#hazyfeelings

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          it's not like wyatt was unfamiliar with how these things went, or new to dating someone who was in the public eye. he himself had been thrust into the spotlight since the moment he was born, the one and only heir to the chambers empire, but it was different with him. aside from modeling, fashion and his prominent last name, wyatt didn't exactly have to play into any role with the media. at least, not when it came to his love life. he didn't have to appear attainable when he clearly wasn't. his main aim was to keep his family name as pristine as possible, live up to the standards that were always set for him – that was that, this was different. he doesn't fight against ryan reaching for him to bring him closer, and he also doesn't pull away when their foreheads press together, instead finding himself melting against those ocean colored eyes of his. 

          "don't you have a wild imagination? you paint an interesting picture of you and i. like it's a grand partnership waiting to happen. but tell me—” blake paused, his fingers brushing against ace's chin, tilting it up so their eyes met, "do you really think that a life of blood-drained squirrels is one you want? even with me by your side?" throwing out the question with a piercing gaze, leaning in closer. giving into his predatory lust instincts, relishing in the supernatural nature of his desires by feasting on the finest meals available: human blood. that's what blake loved most of his new life; the freedom, the chaos of it all. he couldn't fathom entertaining a diet of purely strays from the street, in the shadows of the community. that was barely a life at all. "if being vegetarian is the most edge you have in you, then baby, maybe you don't have what it takes," he scoffed softly, tilting his head. admittedly, ace had all the qualities he liked. he was a pretty thing, an optimistic, pure soul, eager to please, and best of all, human. the immortal had a fondness for the living especially the needy bambi-eyed folk that chased after him, as if he had anything to offer them. he appreciated the additional effort to impress, but was he a risk he was willing to take? if they believed the vampire community needed a wave of vegetarianism, then he'd have to reconsider the options more carefully. “but do continue trying to impress me—it’s entertaining, if nothing else. you still have time to give me something to miss besides your pretty face,” he retracted his hand and reclined back, his smirk still firmly in place, his eyes now focused somewhere beyond ace, as if dismissing him.

          he's about to respond, but the second blake is grabbing his chin and meeting his gaze, the thought completely slips from ace's mind. perhaps he's just a pathetic human being to blake, but ace could practically melt under his stare if the other really wanted it. “well, would you prefer if i drained deer's instead? that's definitely a step up, right?” he's joking, his usual happy-go-lucky grin prominent on his lips. he knows blake can easily sense the way his dumb heart races as he inches closer, the blood rushing to his cheeks to add an unasked for crimson tint to them. while ace isn't the brightest person ever, he very well knows what blake is doing, and unfortunately, he easily feeds into it. it's almost as if every word that blake says goes in through one ear and immediately escapes out the other, every word minus baby, of course. he wouldn't mind if blake repeated that word over and over again while quite literally strangling him if that's what he wanted. “then maybe you can show me. you know, what it takes? i think i might need all your expertise when the day comes where you finally realize you want me by your side eternally. you can easily replace me, yes, but…” his hand caresses blake's shoulder, “you won't ever find a vibe, or a soul like mine. not in two hundred years, not in two thousand years... i can promise you that right now.” he's holding back a chuckle, feeling the need to add onto that. “also, just a little reminder that i'm an only child, i have no other real family and have zero plans of having any offspring so... the idea that maybe two hundred years from now or so, you'll randomly bump into like... my great, great, great, great, great grandson who is a carbon copy of me looks and personality wise?” he shakes his head. “never gonna happen, nope. no possibility of a doppelganger here. once i die, that's it. this bloodline dies with me. unless... you decide my face is pretty enough to keep around.” he knew he was feeding into blake's ego, but he couldn't help himself. ace just wanted to kiss his stupid, bloodsucking lips so bad, but he refrained. instead, his hand slowly peaks into the sleeve of the shirt blake is wearing, craving his attention and validation.

          “well,” he crosses his arms, a smirk forming on his rosy pink lips, “i do remember saying or something of the sort so if you wanna get all fancy, i'm all about it.” he also didn't mind a simple coffee date either, whatever worked best for josh. “yes, i'm free tonight.” his sister was actually coming over, but she had a key to his apartment after all – she could easily wait and do as she pleased, yet, that's not something hunter wants him to know. he's curious to see what josh has up his sleeve. “are you maybe gonna give me a hint on what you're thinking?”

"Definitely! I will definitely treat you. I didn't assume you'd say no I just didn't know how to ask? I mean normally the guys I ask out aren't...as good looking as you." Alain usually just stayed in his own social circle, friends of friends that kind of thing. He wasn't the type to normally ask out a stranger he thought was hot but he couldn't stop thinking about the other man. "Drinks and a show then? On me. Dinner too."

          he had to admit, his slightly nervous demeanor was cute. hunter usually didn't like guys like alain. his ex boyfriends consisted of assholes, some even with a record tied to their name for things like petty theft or stupid crimes like that ( nothing serious ). to put it simple, his ex's were fucking losers. maybe he needed to step out of his comfort zone. “i think you're just flattering me now... not that i'm opposed to that.” he replies with a grin. at his following words, hunter looks down at his phone to check the time. “i get off in exactly seven minutes if you wanna go somewhere after this. unless you wanna do something tomorrow or later tonight. do you have any plans today?”

Wesley chuckled, leaning back with an easy smile as he watched Hunter’s expression. “Oh, redacted, huh? Harsh,” he replied, feigning a wounded look. “Guess I’ll have to earn those points back somehow.” He held Hunter’s gaze, a glint of mischief in his eyes. “And hey, don’t act like you weren’t into it. I might’ve started it, but you’re the one keeping this game going.” He shrugged, trying to play it cool but letting a little of his amusement slip through. “Besides, who says I can’t flip the roles? Maybe you just like the idea of me trying to win you over.” Wesley tilted his head, daring Hunter to challenge him, but his smile stayed soft, leaving room for Hunter to make the next move.

          “something tells me you might be into that though.” not that he would know exactly, but hunter can't deny that he's definitely enjoying... whatever this is right now. “well, i'm looking forward to seeing what you have up your sleeve.” there's a moment where their gazes meet and it's held, something that oddly enough, feels very personal to hunter. he can't fully comprehend if that's a good thing or a bad thing. “oh, so it's just a game to you?” he's nodding his head, as if he's seriously hurt, but the grin that makes it's way onto his lips gives him away. “for a second there, i thought i was special.” he doesn't know what's happening here, but he kind of doesn't want it to end. there's a somewhat dorky yet highly endearing nature about the other, an aura hunter can't pinpoint, but he really likes it. “well, maybe i do. would that really be so awful?” his arms cross over his chest, his boyish grin soft as ever. hunter dares to take a step forward, the grin never faltering as his baby blue eyes gaze into wesley's darker hues, licking his lips slowly. “i think maybe you're just scared you'd fall for me too hard if i fully let you in.”