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Lucien liked to keep his favorite son on his toes and show up without invite whenever he deemed fit. Currently he felt it appropriate for a few reasons. He didn't knock nor did he care what his son was doing when he came in with his judgmental scowl seeing his sons quaint little office was still just that, quaint. After looking around he deemed it was better to keep his gloves on deciding he wasn't going to stay long in the place.

"You do know what yesterday was I presume? I expect you to disappoint me Grabriel Èdouard Gaudet-De Luca but not your father. Do I make myself clear. You're here because I allow you to be here. Keep disappointing me and I will buy this little play place and demolish it with you in it."

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Lucien wasn't sure if it mattered what ball he started with, but it didn't seem to so threw his black one down and decided he was just going to do what Kaden did. The thing with croquet is it didn't take much in the way of actual ability for a sport so it was something he had the potential of getting. He'd much prefer if there was chess out there. Why there wasn't when it was a better suited game was beyond him, but he was willing to try something to engage his mind in a way it hadn't in some time. Of course he mirrored Kaden so well he hit his ball with his own, then looked to his kresnik. "Am I allowed to do that?"

"Alright," Kaden said and left it there. If Lucien had an idea and didn't have any questions he wasn't going to volunteer to fill in any blanks. He'd trust his master knew what he was doing... or didn't know what he was he doing. It was likely the latter and this could be his personal entertainment until it wasn't funny any more. He set his purple ball down in front of the starting boundary first and used his mallet to swipe it clean through the two wickets and a few inches out. "Your turn," he said to Lucien as he stepped aside and gestured for him to go ahead.

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"I'm sure you do." Lucien said in his monotone doubtful that was the full truth, but it was true enough in this moment. "That won't end well for you." He explained since Merek didn't seem to get it. "He is mine and he will always be. The only way he will escape me by killing me or I him, which is the higher probability. Whatever little shallow tryst you think you have with him. Get over it. I grow bored of this redundant conversation."

"Lucien. I do try my best." Not hard to do, since Merek had worn clothes similar to this. He'd considered going the more risqué route or going with a dress but had, for once, gone with the safer option. Being told that he was being allowed to get Lucien wine as though it was an honor had him shooting an amused look at the master even as Merek made his way toward the bar. "Of course. But I find almost everything that Kaden wears agreeable." He picked up the wine glass and offered it to Lucien with a playful bow. "You look as stunning as always, of course."

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Lucien did not go on a tirade about croquet because it had only been briefly discussed in the books he read. Nothing had gone, in dept, on the game and he'd not looked into it because it wasn't a game he played. He actually wasn't sure why he'd suggested it other than he was annoyed with Raphael still and wanted to get out of the main ballroom area. Kaden was good for a distraction. "I have an idea of them." He said in the most basic way. "It can't be that complicated." He did have multiple PhD's, how hard could a game with mallets and balls be, really or so he thought as he watched Kaden and just mirrored what he did taking red and black for his own colors. "I'll allow you to go first." Because he wasn't really going to admit he had no idea what he was doing.

Kaden didn't waste a second with the confirmation, tapping the counter for the bartender and ordering Lucien's preferred blood wine and another whiskey for himself. He followed his master outside with drinks in hand. "Been a minute since I've played but I could sit still for that," he replied. The game was currently unoccupied so he grabbed two of the mallets and passed one over to Lucien. "I reckon you know the rules?" He waited for Lucien to go on an offended rant about how he'd read books about croquet so obviously he knew everything while Kaden busied himself collecting the six colored balls spread out from whoever played the last game. He took purple and yellow for himself then offered out the rest to his master. "Pick your two colors."

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The Dr Gaudet experienced differed depending the audience. While Kaden fought tooth and nail to get anything from Lucien Raphael was effortlessly able to get an earful when he returned with his wine that was taken its stem. "If you planned on spending so much time with your new little mistress I would have had something more suitable tailored for the evening." He sipped his wine glaring the ghoul he'd come with. "I could have shared the color palette with Ireland. I'm sure he'd look stunning in white and gold."

Any secrets Raphael held from Lucien had nothing to do with who he fooled around with in the castle. None of those exploits were anything to be concerned about, the ghoul just ravenous for sex whenever and wherever he could find it. He enjoyed holding that sort of power over others, particularly his fellow councilmen when he could. One in particular from Spain continued seeking his attention as he sought drinks for himself and his fledgling he came with. After all, they dressed in similar color schemes and styles so it wasn't a shock.

He knew Lucien was watching him, could feel the icy glare on his back or maybe it was targeting the other party in this conversation. Or both. Eventually Raph reached the bar to order both of them the most expensive blood wines from their respective countries and returned to his soured fledgling with the glass meant for him held out. A warm smile spread over his features.

"What's spoiled your night already for you, caro mio?" he asked ever so innocently as if he had no clue. He did.

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Lucien was going to crush the phone if Kaden didn't put it away when he came to his slave's side, but surprisingly he slave seemed to understand that he wouldn't stand for being second to some contraption and the kresnik gave him all his focus. Something Lucien did fully demand. "A drink and other festivities." He said without hesitation allowing Kaden to retrieve him the wine he liked since the other was well aware of his tastes before they headed into the Garden. "How about a game of croquet?"

Kaden still hated parties, especially at Krovs. And especially the ones that required costumes. He'd made that clear to Lucien a thousand and one times and yet his master insisted that he show up for Lucien's own ego basically despite the station being incredibly short-staffed with the loss of Ransom and De Luca sure as fuck wasn't letting Mason work tonight. So once again the discussion ended in a compromise that Kaden would show up for the first half and go finish the night out working.

He separated from Lucien as his master did his diligent councilman rounds of socializing early on in the party and fetched himself a whiskey. Now he had a drink in one hand and his cell he kept checking obsessively for any work calls forwarded from the station. Disappointingly none to get him out of here earlier.

He did at least put his phone away when Lucien found him again knowing that he should at least put on an act of enjoyment for the couple hours he had left. Even that couldn't guarantee a pleasant evening with his master though. "Want a drink?" he asked Lucien. "Or should we get straight into dancin' or other festivities together?"

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"Mr. Hopper." Lucien said looking the pyromancer over, ever hard to read if he was going to rip him apart or be tolerable for once. "Acceptable attire." The closest he was going to give to a compliment as he moved closer to the chief of staff. "The ballroom is also adequate. I'll allow you to fetch me a glass of wine. French obviously." He was sure to reiterate. "Did you find Mr. Valentine's attire agreeable?" Because he knew Merek had spent time with his slave.

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Of course Lucien had coordinated his attire with his sires and after a lovely night together had decided to also coordinate their slaves. Ransom was adjusting and Lucien knew how his own valued the other former police officer, though he did find him far better suited as Raphael's slave. Even if he despised how much time the other took of his ghoul's, which was already under scrutiny for a number of reasons. One's Lucien had been biting his lip the last few months and it was reaching a boiling point.

Of course when he arrived and Raphael was the gracious and charming creature he always was with him Lucien momentarily pushed those criticisms away questioning their validity as their lips met and he was showered with compliments on his attire adoring the way the ghoul drank him in. Never tiring of the bit of hunger he could see move behind the intelligent gaze. Another kiss was placed on his lips just before Raphael moved off to fetch them drinks from the bar and Lucien had a moment to take in the ballroom.

It was a quick glance around before his eyes found his sire once more. Someone else may have been surprised, but Lucien was not. He expected it, only wondering how long it would be until his wine was brought to him and what nuanced excuse Raphael would give him for his extended delay if he'd give one at all. It wasn't as if the councilman of Italy was hiding anything he was doing with the councilman of Spain, ever. What was it about expectations Kaden was always saying? Where was his kresnik? Even he could get him a drink faster than this.

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Lucien let his dark eyes meet Kaden's self-righteous ones. "Isn't that what every god wants. That's why they're born in their image." His words cold and empty as he truly felt about the entire topic. "Don't be upset mine will rule the world while yours will be enslaved, just like their father. I hope my son takes a liking to kresniks. You are such beautiful creatures for all your failings, amour."

"You've only further proven my point about your lack of care or love for them," Kaden replied, his gaze still harsh and cold down at the ghoul. Lucien's feelings wouldn't change his mind since he knew they were, once again, born out of a wounded ego. "Don't even try to keep up this form of defense like you're a proud, lovin' parent over these things. I ain't buyin' it, no one with a brain'll buy it. Your "kids" are doomed to fail with you as their creator and you'll keep makin' more and more that'll fail and blame everyone except yourself. You don't want children or family, you want your ego stroked."

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"One day I may let you, but when I have something more pedestrian on. Like you normally wear." He teased as he was pulled against the pyromancer and had no protests. "You pick the wrong days to want to burn my things." He smiled up at the other because he was always shorter than everyone he seemed to enjoy the company of. "And one day maybe I can use the magic I have to do...something." Because Lucien was terrible at magic. Kaden had tried to teach him and that went about as good as anyone could imagine. Raph was now his teacher, but that was going as good as anyone could imagine since they couldn't keep their hands off each other for more than five seconds, if even five seconds.

"Not that I'm complaining about the gorgeous expensive gowns you have, but one day it might be fun to burn one off you." Not that Merek was entirely sure Lucien would let him get away with doing that with any of his clothing, sadly. He reached out to start carefully unzipping the back, making sure to take his time doing so even if the pyromancer didn't really have the patience for it. Merek reached out a hand once he was done, helping Lucien step out of the material and pulled him closer with a grin. "This is much better."

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Lucien finished with the shirt not needing to see anything to keep unbuttoning it. The kiss didn't stop him either. He pulled finished with the shirt leaving it on since Hunter was busy with his pants and stepped away from the younger to sit on the side of the bed crossing his legs at the ankle as he regarded the much taller vampire leaning back slighting with his hands propping him on the mattress.

"Eager is a strong word for being an afterthought." He said. "But I'm glad you can find time for me in your busy schedule." Those dark eyes moved up and down the near naked form and of course he was equally aroused considering all the things they had done. Usually Hunter was manhandling him, but not today. "On your hands and knees. Crawl to me." Lucien commanded expectantly.

The pretty doctor wasn't wrong, Hunter wasn't exactly capable of feeling much of anything, but there was something that kept drawing him back to Lucien. Hunter wasn't stupid (contrary to popular belief) and knew that the ghoul was entirely Raphael's, but the young vampire could still have his fun. The sight of Lucien in just the red thong and webbed garter had Hunter's cock practically throbbing in his suit pants as he smirked down at the smaller male. "Perhaps we've both been busying ourselves with other things," he purred, taking Lucien's chin between his thumb and forefinger once the jacket had been pushed from his shoulders. "But you have my full attention now, Luci," Hunter added, pressing a kiss to his lips before starting to unfasten his pants while the councilman worked on his vest and shirt. "Eager to get me naked?"

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The walk to his suite was almost painful with the way the other used the proper honorific without having to be corrected. They barely made it past the front door and into the foyer before Lucien was on the older ghoul tangling a foot with Tiernan's and taking him to the ground onto an expensive rug, that was of course white.

Lucien was a callous, cruel, cold thing save for those who had something he desired and Tiernan became one of those. That apparent and the younger ghoul ripped open his shirt where he had the older pinned beneath him straddling him in his foyer. Buttons bounced off the walls around them before he delved back down starving for those lips he attacked with his own. He was no less kind to the other's trousers.

"I'll replace them." He groaned roughly between heated kisses as his hand delved into the other's pants stroking his cock and the other was around his neck holding it firmly to keep the other down beneath him. "It was tacky anyway." Because it was Lucien and he could only go so long without insulting someone.

Tiernan wasn't at all surprised when Lucien wanted to get on with it, clearly not wanting to waste any time. With a slight smirk at his lips, the Irish councilman agreed. "Let's go, I have no other business to attend to at present," Tiernan stated. "Might as well get it over and done with, although I doubt you're going to be in much of a rush," he murmured, a hint of amusement gracing his features. "Lead the way, Doctor Gaudet."

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Before Kaden could get too far away he pulled the Texan in close again taking those lips against his own softly a couple times. "I enjoy when you're sweet. Even if it's insincere." He let him go and worked to make himself presentable as he could in the truck before having to go out and get the rest of his items to put back on the facade he carried as a councilman. It was a fantasy to think he could shrink away from any duties of which he had many and had to answer. He started to put things away in the back of the cab not wanting anything to fall out of it on their way back letting Kaden get dressed and knowing the cold would affect him more than it did Lucien.

"It'd be a lot longer than that," Kaden said with a sigh as his chest fell into a steady rise and fall. He knew just as much as Lucien did that there'd be no one else replacing him as councilman of France, not unless the current seat holder died. And they both also knew whatever this was, this fantasy Lucien seemed to be trying for with him, wouldn't last much longer. He sat up and cleared his throat. "We should head back though when you're ready."

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"Is that it, us living together." Lucien fought not to roll his eyes because they'd not been in the same vicinity for some time and yet he still knew the Texan well, too well. His eyes narrowed because he somehow took that more as a threat that Kaden knew anything about him and tried not to scoff at the maybe he used with Raphael as if he knew Lucien hid things from his sire. It was the tone Kaden used that always got him so prickly. Like he was always being reprimanded and somehow he did feel like he did something wrong when it was coming from Kaden or that he'd been caught doing something he shouldn't be when he was the master and Kaden was his slave. The balance of power between them was always so wrong.

His jaw clenched at the next which was a perfect example of how Kaden got to him with just one sentence. He wasn't sure if the kresnik was in his head at all or just being himself, likely the latter with that wanting and needing line, but it had the right effect of hitting a nerve. Enough so he dwelt so the next was easily ignored and then came a compliment. It was truly hard to say what part was the spell and what part was Kaden's personality anymore.

"You are..." Lucien regarded his slave for a long moment. "...please go open a bottle of wine and pour me a glass."

"That tends to happen livin' in such close quarters for so long," Kaden stated the obvious thought crossing his mind. "Just like how I know a lot about you than probably most. Except for maybe De Luca." Course he probably received a different version of Lucien than the Italian councilman. Or maybe that was because he didn't engage his master like Raphael did and that produced different reactions. He tilted his chin down to meet the ghoul's gaze, one brow raised and that signature deadpanned expression. "Sure, darlin', I believe that. Wantin' and needin' are both very different," he drawled. "You're really doin' a fine job at statin' the obvious today. You also look rather pretty as a woman," the kresnik blurted out the passing thought. He didn't need to like someone's personality to admit they could be physically attractive.

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"Divine." Lucien sighed against the other's lips when the question was posed to him. He had no protests about the shift in position on the removal of parts of his own costume. It was just in the way. Fully taken with Enzo as he let a hand fall on the siren's shoulder digging his claws into it when the hand moved under his skirt to stroke him. He'd already been half leaking before at just the taste of the other. Blood and the mix of everything turning him on enough and now the body pressed so close, the smells that were so similar to Raph and different at the same time. It was an odd sort of feeling that twisted in his lower stomach.

Lucien moved his hand down Enzo's arm that was stroking his cock and shifted it back leading those digits to his ass. He helped push one past the tight ring of muscle to third knuckle, soft praises of French falling from his lips against the siren's ear as he held tightly to him with the other arm draped over his should and his legs wrapped tightly around him.

Despite hearing all the stories about Lucien, Lorenzo wasn't at all deterred, drawn to the pretty doctor in the strangest way. Perhaps he should've hightailed it in the other direction, but he wanted to sample the councilman for himself. "Lucky guess," Enzo chuckled, soft and seductive as he looked down at Lucien, not at all fighting it as he was pulled into another heated kiss. The little nicks of pain didn't bother the siren in the slightest, smirking against Lucien's lips, glad that the ghoul was getting a taste for him. "How do I taste?" He asked, his voice low and thick with lust.

With their bodies pressed together and Enzo's cock hard between them already, he needed more than just some kissing, feeding on the other's lust which was only amplifying his own. Without warning, he pressed Lucien against the nearest wall with a soft growl of lust, his hands moving to free the councilman of his cheerleader costume so he could get to the pale skin beneath. He paused as he got to the skirt, smirking slightly as he lifted it and wrapped his hand around the other's hard length, stroking him slowly just to get him worked up.

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And Lucien wanted to argue, but they turned into hot moans against his sire's lips after his back hit the familiar bed his body had grown used to. It wasn't as perfect as his own, but it would do. The sheets weren't his favorite. Raph insisted on the Italian brand over the French he preferred. One day he'd fix that. Their tongues and lips danced as synchronized as they'd been on the ballroom floor. Both knowing well how to compliment each other when to lead and when to follow. Lucien biting Raph's lip hard to get that thrill of blood between them and purposefully knicking his own tongue on Raph's fang to add even more. He groaned into the mixing flavors pressing against his sire that he did always desire even when he absolutely hated him. It was a problem, he was aware of it, but one he had no intention of fixing.

"And what's that supposed to mean." He hadn't forgotten his delayed protest. It was Lucien. He never forgot his protests. "It's your pets that I struggle to survive." The younger teased nipping at the Italian's lips again before planting a kiss on him once more. "You should put a muzzle on him." He was speaking of one in particular since only one actually killed him. Granted Lucien had walked into the lions den unprepared and it had been both good and bad. Imploding his relationship with Kaden, but it brought him and Raph so much closer. "Maybe I should put a muzzle on you, mon cœur."

Raphael stopped when the music did, far more concerned with the gorgeous creature before him even more than when they'd started. His dark eyes bore right into his fledgling's straight to the damned soul they shared, if they even had souls both being ghouls. "I believe you," he spoke low just for the two of them. The rest of the world faded away into the background, the next song starting and chatter of the crowd laughing and dancing around them all a blur behind his main focus.

"I know he can." There wasn't any question or doubt behind his confidence in Cairo's capabilities versus Gabriel's. Age also played a factor. He mirrored the other's wicked gaze with a smirk of his own, fully wrapping his arm around Lucien's waist so they were chest to chest. In a blink they were in Raph's bedroom tumbling into his bed with the elder ghoul pinning the younger down by hands on thin wrists above his head. "After all," he rumbled hotly against Lucien's ear, "we both know just how you can barely survive me." He captured those lips with his own to silence any argument his fledgling might have.