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"And I prefer somewhere like Euphoria. I didn't exactly miss dressing up like this." His outfit was fine and not all that uncomfortable, but Charlie preferred the more modern fashions. But the dragon had known not to complain, figuring if he did that at best Raphael would ignore it or, at worst, his master would shove him into something he really hated. He made a face at the thought, leaning a little against Cairo once he'd turned around to face him. "Who says that I'm more drawn to you than Gabriel?" Charlie asked with a small smirk, though the other man wasn't wrong -- out of the two, he was much more likely to seek Cairo out at parties. His expression soured quickly at the mention of Raphael's new slave, a muscle twitching briefly in Charlie's jaw. "Yes." The dragon grumbled, downing some of the drink that Cairo had handed him. "Probably doesn't help that I've been avoiding the suite as much as possible since Morozov is an asshole."

"Better now I've found you." He said. "I understand the need for these events, I just prefer more intimate gatherings." He said drinking his own drink and smiling when the other turned in his arm slightly. His grip wasn't tight by any means. "I get a lot of my traits from Raph. Probably why you're more drawn to me than Gabriel, but he's still as much of a De Luca as I am." Maybe more so with his incubus side and far more outgoing. Cairo was choosy on who he spent his time with. It was valuable, much as he was. "Are you getting less attention with the newest addition?" He'd not seen Morozov since Raph had claimed him and he was fine with that. He wasn't sure he wanted to. He wasn't sure how he'd react to him. Cairo could say since coming to Krovs he'd nearly died more than being in space, even if it wasn't real it felt real enough and safer than being around some of the people in the castle.

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"I learn some lessons." The younger man began, sounding slightly offended even if he knew that was a lie. If he'd learned his lesson with shit, he wouldn't frequently be in trouble with Raphael. "What, because it's...fancy or whatever?" He asked, tilting his head as he considered his master before shrugging, looking away to glance around them at the decorations. "I mean, it's not my favorite thing. I'd rather be at Euphoria or something, but it's alright."

"You wouldn't be you if you learned any lessons, now would you?" Raphael hummed, smirking down at his slave. Par for the course with Charlie. Sometimes it was entertaining at least when everything seemed new to his dumb little dragon. "I am. I'm surprised you'd enjoy this type of thing considering... well." No, he didn't think Charlie had what it took to join any sort of high society. Not even as a trophy wife since he didn't know how to sit silently.

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"I've noticed that about him. Baffling to me how him and Raphael are a thing..." And that wasn't at all jealousy speaking. Nope, not at all. Especially since, rationally, Charlie knew he had no real reason to be jealous of the shit that went on between his master and his fledgling. His eyebrows raised a little at the comment about his outfit, a small snort of laughter escaping the slave. "Not a big fan of small talk, no. Kind of hate it, actually." Charlie's gaze dropped for a second to watch Gabriel's hand as it moved further up his thigh and then he looked back up at him with a slight grin. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't interested. Question is -- your place or one of the playrooms?"

“Well, I’m afraid you’d end up rather disappointed. I’ve been trying for decades to take a photo of Lucien that even vaguely looks amusing, but it’s easier to photograph a black hole. His face never moves; he’s made of marble.” He chuckled, staring at Charlie intently with his hazel eyes. At the very least, the two of them shared a sense of humor—at least to some extent—even if something told him the dragon wouldn’t admit it so easily. “You know, your outfit didn’t exactly make you seem like the kind of guy who enjoys wasting time on sweet talk. If you’d like, we can go out to the garden and look at the stars. Not exactly my area of expertise, but I bet I can still remember how to find at least a couple of constellations.” He smiled, his hand sliding up Charlie’s thigh, higher and higher, until it came to rest on the small of his back. “But since I would have also replied ‘blue’ and ‘dogs,’ I hope we’re also alike in other ways. I wouldn’t mind taking you up on your proposition to go somewhere private, but only if you’re sure about it. I don’t know my father’s way of approach, but I’m pretty big on consent, personally. I won’t ask anything of you that you don’t really want.” He said with a mellow voice and a puppy-dog look in his eyes, his incubus charms in full display.

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"Remains to be seen, honestly, but you can't be any worse than them." So far, the guy seemed alright but it had only been a couple minutes of them talking so it was entirely possible for Charlie's opinion to change pretty damn quick. The dragon nodded a little at the question, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I did. For a few months and then got my ass dragged back here because I was stupid and trusted the wrong people. Guess I kind of deserved to wind up back in this place."

He gave a curt nod, though it was meant more in understanding. He didn't want to be anywhere near vampires, and at the same time he couldn't not be close to them. Stuck in a pit of hating them and needing their validation after living off of it his whole life. "Well, I hope i'm a good break from them," He was sure he had made this entirely awkward somehow though, especially when he watched Charlie's hand drop down when he had retracted his own like the poor man carried the plague. His eyes widened slightly, whistling lowly, "That's a good bit of time..," He trailed off like he wanted to add something but he didn't, not like he could just laugh and say 'try 40'. He gave a sympathetic smile, taking in a deep breath, "DId you escape or something?" He questioned, curious, also wanting an escape route, just in case.

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Charlie had been enjoying spending some time outside, watching the various games going on. He'd joined in for a little bit and then gotten bored, so the slave had finally wandered back into the castle to try and find someone to distract himself with. He'd gotten wrapped up with someone in a conversation and had just started to walk away from them when someone called his name. The dragon turned, eyebrows raised, and spotted the other man walking toward him. "Hey, Cyril." Charlie greeted, crossing his arms and eyeing the outfit that the shapeshifter was wearing. No surprise that it looked damn good. "Uh, yeah, yeah, I am. Not that this is my kind of thing." Nowadays, Charlie preferred places like Euphoria. "Are you?"

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As the night progressed, the shapeshifter was slowly getting more comfortable. If one could call leaning back in a chair, leg bouncing anxiously, and eyes on a constant back and forth scan of the room comfortable that is. It was better than the tight-fisted, stiff standing he had been doing for most of the evening. His 'I want to go home' attitude was fading finally, and the muscles in his face didn't seem tightened like he was thinking heavily all the time. Maybe it was the ever so slight buzz working its way through his system, one he had been gradually building all night, but he was letting him have this moment.

He hadn't particularly been looking for him, but the dragon was hard to miss with how everyone else was almost always taller than him. He had seen him cross in front of him, Cyril's head following, talking before he could really think it through. "Charlie!" He pushed himself out of his chair, like he was ready to follow even though he had already gotten his attention, "Um-" He cleared his throat, like he was caught off guard and hadn't been the one to call out for him, "Hey, uh, how are you enjoying yourself?" He glanced down at his outfit, definitely checking him out but was hoping his peak had been quick enough not to be noticed.

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Charlie was so far enjoying the party, even if the whole thing seemed a little boring compared to the events Krovs usually threw. Mostly, he was just relieved to be out of the suite considering how often he wanted to fight Raphael's new pet every time they had to be in the same room. There was a part of him that was so damn jealous of Raphael claiming Ransom, feeling like he wasn't good enough in some way for the ghoul. Which was ridiculous because he shouldn't feel that way at all considering all the shit that the councilman had done to him over the years.

The dragon had settled off to the side during the party, content to just people watch for now, but he was aware enough to realize that Cairo was approaching him from behind. "Thanks. And, yeah, I am. What about you?" The dragon asked as he took the drink that was offered out to him. "You must get that from Raph. Loves dressing me in gold." Made sense, of course, since Charlie was a golden dragon. The younger man turned a bit to look at Cairo better, offering him a smile. "Pretty much empty. All yours for as long as you want me."

The one thing about his father was being a man of themes and he could see it in all his slaves. Subtle the game he was playing this time around. Course it could be because everyone was mostly behaving. He wasn't sure his newest one could. Cairo wasn't a fan of it, but he'd spoken with his father and understood it all now and why it was necessary. He wasn't as old. Could be something he got into doing.

"Enjoying the party?" He asked coming up behind Charlie who he'd spotted awhile ago. He was hard to miss being as pint sized as he was. Cairo had waited for his chance to sweep the other from the crowd and pull him away having already gotten him a drink he brought around the smaller body and offered. "Suit looks good on you. I've always liked gold." Which was true since his own was inlaid with it. That he got from his father. He was the one that was far more like Raphael than Lucien. Gabriel seemed to lean a bit more towards Lucien but a better balance than he was. "So how full is your dance card?"

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Charlie hadn't been too sure when Raphael had showed off the outfit that he was expected to wear tonight. Not that there was anything wrong with it and he'd liked the colors, but it had seemed like it might be a tiny bit suffocating. It was a pleasant surprise, then, that it actually wasn't too bad and Charlie was very much enjoying the attention that his outfit was getting him. He'd been chatting way with one of the men from the town, just a little bit of flirtation to the conversation, when the other excused himself to go and talk to some friends.

The dragon couldn't help a small wince of surprise when his master seemed to be appear out of nowhere. Charlie managed to stifle a yelp but sent Raphael a startled look before laughing quietly a few seconds later at the comment. "Yeah, well. I got used to wearing other things to these parties. Probably should know to trust you by now with this stuff." He turned to face Raphael, quietly appreciating the ghoul's own outfit that, of course, looked perfect on him. "Having a very good time. Guessing you are as well."

Raphael loved the idea of a Bridgerton-themed party only because he loved the excuse to dress up and look better than he did on normal days. And his slaves' appearances reflected directly on himself so he'd made sure this time all three of them were dressed exactly to his specification and theme-appropriate since he knew the style better than them all.

Charlie in particular looked dashing in the white and gold ensemble he knew would suit his dragon slave perfectly, the shiny accents glinting in the sunlight as he watched him outside through the dark lenses of his sunglasses. Once his slave was freed from whatever conversation he'd been having, Raphael appeared almost out of thin air beside him.

"And you seemed all nervous when I told you not to worry about your outfit tonight," he chuckled. "Having a good time so far, pet?"

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Despite himself, a little shiver of pleasure went through Charlie at the praise and he relaxed more into Cairo. Absolutely fucking ridiculous how easily he caved to the older man after being frustrated with him not that long ago. He'd been about to retort with something, but then Cairo was kissing him and Charlie's lips parted with a soft moan, his hands moving to hike up the man's shirt. The younger man was barely aware of the magic that removed his clothes, much more focused on kissing Cairo eagerly. And then the man pulled back and Charlie exhaled softly, eyeing him before he laughed softly. "I just might." Even as he spoke, the dragon was moving back a bit so that he could get at Cairo's pants, opening them and tugging them down just enough to wrap a hand around the man's cock, stroking him quickly.

"Good boy." Cairo praised as his let his hands moved up the dragon's thighs and massaged them before shifting around to his ass with one the other going to his back to pull him in closer. "Like it when you behave." He muttered against the younger's lips then pressed his own against them to stifle any reply. He kissed the younger deeply using his magic to disrobe the dragon effortlessly. "Not good for you to hold grudges." He added leaning back on the to look the naked form over and then smiled at him. "Should show me just how much you missed me for all those days you did hold that little grudge of yours."

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"Good to know. I try to avoid having anything to do with most of the vampires around here." Though there were some he was okay with, Charlie generally had a pretty negative opinion about the masters. He didn't think anyone could blame him for that. The dragon had been about to shake the other man's hand, but then Cyril pulled back and Charlie let his own hand drop. "Nice to meet you, Cyril, I'm Charlie. And, uh, yeah, I have been. About seven years or so now, I think? Got a break for a few months, but then got my ass landed back in here." He paused, sarcasm leaking into his voice with his next word. "Yay."

His brows raised, numerous things coming to mind from his question but he knew he couldn't say them all, couldn't even say most of them. "It's.. fine," He hesitated between words, as if examining each one closely before he let it leave his mouth, "Most are nice. Perhaps too nice." Really, he hadn't expected to have met so many so soon. He was gathering more acquaintances than he ever had in his whole life. Maybe, possibly, soon-to-be friends.

His face scrunched slightly, but only because he knew too well what that 'holier than thou' attitude looked like. "Definitely not a vampire. Definitely not holier than anyone," In fact, to Cyril, he was quite the opposite. In his eyes, he deserved an eternity in hell for what he had done, even if it had been well deserved. "I'm Cyril, by the way," He stuck a hand out for the other to shake, but was quick to retract it at the idea of being touched. Instead, he gave him a small smile, fingers clenching loosely into a fist at his side, "Have you been here.. long?"

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The dragon just stared back at the older man, both of his eyebrows raised and starting to look a little uncomfortable the longer the silence went on. Charlie wasn't entirely sure what Raphael wanted him to say here, if only because it seemed like everything he'd said so far had been wrong. He stiffened for just a second at the sudden grip on his arm, only relaxing when it seemed like Raphael wasn't angry with him. "You could have just said that earlier. Some people are into discussing it, y'know. Foreplay and all that shit." He grumbled, very much prepared to suddenly be teleported from the ballroom and into the suite.

Charlie still almost fell over when the ghoul spun him around, wobbling for a second before he caught himself. It seemed like Raphael was even more eager than him to fuck, which was perfectly fine with Charlie. The dragon turned around to eye his master, carefully stepping over the gown pooled around his feet and walked closer to his master, taking in the outfit before he moved to obey. Charlie was a little more careful getting the top half of the suit off, even though he knew his master could likely afford to buy a lot more, but his impatience grew as he moved further down Raphael's body. The dragon practically yanked his pants and boxers down before he dropped to his knees in front of Raphael. Reaching out, Charlie wrapped a hand around his master's cock, stroking him a few times before he leaned in closer, taking the head between his lips. He took a few steady breaths before slowly taking Raphael's length as much as he could, staying still for a few seconds before he began to bob his head.

"It's incredible how you manage to miss the point," Raphael drawled. Good thing he didn't claim either of his slaves for their brains. He stared down at his dragon with a single raised brow, letting the silence linger for a moment while he waited for Charlie to realize he also didn't claim him for conversation. That would probably take too long so he gave up after a few more beats and gripped his slave's arm. "I'd rather act than discuss sex, there's nothing to discuss about it." He'd get his way and either Charlie would have fun too (more than likely) or he wouldn't; it didn't really matter to Raph in the end.

In a flash, the two of them teleported out of the ballroom and back into the suite's master bedroom. He spun Charlie around so he could unzip the gown and push it gently down the other's legs until it pooled around his ankles with not a tear in sight. It'd live another day and so would his sassy little slave. "Make yourself useful, pet," he instructed as he stood before Charlie now. "Undress me and get my dick nice and wet for your greedy ass."

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The dragon narrowed his eyes at Ransom, clearly not caring too much for the younger man's tone. It baffled Charlie why Raphael wanted to claim the guy in the first place, personally feeling that one dragon in the suite was enough. But, of course, his opinion didn't matter. "The fuck did you do to end up in the Undercroft, anyway?"

"Sure you're smart enough to find a way." Ransom doubted he was. Charlie didn't seem smart all things considered. Mason either. But he had not intentions of playing nice. Course he was sure Raph already figured that out. Ransom wasn't known for being particularly clam and he'd been getting a lot worse as time went on. Now he had little to lose since he was already in the undercroft.

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Charlie had been very nearly in tears again, thinking back to just how damn scary Raphael had been...when Finn smacked him upside the head and jolted him right out of it. "Ow! What the fuck, dad?!" The dragon moved to rub a hand against where he'd been smacked, giving the older man a disgruntled look. He'd been about to go on, but then Finn was ripping into him and Charlie winced, his mouth snapping shut. As much as he might hate to admit it, his dad had a point -- what had he been expecting to happen? But it wasn't like Charlie always thought shit like this through, so it wasn't his fault, really, that he hadn't realized Raphael might behave a certain type of way. "Listen." Charlie began, sounding defensive. "I dunno, I didn't think he'd act psychopathic about the whole fucking thing. He's -- Jesus Christ, he's obsessed with Gaudet and I don't think he's going on and on to the guy about wanting to improve him or some shit."

Finn crossed his arms over his chest soon as Charlie got started with his tale of woe, immediately having an idea where shit was going the second he heard what spell he thought would be fun to hit the Italian fuckwad with. He somehow managed to stay quiet until he heard the whole story and it wasn't even a second of silence before Finn smacked his idiot son upside the back of the head.

"Are you fuckin' stupid?" he snapped. "What the fuck did you think would happen hittin' that psychotic ghoul with an obsession spell? Oh, did you think he'd turn into Prince Fuckin' Charmin' and sweep you off your feet, Stupidrella? You saw the shit in his house in Italy, you see the shit he does here to you and others, what fuckin' clue did you get indicated he would behave normally with that kind of spell over his slave?"

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Charlie just smirked up at Mason, raising his eyebrows in response to the look that he was getting. Tempting as the vibrator spell was, he wouldn't do it, if only because he was sure that the werewolf would come up with some creative way to get back at him. "I do kind of like the idea of you begging." He teased, his hold on Mason tightening slightly as the man started to grind down against him. The older moan groaned softly, nipping into the kiss before he nodded. "I think that's a great idea, actually."

The werewolf chuckled as he looked down at Charlie, eyebrow raising slightly at the mention of the vibrator spell. "You wanna torment me with a vibrator spell, Charlie? Wanna hear me begging for some relief?" He murmured against his roommate's neck, his hips grinding down against the dragon's. "Maybe I should've hit you with it instead. I bet you would've liked that," Mason purred, trailing his lips to meeting Charlie's once more. "Why don't I find a vibrator to tease you with. I think I'll enjoy fucking and edging you with it."

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"I thought, y'know, the obsession spell would work on him like a normal person. Which, uh...now that I think about it, was kind of a stupid assumption?" As if Raphael had ever been normal, but Charlie had just been a little jealous and not thinking straight. "He tied me up to the bed and started to talk about improving me and that he'd let me enjoy my last few nights as a person..." His breathing hitched a little and the dragon's jaw clenched as he tried to make himself calm down. "And I know about all the messed up shit he's done with slaves he gets bored with."

"Alright." Finn furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, looking Charlie over from head to toe. His kid was still in one piece physically so lord knew what that meant. Guess he'd have to ask again to get more details. "What happened?"

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The dragon seemed to frequently find himself in bed with one of Raphael's sons, so he was very sure that this would happen more than once. Especially since the siren looked so damn much like the ghoul. Charlie snorted softly at the little pet name, moving to drop his front forward, resting on his elbows and bit down on his bottom lip as Enzo's fingers trailed along his skin. "Please?" He began, spreading his legs a bit more to expose more of himself to Enzo. "I think I prefer Italian." The younger man replied, well aware of just why that was.

Pleased when Charlie did as he was told, Enzo watched him for a moment, admiring the positioning and that lovely ass on display for him. The dragon was right, it was definitely going to happen more than once if Lorenzo had anything to say about it. He chuckled at the bossy little question, tilting his head slightly and raising an eyebrow. "Ask me nicely, pequeño dragón," Lorenzo countered with a smirk playing at his features as he moved closer to the bed, running his fingertips along Charlie's spine and over the curve of his ass. "Or perhaps I should be calling you piccolo drago instead. Which do you prefer, italiano or español?"

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The dragon raised his eyebrows right back at the other man, his own expression nearing cautious. Charlie made a point of avoiding the masters whenever possible since most of them just pissed him off, but he was never sure about the villagers. At least it seemed like most of them didn't support the shit that went down in the castle, which made him more inclined to be friendly toward them. "How you finding it so far?" He asked, crossing his arms before he snorted softly at the question. "Yeah, I guess? Most of the vampires around here just give off holier than thou vibes."

Cyril's gaze dropped down to the other almost instantly, brows raising slightly at the height difference between them. Certainly a quick way to change his train of thoughts. It took him a second to process his question before he was giving him a short nod. "Yes. I just moved in," He answered honestly, eyes flicking down to note the collar around his neck. He seemed to be a slave, but he wasn't inside the Undercroft under watch so he assumed he was owned. It didn't exactly make him feel better about that fact, but it eased his nerves a bit.

"Are uh.. my 'vibes'.. good at least?" He ended up asking, unable to stop his curiosity of how other people saw him. With such a warped self image, it was impossible not to wonder how other's perceived him.