Marcel Velazquez's apartment

[By Bi Blitz]

(OOC: Traveled out of state so some posts may be shorter than others)

Marcel grinned a bit at his statement and chuckled a little bit as he leaned in a bit towards the other man as he flipped the cheese and bacon omelet over to cook on the other side "You spoil me" he said in an exaggeratedly whimsical tone. Of course Marcel would then give and easy smile as he nodded his head, however he felt himself freeze when he saw that smile on Virgil's face. Marcel would swear that he felt his heart skip a beat for a moment as he couldn't help but stare for a second. He however caught himself and nodded again "Y..yeah no problem" of course thankfully Virgil would make a blatantly obvious innuendo which caused him to chuckle a small bit "Go right on ahead, I won't stop you. Though I'm afraid that they're rather plain" he stated before laughing at his own innuendo that also doubled as a very self deprecating joke. Marcel would begin to poke the omelet, seeing that it was going to be finished in just a couple seconds. However he glanced over and saw Virgil scratch himself just a bit and so Marcel would be staring down at the omelet nonchalantly as his hand shot over and hiked the shirt up way more and he'd turn his head and grinned at the sight "Oh you do spoil me" he laughed before finally placing the first omelet onto a nearby plate and filling the pan with more egg, mixing in the bacon and all the spinach first.


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"I'll be th' judge of that." Virgil grinned at the self-deprecating joke as he tilted his head to the side, pointedly looking at the other man's backside. "Doesn't look plain t'me..." He murmured lowly, looking a little longer than necessary. 'Gods above...' It was all too tempting to reach out and touch, use his hands to affirm his statement though he would keep them to himself. His gaze lifted back to that handsome face as he kept scratching at a scar on his abdomen, trying to get at the itch that felt hidden under a few inches of flesh and muscle. The quickness Marcel displayed with pushing up his shirt had him blinking in mild surprise at him. "Ya just like me for my body." He huffed out softly, only pretending to be offended. It didn't bother him. There were only two things the brute thought he was good at in this life, hunting and being a thing for other people to ogle. Though the latter had lessened somewhat due to all the scars he now possessed. "But I haven't even started t'spoil ya yet." A wolfish grin was flashed his way while he pulled his shirt back down. The omelet was eyed pretty hard when it was removed from the skillet, but he managed to resist the urge to pounce on it. Waiting for Marcel to finish with his own wouldn't kill him even if his stomach was arguing differently. He opened the container of butter and took out two of the buns, pulling one open before he started to spread butter on one half with the knife, keeping an eye on Marcel and their food as he did.


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Marcel would glance to the side as he now added a bit more bacon to the spinach omelet he had in the pan. He could see that Virgil was staring very intently at his backside which had him feel a bit self conscious as he would put a healthy amount of cheese inside the omelet. He could also barely hear what the other said, it wasn't easy but due to the close proximity in the kitchen he was able to make out what was said and the Hispanic could say that he was sufficiently embarrassed. Not because of the fact he was being checked out but the fact that he was being checked out in general but another human. Despite the flirting Marcel was not all that confident in his appearance, the man knew he wasn't ugly by any means but with his own nasty scars peppering literally so much of his body he wasn't confident. But comparing himself to Virgil in his minds eye maybe scars weren't so bad in general, if Virgil made them look then...maybe he might look somewhat good? Wishful thinking for Marcel but he had himself pulled from his musing when he heard the other pretend and grinned "Well what can I say? There's a lot of you to....like" he teased a bit before placing his own omelet onto a platter pulling out two forks. But he did pause in his actions and stared at that wolfish grin that was thrown his way. He could feel his own face heating up just a bit, when did it become so warm in here? One thing was for sure, Marcel could dish it out but he had a problem taking it.


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"Oh, bite me." He chuckled at the teasing. Virgil couldn't deny that fact though, there was a lot of him. His height was something that'd once made him self-conscious as a youth, but he'd long since learned that was an advantage. After all, few people truly wanted to fight with someone of his height and muscle mass. Seeing Marcel's face darken somewhat had that wolfish grin returning. Not that the big guy had any reason to feel triumphant considering how he'd been blushing like a stupid school girl a couple of minutes ago. He wasn't all that better at taking it either, at least not from someone he actually liked. For once, he didn't feel completely indifferent toward another being and it would be a lie to say that he knew how to deal with it. Who was he without his apathy? "Smells good." Two halves of the one buttered bun would be put on the plate with that awful spinach and bacon omelet before he did the same to his own. Humming softly to the song that was playing from the television, he gathered up the ingredients that were left over to place them back inside the fridge so neither of them would have to deal with it later. Having Virgil as a house guest was like having a polite ghost around, he always cleaned or often left things how he'd found them. Though it was mostly out of a need to erase any trace that he'd been around than him being polite.

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Marcel grinned as he looked down at the bun that was placed onto his plate and glanced over at Virgil "You seem to have a lot of experience handling buns, I'm impressed!" he stated with a laugh as he watched Virgil begin cleaning up his kitchen and shook his head "Eat up before it get's cold" he stated before picking up his plate and walked over to the couch, humming along with the song that was playing on the TV. He would glance over at Virgil and grinned a bit as the Hispanic took a bit of his delicious spinach omelet "My, my! Aren't..." Marcel had no idea why his mouth was moving right now "...wouldn't you just..." Marcel needed to stop talking right now "...make the cutest..." stop now ..little housewife... gods why did he have to open his mouth? That was so damn embarrassing but now he was sticking with it as he stuffed another bite into his mouth. His shoulders were shuddering, at first glance it would appear that he was laughing but honestly he was actually shuddering in horror at his own mouth. Marcel had been so isolated due to...himself...that he somewhat lost some social filters, something he hated at this very moment.


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It might only be a joke, but the innuendo still had him smirking. 'Experience' was a nice way of putting it even if it did make him sound like a slut, but there was really no sense in trying to deny the ugly truth. Once everything was put away, he grabbed his own plate and head into the living area though he paused when Marcel started to speak. A brow lifted. This was like a verbal trainwreck, one he was all too happy to let happen if his smirk was any proof. There was probably a lot of the men out there that would take great offense at being called a ' cutest little housewife', but Virgil had no qualms with it. Thought it was an amusing joke though his chuckle soon quieted once he realized the Hispanic's horrified embarrassment. "Ya think so? Being ah kept b***h wouldn't be bad, I guess..." Yeah, right. He was much too restless and independent to be a stay-at-home husband. Husband alone was a scary enough word. He didn't think he had commitment issues as some old friends claimed, but marriage seemed too permanent. "But, c'mon...I think ya just wanna see me in nothin' but ah frilly apron." He winked at him as he went to sit down near him, clearly teasing. Resting the plate on his thighs, he picked up his fork and finally took a bite. He'd been a bit skeptical, and he soon realized how wrong he'd been as soon as the piece touched his tongue, a slight moan escaping from him as he chewed. "Well...ya weren't kiddin'...this is really good."

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Marcel wanted to die at that moment. He wanted to crawl under a rock and just die right where he sat at this very moment. That was downright horrifying to the Hispanic man whom was so used to having a silver tongue and talk the talk. But when he was around Virgil he'd begin to act like a damn fool and he would have no idea why. Either way he couldn't tell if he should be relieved or even more horrified that Virgil was now playing along with him. He did start blinking as he stared at Virgil for a moment in confusion 'A...kept b***h?' that was a very odd choice of words in his honest opinion. Of course the funny look was gone when a frilly apron was mentioned and his cheeks dusted pink. He wouldn't think about the image that was trying to worm it's way into his....and it was there. He could feel things in his lower regions begin to stir as he thought of those rippling muscles in nothing but that apron...just turn around and...NO! Dammit now he was straining at this moment and so Marcel crossed his legs and grinned at Virgil. Trying very hard to wipe the image from his head as best as he could at this moment "Well uh...thanks. If there's anything I can do right it's cook a good omelet!" Marcel spoke with a laugh as he tried to completely wipe his mind.


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He kept a slight watch on Marcel out of a corner of his eye while he ate, his movements a whole lot slower and less hurried than they had been the night before. Eating was one of those things that made the big guy feel vulnerable and he tended to wolf down his food as quickly as possible, but this was something he actually wanted to savor. Especially after the other had slaved away over a hot stove to make it for him. Not many seemed to get his sometimes crude and crass statements he could make so it was no surprise when the saw that brief look of confusion color his expression. His own motions paused when he caught the light flush of his cheeks again, fork hovering an inch from his parted lips for a few seconds before he finally caught on to the fact he was staring again and stuffed the food into his mouth. A brow was cocked in as he noticed him shift his position. ”Welcome.” To him, the poor guy looked like he was struggling with something. The fork was set down as he picked up the bun to take a bite, his tongue soon licking away at butter on his upper lip. ”Penny for your thoughts, Marcel?” He chuckled softly as if he might already know.

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Marcel began to eat his eggs again, trying to shove the image out of his head but then there was Virgil not helping him at all. The way he parted his lips and the fact that he was now staring had Marcel squirm a bit, shifting his position and crossing his other leg now. And now he was in such a predicament because his nerves were just about to get rid of his issue but then that little jackass went and licked his lip after biting the bun and getting butter on himself "I.." his face got progressively more and more hot, specifically when he asked for the Hispanic's thoughts. Suddenly he regret only wearing his briefs as they hid practically nothing and they were getting much more uncomfortable by the second "It's just..you..it's nothing!" he finally stated before shoving the rest of his omelet in his mouth as he glued his eyes to the table in front of him. Marcel took a few deep breaths before standing straight up with his arms to his sides and tried walking past the other as discreetly as he could (which wasn't very) and began to slowly make his way towards his bedroom. Either to relieve his issue or simply get dressed and ignore it, more than likely the latter.


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”Me? What did I-“ Oh. Virgil swallowed the rest of the question as he caught it. Unfortunately the veteran could be fully dressed to brave the arctic tundra and the beast beside him would still know, his senses being enhanced as they were. That change of scent that a human couldn’t detect was something he more than could, and it had him clenching his jaw and swallowing harder as he tried to get a hold of himself. Marcel wasn’t some prey to be pounced upon even though he wanted to devour him in a completely different way. With a huff, he finished the rest his bread before he returned to the omelette in all its cheesy and bacony glory. Only to end up almost choking when the other made the move to no-so discreetly move past him. The space between the coffee table and the couch was small, it’d be easy to block his path. It took every ounce of his will power not to or for him not to reach out for him and make the attempt to earn himself more protien to go with his breakfast. His gaze trailed after him, admiring that strong back, the slight curve of his spine and what that all lead to. That had him licking his lips a second time but for a completely different reason. ”Christ on ah stick, git ah hold of yourself...” Virgil grumbled to himself just before he finished his food. Just about every obscenity in the book was lowly uttered as he grabbed Marcel’s abandoned plate before he stood, forcing himself to walk to the kitchen and not after the man he was craving. His grumbling didn’t really stop while he washed the dishes they’d used like the cutest housewife ever. Ha. More like the grouchiest.

( OOC: on phone so formatting may get screwed. also away from home again so I’ll be slow. )

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Marcel was very quick to dress, the stress and embarrassment of what he'd just experienced helped the problem go down a bit thankfully. A pair of baggy jeans, a grey tank top, and for added comfort his grey hoodie over top of that, to hell with it! He didn't care about the weather, hot or cold. Marcel took a deep breath as he finally composed himself and put on an easy smirk as the familiar mask fell into place. He'd stroll out back into the living before turning his head towards Virgil and nodded his head "Doing my dishes? Well geez aren't you just a peach" the Hispanic casually dropped as if nothing was horrible only moments ago he sat back down onto the couch as it was still a bit early in the morning and reached for the remote. He would then put on the news as they were unironically enough covering the weather 'Eighty three? I'll maybe survive...' Marcel simply hoped for lots of clouds personally but it'd be hard to tell. He'd look over at Virgil and nod his head "So Querido what's the plan for today? After work you gonna sit in your car and listen to some Luke Bryan?" he teased about, simply choosing the fist singer that came to mind. Oh how Marcel impressed himself sometimes, he was so good at covering things up and burying them deep. Yeah he MAY have had an issue only a minute ago but now that was simply buried along with all of his other mental and emotional problems! And there was nothing wrong with that in his opinion, in fact he thought it to be quite a feat.


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As soon as he heard that snarky voice, Virgil lifted a hand and presented his middle finger by way of reply. It seemed like the nice thing to do and it kept his mind occupied at least for a few minutes. It wouldn’t take him long to finish the self purposed task, putting everything he’d washed neatly in the drying rack. He snorted lightly when he heard the music give way to a woman talking of how the day’s weather would be like. Trusting the meteorologists to know exactly what Mother Nature was going to do wasn’t something he did. But maybe they would be right and they’d be in for warm and sunny weather.
Maybe he could nap and work on his tan while he babysat non-existent students. ”Luke Bryan? Please...he’s too...’mainstream’.” It was a good guess all the same since his preferred genre boarded close with country. After washing his hands, he dried them on his jeans before he moved closer though not by much. The brute took to leaning against the outer counter and crossing his arms over his chest, not trusting himself to get too near. It was quite ridiculous how Marcel could affect him without really even trying, and when he did try? It was maddening and tested the limits of his restraint. A smirk was graced his lips as he settled his gaze on him, amused at that mask, all nonchalant like there hadn’t been a problem a minute ago. ”Drinkin’ some where.” Those broad shoulders shrugged. Virgil had no problem admitting his alcoholism, and considering their time spent boozing last night and the bottles displayed on the coffee table, he didn’t think the Hispanic would fault him for it. ”Maybe fishin’ if th’ weather holds up.” As if that languid drawl in which he spoke didn’t already give him away for being a country bumpkin. ”Or swimmin’...who knows.” Making plans, other than getting wasted, was another thing he rarely did. ”What about ya? After your full day of beatin’ th’ snot outta kids an’ all.” The hopeful, nagging voice that wanted him to ask Marcel out on a proper date needed to shut the hell up. He was a lone wolf, the thought of being alone shouldn’t bother him as much as it was starting to.

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Marcel leaned back into the couch to relax a bit as he was now completely level headed and no longer thinking anything besides his brain. He would then laugh a bit at Virgil's comment about the singer "Oh really? Mainstream?" the Hispanic snickered as he gave the other man the side eye "So you're a Hipster Country boy?" Marcel teased with a sly smirk on his face, not really sure if Virgil even knew what a hipster even was. None the less he thought it was funny, especially since he'd only recently learnt what a hipster was himself. Marcel himself would admit that he had a preference for rock and metal, although he did like many genres of music. Although he was too embarrassed to admit he liked opera music and he was even more thankful that his CD collection was stored safely in his car, he'd die if his third favorite genre was discovered by anyone. He would then listen to the others plans and his heart skipped a beat 'Ask him out, come on! He doesn't have real plans!' he mentally yelled at himself while maintaining his easy smirk. God how he wanted to just ask that simple question, it's not like they weren't close already...but they had only known each other for a day...was it smart? He shouldn't think about it, just say it. But he kept his mouth shut and looked over at Virgil when he asked about his plans and he opened his mouth a bit before closing it again as he seemed to struggle a bit with what to say. Marcel just wanted to get what he wanted to say out of his mouth "¿Quieres salir, quizás cenar en la playa?" DAMMIT! English! You know he doesn't understand Spanish! But that seemed to be the point as his mouth moved on it's own by now "I don't know, I was just going to go to work and come home to become an emotional mess" he only partially joked, honestly that was probably what Marcel would end up doing.


(Translation: "¿Quieres salir, quizás cenar en la playa?" = "You wanna go out on a date, maybe dinner on the beach?" .)

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Virgil blinked at him when he started to snicker. ”What in th’ ‘ell is ah hipster?”The word left his mouth like it left a bad taste. He shook his head shortly after, deciding that it wasn’t important. Whatever it meant, he was sure that he wasn’t one. His head tilted to the side as he saw that easy smirk fade somewhat as he started to speak, his gaze resting on his parted lips for a brief moment before they closed. Marcel’s struggle to get the words out of his mouth was taken as a hesitance not to share his own plans with him. That thought hardly bothered him, but as he was about to tell him not to worry about it the question posed in Spanish stopped him. Brows furrowed and his lips set into a stubborn line confusion set in as it had the day before. Certainly learning to at least understand the language would be beneficial for him so the little sneak couldn’t get away with saying things that left him a confused mess. A faint chuckle escaped from him as he continued on, thankful he knew what the other was saying again. ”Sounds fun.” It didn’t, honestly.

Virgil dipped his head down as a slight frown claimed his lips. It was all too easy to remember the fearful and sad look in the Hispanic’s eyes that morning, and the thought of him being alone again didn’t sit well with him even if it really wasn’t any of his business. His weight was shifted awkwardly as he uncrossed his arms and stuffed his hands into his pockets. ”Maybe we...” Damn. Why was talking so hard? He scowled briefly at himself, angry at all the nervous butterflies in his stomach. He was much too old to be getting so flustered about asking one silly thing. His lower lip was trapped between his teeth as he lightly nibbled on it.”We could do somethin’...together if ya’d like...whatever ya wanna do.” Because what they’d do was a bit beyond him. It wasn’t like the loner had much experience in keeping another person entertained and he wasn’t under the impression that he would enjoy sitting in a boat and fishing with him. A hand moved to rub at the back of his neck as he kept his gaze locked on the floor, mentally preparing himself for rejection because he was sure that Marcel wouldn’t want to keep him around. Or worse, he would think that he was clingy.

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Marcel smirked a bit a and figured that Virgil didn't actually care what the word meant. He'd only learned what it meant by listening in on a kid enlightening his parent on it's meaning, he was a bit proud of himself for learning the young kids language, or at least a word of it. Young people sometimes came off as an entirely different species to Marcel at times with the words that they use. While Marcel was still very angry at himself for not having the guts to just ASK Virgil out on a proper date in English, he still loved the confused look on his face whenever he spoke his native language. It was just so damn adorable so there was at least one single positive "He's so cute..." he muttered under his breath just as the news anchor began to speak a tad loudly at that moment. He then grinned a bit when the other commented on his plans "Oh yeah, it's a real riot let me tell you" Marcel certainly had no issue making fun of his issues, whether it was for coping or some way to cover up the severity of what he dealt with was beyond even him. He felt that it may have been a combination of the two.

But the frown on Virgil's face told him enough, Virgil at least knew of some of the issues he had due to earlier. This caused Marcel's smirk to tighten a bit as he was all to aware that this was the first time another person got completely past his mask and saw who he was inside. He just hoped that the other wouldn't find out all his problems 'Like how you like to hold your g....!' the voice was back, just a whisper but back none the less which was annoying to say the least. Either way he quashed the voice before it could go on, his eyes flickering over to the loaded pistol for but a moment before turning his gaze back to Virgil who now seemed to be having trouble getting out what he wanted to say, much like he did moments ago. Of course when he finally said what he wanted Marcel felt his heart do a flip as a wide grin grew on his face. This was perfect! Just say it! Do it! Virgil literally is handing it to him"Uh...Um...yeah! Sure I'd love to!" he exclaimed almost a bit to excited sounding and the Hispanic quickly reined himself in a bit "How does the beach sound? Whether seems to be nice and warm for it, go swimming and then grab a bite to eat after...or come back to my place and I could make dinner?" Yes! This was what he had wanted to ask earlier! "I'm no five star chef but hey, it might at least be cheaper!" OK that part not so much, Marcel could barely make eggs, let alone an actual dinner. Why on earth was he saying that HE would cook? That would end with a kitchen fire! But yet here he was looking as hopeful as possible that the other would accept.


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