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”Damn it all.” The words muttered past an unlit cigarette between his lips. Who goes all the way down to the beach without a lighter? If he went back to his cabin now, he’d surely miss his first sunset here, and that was the entire point of lugging himself out here. These beaches were miles and away better than the ones back home and Silas would be damned not to take as many pictures of it all as he possibly could, if only for himself. ”But how can I enjoy it without a fucking smoke?” He was talking to himself, he did that on occasion. Very frequent occasion.

In a last ditch effort and a ghost of a hope, Silas looked up and darted his eyes along the beach for anyone that looked like they might have a light on them. Securing his camera against his chest, he jogged through the sand, long legs carrying him to another lone spectator of the ocean. “Hey beautiful, you wouldn’t happen to have a light, would you?” His eyes were all optimism. He simply could not enjoy this sunset without a smoke.

Frankly, Aslan was tired of beating around the bush. Maybe it was because he'd already had a taste of Isaac that made him a little bolder when it came to the boy, maybe he was just in a certain mood. Whatever the case, Aslan was going outside of his comfort zone requesting the staff member's company. After a drink or two, the celebrity chef felt more at ease making his way to the playroom where it all started. It was remarkable how much it looked like the same room as the one found in the Haus in Virginia. The same room where he'd discovered Isaac tied up like a Christmas present from another client to Aslan. Even so, at the time, he'd restrained himself from going overboard. Building the tension for just such an occasion.

When Isaac arrived, he would find Aslan waiting for him this time. Sitting on the foot of the bed, carefully twirling a lovely leather collar in his fingers, he set his blue eyes on his guest. Sitting up straighter, he lifted a finger, motioning for Isaac to stop. Then he pointed at him. "Take your clothes off." Even when demanding, Aslan sounded soft, like he didn't usually do this. That's because he didn't. But there was a trend developing between himself and Isaac that captured his curiosity and made him want to explore it more. So he watched the younger male carefully, waiting for him to follow orders.

Silas hadn't seen him for a minute so he was ecstatic when he came across Isaac at random in one of the outlet stores. He'd been feeling a little bored with his wardrobe and decided to go browsing for something new, something to flip that endorphin switch in his brain. Instead, he found a person who could do that instead. "Well well well, it's my lucky day." Silas smiled, pushing his free hand back through his mess of brown hair. His other arm was occupied with items of clothing he'd pulled off of racks completely on a whim. "You look like someone who knows what looks good on a man and isn't afraid to tell him the truth." That was quite the assumption, but Silas was sticking with it.

Reaching out, he took Isaac's hand in his own and began to lead him back through the store. "Come, I need you." That could not have been more suggestive, maybe Silas meant it to be. Regardless of his meaning, he pulled the other boy not only to the fitting area but inside one of the larger rooms with him. Shutting the door behind them, Silas lumped the clothes he'd picked out down in a chair in one corner and began to sort through it. "No, no, no, ah oui." Pulling out a shirt, he hung it on a hook and then dove back into the pile, pulling out a second. "Here, I think this will look perfect on you, so you must try it on." He hung it up on a second hook and then reached down to pull his shirt up over his head. "I want your honest opinion. No sugar coating it, hm?"

"It would be my pleasure, mi amor." Christian told the man, before he was placing his hands on either side of the others waist and leading him to a chair, and pushing him back to sit on it. "Any dance requests? Or are you leaving that up to me?"

Aslan was elated to see a certain boy had made the jump to the island but running into him in public brought all kinds of images to his head he shouldn't have been thinking of with a bag of groceries hung over his arm. Their moment back in Virginia was hard to forget. "Well, hello." He spoke as he approached Isaac from behind, only strengthening his memories. "I wasn't sure if I would find you here or not. Such a big island, so many people. And yet here you are." Aslan smiled, hoping Isaac was just as happy to see him. He'd sounded pretty pleased with him the last time they were alone together. "I was just heading back, if you'd like the join me?"

“Isaac,” Nevada cooed, sauntering up to the younger man with a grin. He reached out to gently take the other’s hand, bowing slightly as he kissed the top of Isaac’s hand. His dark brown eyes flickering to look up at him, “You look ravishing tonight,” he purred against his skin. When he straightened back to his full height, not letting go of his hand quite yet. “Would you do me the honor of sharing a dance with me?” He asked. The older man had spotted Isaac from across the dance floor, reminiscing back on that night on the beach and before his knew it his legs were carrying him towards this sparkling beauty.