A+C Chapter 10

Chapter 10: Hardcore bathroom sex or?


Apolon felt his heart begin to race, this was a dream. It had to be. Camael was so close; his hands were on his shoulders, gripping him tightly. There wasn’t but an inch between them, Apolon wanted so badly to lean into him again, feel Camael’s arm wrap around his body again. Feel that heat, the fire that burned between them. “Apolon…I…” Camael started, his head lowered slightly, Apolon raised his chin. This wasn’t happening… he wasn’t going to…

Suddenly Amazing Grace started blaring out of Camael’s coat pocket, efficiently ruining the mood. “Fuck!” Camael growled much to Apolon’s shock and horror. “Camille!” Apolon cried in disbelief. Camael turned around and answered the phone so Apolon could not see the look on his face, needless to say he was furious but he didn’t want Apolon to know it. “Hello.” He answered in a curt tone. “Hey Cam cam, tell me why I am sitting outside at a table with a Princi eating ice cream… the Princi you were supposed to eliminate.” Azeran asked, whispering the last part.

Camael flew over to the door and cracked it to see Azeran at the table. “What are you two doing in that Bathroom, Camael? I suppose I can baby sit for a while longer if you need to… finish.” Azeran offered with a broad grin. Camael growled, clicked the phone off and shut the door. “I hate him…” He murmured then looked at Apolon who was looking rather lost. “Apolon, we have to go but… I… uh… I am glad you are my friend, I mean, there is more I would like to tell you but… not now.” Camael said in a flushed manner.

Apolon was only slightly awe struck, though it wasn’t much, it was still the nicest thing Camael had ever said to him. “Thank you Camille…” Apolon said trying to keep from becoming emotional which was a terrible habit of his. Camael leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I should be thanking you, Apolon…” and with that Camael turned and walked out of the bathroom. Apolon was certainly in shock, his heart seemed to attempt a break out at the very moment Camael leaned over and kissed him.

He held his hand over the pounding organ in his chest and waited several seconds to compose himself before he walked out and joined the rest of the group. Camael kissed him… he said he was glad to be his friend… Lord he wondered what else he had to tell him. He couldn’t hope to believe that he would say he loved him but maybe something to the effect of being… proud? No, no Camael wouldn’t have been proud of him, heck he wasn’t proud of himself, especially lately with his outrageous imagination.

Camael knew his face was flush from the kiss; it had taken all the courage he had to do it. He could imagine that Azeran would find this hilarious and sure enough Azeran was grinning up a storm watching him approach. Camael lifted up a hand and gave him a look that said ‘Try fucking with me’ then took a seat at the table. Apolon was right behind him and was just as red in the face as he was. Azeran’s grin was pushing Camael past the point of control but technically he was his superior right now and he couldn’t attack him.

Before anyone could say anything, Apolon burst out with “He was helping me wash my hands.” Camael wanted to die. He lowered his head and rubbed at the bridge of his nose, if he looked up and saw Azeran smiling, he was going to jump over the table and punch the grin off his face. “He must have helped you scrub your face too, it’s very red.” Valden said innocently. “Oh so is yours Prince!” He added pressing his lips into the ice cream. “Must have rubbed pretty hard to get it that red… huh Camael?” Azeran said resting his chin in his hand. “Or perhaps you were trying something from your new book?”

Camael went pale then quickly grabbed his bag from near Azeran’s feet. “What the hell do you want?” Camael finally bit out. “Just seeing how you guys were making out, not much going on upstairs. So I guess you have completed your mission now huh, since you found the little guy?” Azeran mused while playing with an extra straw. “No actually, we are looking for the man who summoned Valden, we have reason to believe that he will summon his brother, Walden, soon if he hasn’t already.” Camael explained coolly.

“Well what are you doing at an ice cream shop then?” Azeran asked raising his eyebrows. Camael gritted his teeth. “We were waiting for the sun to go down, so that we could speak with Mrs. Church and ask her if she knows who Hahmmer is.”  He explained curtly. “Well, as long as you weren’t here just to rub Apolon’s face raw.” Azeran grinned deeply. “Hey the sun is down now guys. Let’s just head over to the apartment.” Apolon interjected before violence broke out.

It was so odd; Azeran seemed to be hinting at the idea that he and Camael were being promiscuous in the bathroom. Why would he think that? Camael had only come in to see if he was alright and then said the nicest thing he had ever said to him… Apolon’s heart swelled at the memory now. “Yes, goodbye, Azeran, I will see you later when I take back MY position.” Camael said with a more than arrogant tone and grabbed Valden and Apolon’s arm. He started them walking without so much as a second look at Azeran who bid them farewell from afar.

“Camael, you should not be so mean to Azeran… he is simply playing with you.” Apolon said sheepishly, not wanting to be scolded himself. Camael grumbled and pushed on. Luckily they were only a block away from Adrian and Abby’s apartment building. “He is an ass and I do not consider being disrespected, playing.” Camael said releasing both Princis from his grip. He straightened his coat and walked up the small bit of stairs before the door. It looked as if Adrian, most likely Abby, had fixed the outside of the building up. Adrian was one to keep himself clean but he was well known to leave home improvement projects to the last minute despite the fact he had the money to hire them done.

Camael rang the door bell then waited and looked back to make sure Apolon and Valden hadn’t wondered off. They smiled and waved at him. Suddenly the door opened causing Camael to turn back sharply. His mouth nearly dropped open when he saw the example of female perfection that greeted him with a slight smile. “Hello?” Her voice was a siren’s call with the ring of a bell at the end. A voice that could draw you in from miles away just on the chance you might be privileged to hear it again.

She lifted a delicate hand to her black waves of hair and blinked a tempting lash over bold blue eyes. “I… Isabel?” Camael managed. She blinked again, this time in confusion. “Do I know you?” She asked and bit her lower lip, allowing her little fangs to dent her plump, pouting lips. Camael cleared his throat. “I know your Uncle, is he or Abby here?” He asked hoping to God Apolon could not see her. She smiled then. “Oh sure, he is up stairs. Come on in; are you here for the music class?” She asked and stepped back allowing him entrance.

“Oh, your friends can come in too if they want.” She said and leaned out the door and waved. Unfortunately her hand wasn’t the only thing that was waving; apparently she took after her mother in that department. Camael rubbed his nose as Apolon and Valden bounded up the stairs and into the house. Isabel led them into the family room that had been remodeled slightly and showed them to a couch. “I’ll go tell Uncle Adrian you are here.” She said then asked their names and swaggered toward the stairs.

Needless to say, they all watched. “Wow… Isabel grew…” Apolon muttered. Valden cocked his head in innocent confusion and Camael just held his breath at what was going to come out of his mouth. “What were those things on her chest?” He asked in utter bewilderment. Camael motioned with his hand for Apolon to answer him, Apolon frowned but answered simply… “Those are boobs.” He said plainly. Camael groaned and shook his head as if he were in pain.

Isabel came…bouncing down the stairs with Adrian in toe. Adrian looked very much the same aside from the fact… he was wearing glasses? Camael and Apolon both looked at each other then back to Adrian. It was true that Adrian was not all Vampire, that he was actually a Dhampir, but physical human limitations still did not apply to him. “Well, it’s been a long time.” He said with a smile… good God was this even Adrian? “Yes… err… Adrian?” Camael asked with a raised brow.

“Oh… Sorry.” He murmured as he removed the glasses. “I use these so people think I have aged… you’d be surprised how well it fools people.” He laughed. He was so… happy, this could not be Adrian. No way. “My you have changed, Adrian.” Apolon commented with a grin. “Becoming a father will do that to you. When you have some one else to worry about, your own problems seem to vanish.” He said with a warmness that was new to his voice. “But anyway, what can I do for you guys?” He asked.

To be continued in Chapter 11: Runs in the family