up his hopes wasnt the smartest idea. There was time though, to build up some resistance to the blow he figured was coming eventually. Genesis turned to look at the younger man. It was pretty obvious that neither one of them was planing on finishing their meal. Making his way back to the table the changeling began to tidy up, clearing the table of their plates and glasses. He brought the remains to the kitchen and discarded what food remained. Instead of loading the dishes into the dishwasher, he chose to wash them by hand. It helped clear his mind. That didnt last too long though, their was only two of them after all. Gripping the sink for a moment and bowing his head, Genesis put his mask on once more. Calmly, he wondered back into the dining room, Zane hadnt moved much since his departure. Im gonna go to bed. He said, small smile on his lips. He reached a hand up to bring the purebloods head down to his level and kissed his lover briefly on the lips. I love you, dont stay up too late He headed up the stairs and into their bedroom. His body was basically on autopilot, stripping and slipping underneath the covers on their bed. It was only in his room he let himself drop the facade. A few red tears trailed down from his eyes. Just for a few minutes, alone in their quiet bedroom. Thats what he needed. Then wiping his eyes dry he curled up on his side and tried to fall asleep. Another day of bickering awaited him at work, then Genesis would leave early to assist Zane in whatever his lover needed. Their routine would go back to normal and hed be ready in the next week or two for Zane to tell him no.
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

Zane hated being like this. Hated falling short on the things Genesis wanted, or needed. It was teenage anxiety coming back to haunt him, reminding him that Genesis was the gardener of their relationship - always taking care of things, nourishing them, lifting them up. Maybe he was right and Zanes accomplishments were his own, but they never would have happened without someone telling him he could grow. Zane was a rose. Beautiful, belonging, protective, cared for - but sharp. After all the gardener did for him, hed still cause a cut or two. He wished things were easy, wished he wasnt the way he was. Still scared and small, even after all these years. Why could he ever just give . He takes care of the candles and the music after Genesis goes to bed, replaces everything. Its theirs, this house, and he tries to imagine for a moment a toddler running through it. He thinks it would probably bring Genesis joy, but it just makes his stomach hurt so he stops. He goes upstairs but not to their bedroom, towards his home studio instead. Its mostly unused these days, smaller than the space he has at the gallery, but in a safe on the far wall are pictures his mother painted. He doesnt open it, but he stares at it for a long time. He can hear her laugh and the nursery rhymes she never got right and hes so fucking mad at her for leaving him. Genesis is his best friend, his partner, his rock. But there are things he cant say without hurting him. Things he should have had a mother for. He leaves then and goes to bed. Its ridiculously late, and Genesis is either asleep or pretending, but regardless when he slips between their sheets he wraps an arm around the smaller man and presses his face to his hair. I love you, he says, softly, because hes not sure hes actually said it yet and he needs to. Even if Genesis doesnt hear it. He wakes up to a phone call and tries to answer it before the ringing rouses Genesis. Usually Zane slept in, but with the show coming up they were both getting up early these days. Gregory, he greets, irritated. Dont forget to pick up an outfit, Gregory says, nonplussed. I know you, Zane, do not wait until last minute. Zane runs a frustrated hand over his face. Genesis agreed to help. Oh good, Gregory sounds much more pleased by this prospect. Genesis is amazing. I know hes amazing, thats why Im with him, Zane grumbles. Gregory tuts at him and then launches into business speak. Zanes only half paying attention, but lets him, the fingers of his free hand gently sliding down Genesis arm. An absentminded habit, a desire to touch after the stress of the night before. At least for the ten minutes before their days start.
Thread: Flames and Lies (Kaname Takashi & BloodandChocolate)

The gallery swirls around him in colors and textures and words Gregory says that goes in one ear and out the other. Their morning had been fine, normal, relaxed as always. Like the night before hadnt rocked the foundation Zane had thought they stood on. But afterwards, when Genesis is gone, he cant shake the feeling that something is off. He feels the changelings hands on his face even though they arent there, hears Genesis supporting words, and he cant focus worth a shit. Twice he tells Gregory to fuck off, and twice the man raises an unimpressed eyebrow in his direction. If anyone is used to Zanes mood swings, its him. Working together, even in a friendly manner, didnt mean they didnt chafe, but there was rarely a reaction Zane had that Gregory bothered to respond to. The day is almost over when Gregory finally puts his tablet down, rests his palms on Zanes desk, and asks him, Kostantine. Where is your head today? In the diaper aisle , he thinks, and hates himself a little for both the sarcasm in even his mental tone and the bad taste the thought leaves in his mouth. Im fine. Youre a liar, Gregory shoots back. Do I need to call Genesis? No, its not that kind of bad day. It rarely was, in his maturity Zane was a relatively stable person. He ran a hand through his hair and wished there was something else he could call. Ultimately, though, Zanes list of friends and family was hellishly thin. His grandfather generally wasnt the kind of person he could lean on, Raymond only existed on his good side when Genesis was a buffer, and Adelaide just wasnt that kind of friend. Although her no-nonsense approach would probably be nice, this topic at hand wouldnt be her cup of tea. Im fine, he says again. Gregory gives him another of his unimpressed looks and checks his watch. Its time for your fitting, anyway. Clear your head, Zane. Ill call you a car. JB Clothes was not Zanes favorite place to be, but shopping with Genesis really never was much of a hassle. And his lover seemed to enjoy it, so at least there was that. The changeling only arrives a few minutes after him, and despite his headspace all day a genuine smile appears on his face. Hello, he greets, and is going in for their usual kiss but Genesis keeps talking. He frowns, but lets Genesis take his hand, and even participates in twining their fingers together. His heart tightens when his lover says what he needs to, and hes not entirely sure if he believes him deep down, even though some of the tension in his body relaxes. Okay, he says softly, and then clears his throat and nods. Please. Gregorys been on me all day about not looking like a college dropout. Which I think is really uncalled for.
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After Zane spoke, Genesis nodded. As long as his lover heard what he had to say then theyd be okay for the time being. Slipping his fingers into the hair at the back of Zanes head, the changeling pulls his love down. Their lips met, sweetly at first, but it doesnt take long for Genesis to change the tone. Without resistance, his tongue slipped into the younger mans mouth, twining together with the purebloods own. He honestly didnt mean for it to advance into something more, but a few moments later and Zane was pressed to the side of the building. One of Genesis hands slipped down, fingers pressing into Zanes side before playing with the waistband of his jeans. With their bodies to close together, he could feel how his lover started to harden. It was hard for Genesis to pull back, but he managed to. He took a deep breath in through his nose and let it out through his mouth before taking a step back. We should uhgo inside. Its uncomfortable getting fitted for a suit while pitching a tent. The changeling teased, taking hold of Zanes hand once more and leading him into the shop. Several hours later, the pureblood was decked out in a form fitting black suit. The undershirt was black as well, but the silk material made it shine in contrast to the black of the coat and pants. Genesis decided against a tie, just the top button of the undershirt undone and the coat wide open. Polished black shoes and socks finished off the outfit. His lover looked like the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. Hell wear it home Laurence. Just add everything to my tab. The older man looked Zane over once more, a slow sweep from head to toe. He could feel a tightness developing in the pants of his own suit and quickly he turned to make sure there was a driver outside with the limo. Luckily, there was and as Genesis thanked the tailor once more for his services he eagerly pushed his lover into the vehicle that would take them home. Put up the divider and turn up your music. Loudly The changeling ordered sweetly. The glass went up and Genesis soon found himself kneeling between the younger mans legs, tugging down the fly on his pants. He didnt want to undress his lover, no, just gently slip him out of his underwear and through the little gateway his open button and fly created. Then Genesis had Zane in his mouth, sucking eagerly and bobbing his head. His hands gently massaged the purebloods thighs. There was just something about Zane in a suit all dressed up and looking delicious that got the changeling raring to go. The real festivities would happen once they got home, but for the moment the blowjob would have to do.