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Adrian led Daemon into his spacious quarters. It had taken almost a year of hard labour to accomplish what was essentially a small apartment in a cave, but Adrian wouldn't have it any other way. A set of sliding doors separated the living area from his bedroom, the white walls making it feel clean and fresh.

"My bedroom is in there," he said, pointing towards the open doors, "Feel free to go ahead of me. Or sleep on the couch. Whatever you're more comfortable with."

He himself crossed over to his desk, blueprints and masses of sheets strewed out across it haphazardly. He sat down and put on a pair of glasses. With his vampiric enhancements he no longer needed such things, but they were a force of habit and helped him to think.

He nodded, watching him for a few minute before going into his bedroom and crawling into the far side of bed, closing his eyes and relaxing, knowing he was safe and not alone.

Adrian began to write at an inhuman pace, sheets falling from his desk, his eyes focused and unmoving. He worked like that for at least 2 hours before his pen dropped, his hand immediately reaching for his record player. He put on a vinyl and leaned back, closing his eyes, not bothering to remove his glasses.

Have you got colour in your cheeks?
Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift
The type that sticks around like something in your teeth?
Are there some aces up your sleeve?
Have you no idea that you're in deep?
I dreamt about you nearly every night this week,
How many secrets can you keep?
Cause there's this tune I found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat,
Until I fall asleep,
Spilling drinks on my settee...

Daemon listene for a while, yawning and eventually falling asleep

Adrian clucked his tongue against the top of his mouth and after knocking back a shot of whiskey he rose from his seat, turning to the mirror and unbuttoning his shirt, slipping it off and changing into his pajama trousers, leaving his chest bare. Adrian was a very pale man anyway, but at the moment he looked deathly pale. Hungry.

Surface soon though.

He changed the record before crossing over to the bed and slipping in beside Daemon, lying on his back and closing his eyes, the music lulling him softly.

If this is to end in fire,
Then we should all burn together,
Watch the flames climb high into the night...

Daemon curled into him, similar to when he'd been on his lap, his forehead resting against Adrian's side, knees to his legs, but no more than that. He was covered up to his eyes in the blankets, which were closed as he slept, the music helping him to remain fast asleep.

Before Adrian drifted off he felt Daemon curl into him, and pulled the covers slightly higher over his always cool body.

I see fire,
Inside the mountain,
I see fire,
Burning the trees-

He fell asleep, his long lashes falling still on his cheeks.

Daemon actually slept rather easily, tucked against Adrian. When he awoke a few hours later, it was not naturally, but because of his machinery. There was a noise. His back was pressed up all the way against Adrian's front, and he stared out at the wall, furrowing his brows.

Adrian, being a light sleeper, stirred, his eyes fluttering open.

"What was that?" he murmured.

"Like I know" he scowled, crawling out of bed and padding out of sight, leaving the room for a few minutes as he investigated, and held up Adrian's stack of papers. "These fell" he murmured. He'd picked them up and organized them once more, but he seemed slightly irritated about it. He set them on Adrian's night stand and crawled back into bed, checking the time. One AM. Delightful.

Adrian sat up blinking.

"Please tell me you didn't touch my work."

He groaned. "They were in perfect order now I'll have to sort them out."

He began to get up when Baby appeared.

"Mr Fallon," she said smoothly, "I've been programmed to inform you that you're breaking number 8 of Melanie's Rules for Father list - Getting Out of Bed Before 6am."

"Dismissed, Baby."

He grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back down. "I know. I sorted them back out and stacked them, clipped and stuck them in a file. You're good" he insisted.

"But are they in order?" he demanded, his shoulder's relaxing a little, his hair no longer the strand-perfect sculpture but falling haphazardly into his green eyes.

"Mr Fallon if your health deteriorates any further we could lose you to bloodlust sooner than anticipated," informed Baby, "Resume your slumber."

"Yes" he soothed, pulling him back down and tucking him in, brushing his hair out of his eyes and making it neat so it wouldn't bug him. "I'll go through them again while you rest" he insisted. "But first you have to go back to sleep." he turned to the AI system. "I got it Baby...your voice will keep him up" he murmured quietly.

"Indeed," said Baby, "Goodnight Father, Brother."

"Mmm, goodnight Baby," mumbled Adrian sleepily, nuzzling his face into his pillow childishly. He felt better now his hair was not falling into his face, and incredibly comfortable.

"Good boy," he told Daemon, half asleep, before dozing off properly.

Daemon made sure he was asleep, watching him fondly before, getting out and tucking the blanket in around him. His eyes glowed, shedding enough light for him as he grabbed the documents and sat on the floor, starting to flip through them and make sure that they were indeed in order, stifling a yawn. After an hour, he'd check, rechecked, and then checked his recheck just to make sure. His eyes were half closed as he crawled back into Adrian's bed, falling asleep almost instantly after his head hit the pillow.

Deep in a sleep, Adrian unconsciously reached out and threw his arm over Daemon. Usually, the only ones who shared his bed would expect nothing less than to sleep in his arms, so the force of habit stuck. Adrian liked to sleep with teddy bears. A term of phrase of course, but he was a control freak, and liked to be in control even when he was sleeping.

Dae didn't mind in the least, snuggling into his chest and relaxing, drifting off after a few minutes. He woke again, his internal clock waking him at 5, and he gently pried himself away, tucked Adrian back in, and made coffee, pouring it into a mug and then pulling out Adrian's suit for the day, before waking him promptly at 6:00 am

Adrian's eyes fluttered open, looking up to see Daemon standing over him, attempting to wake him up.

"I'm awake," announced Adrian, sitting up and rubbing his eyes for a moment before standing up.

"Hot water is ready for you, Sir."

"Thanks, Baby."

He smirked at Daemon as he sauntered past him.

"Feel free to use whatever you like," he told Daemon, "And gratitude for making me go back to sleep last night. Sleep and I don't really see eye to eye."

He entered the bathroom, turning the shower on and getting in. He left the bathroom door open so that he could continue his conversation.

"There's better food in my kitchen than in the Mess Hall," he called out.

Daemon gazed after him, sitting at the table and waiting for Adrian to leave the shower, politely not looking. "It's no problem, really. I like to help..and I must say...you're easy to sleep with" he murmured softly, glancing to the cup of coffee he'd made Adrian going cold.

"Mm," replied Adrian, "I don't snore."

He climbed out the shower, wrapping a gray towel around his waist and padding into the kitchen, picking up a cup there.

"Is this mine?" he asked, taking a sip, "Hm, iced coffee. Not bad."

He glanced down at Daemon.

"Was I not direct enough earlier?" he asked, "I told you to eat."

He opened the fridge and began to pull out various breakfast ingredients, immediately starting to make him eggs.

Daemon flinched "apologies" he murmured. "I meant to keep the coffee warm.." he mumbled softly, head down. He didn't even acknowledge he was supposed to eat, more upset that his perfect plan wasn't perfect.

"I like iced coffee," reasoned Adrian, putting the eggs into a pan. He took out a jar of oil when he jerked, dropping the jar so that it smashed across the floor. He grabbed his neck tightly.

"Oh fuck," he rasped, "Finish the eggs, I'll be right back."

He stumbled into a side room, opening a fridge in there, and pulling out several blood bags, practically inhaling them.

Daemon watched him quietly, picking up the glass pieces of the jar, wiping up the oil and tending to the eggs, putting them on a plate and making bacon as well, making a plate for himself and one for Adrian, not sure if he ate human foods. He watched him and smiled. "I like you"

"Yes," said Adrian, "That is usually the case with most."

He crossed back into the kitchen, blood dripping from his chin.

"More to the point," he said, "I like you, which is a little less common."

He gazed down at the food and smirked. It smelled good.

"You're like a housewife," he taunted.

He scowled, wiping the blood off of his chin. "Am not" he retorted halfheartedly, though he knew it was mostly true, flopping down and digging into his food hungrily. "Well I'm glad the feeling's mutual" he murmured softly, hiding his slight excitement at that statement.

Adrian sat opposite him, and began to eat. Food was not a necessity for Adrian but he still enjoyed the taste of it.

"Daddy."

"Baby?"

"You're leaving tonight."

"Who decided that?"

"Logic, sir."

He shrugged, eating the rest of his food with practiced grace. He stood up, taking both plates and setting them in the sink, washing them in a matter of minutes. He was still wearing his towel.

"Come on," he said to Daemon, "We need to get dressed."

He couldn't help but stare at Adrian's back for a moment before blushing and looking away, head down. He got up. "Are the clothes I'm wearing not good enough, sir?" he pushed, smirking slightly as he padded after him and gazing up at him curiously. "I laid a suit out for you" he murmured, gesturing to the suit on the bed.

"Thank you," said Adrian. He pointed over to a little cabinet. "Choose me a tie."

He, without a second thought, dropped the towel and began to get dressed. With a simple squirt of mousse he slicked his hair back and gave three short sprays of Chanel Egoiste before arching a brow.

"Your clothes are General Citizen clothes," said Adrian, "You're the Brother now."

He crossed over to a dresser and began to route through it. He was slightly bigger than Daemon but he was sure he had something that would fit him. Half the clothes in there weren't even his.

Daemon rolled his eyes and grabbed three ties, a deep blue one, a silver one with black etchings, and a green plain tie. He wandered over and held each one up next to Adrian, draping the blue tie over Adrian's shoulder and putting the other ones away. "Blue looks very good on you" he nodded, watching him rifle through the clothes.

"Blue it is," mused Adrian, pulling out a white shirt and black suit trousers, and holding them out to him.

"Here," he said, "Put these on."

He threw the tie around his neck and went back over to his desk. Wow. He really had taken it upon himself to organize the incessant scribblings of Adrian.

Daemon nodded, undressing just as shamelessly as Adrian had been, changing into his new outfit, glancing at himself in the mirror. "I look weird" he grumbled weakly, fixing the collar of his shirt and staring at himself. Finally he rolled his sleeves up to the elbow, pulling it out of his pants so his shirt looked slightly rumpled now, but he felt better looking like that. "Is this...okay?" he mumbled softly, glancing up at him uncertainly.

"Mhm," replied Adrian, "So very edgy, Daemon."

Then again, edgy suited Daemon. Suited Adrian too but then he couldn't stand such disorder. It made him completely uncomfortable. Adrian looked at his morning agenda.

"I have a meeting with Melanie," he said, "Shall we skip it?"

He smirked, pulling his shoes back on and following Adrian, glancing down at his tablet at Adrian's schedule. "Most definitely" he nodded, smiling slightly. "We should get ready to go instead"

The thought of the feast he'd have tonight was mouthwatering.

"Outstanding idea."

He doubled back and opened his closet again, looking inside, and pulled out two long black coats.

"It's winter," he told him, "Leave these out for later."

He nodded, taking them out and laying them on the bed, sorting them out, starting to grab more sets of suits and laying them out for Adrian, along with underwear, socks, shoes and such, but he didn't have anything for himself, so all he had was the black overcoat on his spot of the bed. He set his tablet down, closing it, and went back to Adrian for more things.

"I have a house full of clothes," said Adrian, "That will fit you, but we're staying in a hotel so we'll need clothes for the first few days."

He shrugged.

"We can shop."

"I don't care" he shrugged. "I can just wear this until we reach the house" he shrugged, gazing around the apartment. "Are we ready?"

"Yes," said Adrian, "We certainly are."

((Night!))

((Good night! :) )) Daemon nodded and grabbed two suitcases from under Adrian's bed, neatly holding the undergarments in each along with the jackets, putting the suits in hanger sleeves and laying them on top. "There"

Adrian crossed over to the chest of drawers and popped the bottom in the first on, procuring a black handgun from it and a knife. He threw them casually atop the clothes and zipped them up.

He grabbed the suitcases, closing them carefully and picking them up, making sure Adrian had everything he'd need. He held both suitcases in one hand, the sleeves of suits in the other.

"To the lift," said Adrian, "Screw tonight, I want to go now."

He cocked his head.

"You mind? Wait. Why am I asking. Let's go."

Daemon smirked slightly "Same here" he admitted, trotting after him without complaint, keeping close behind him and humming softly to himself. "What's your house like?"

"It's very big, cold and beautiful," he listed, "Makes you feel like you've just walked into the 18th century mansion of a rabid debt collector."

Adrian pursed his lips, god how he hated that house. He never stayed the night there, too many disgustingly horrible memories.

He rose an eyebrow. "That doesn't sound pleasant at all" he mused, watching him. "Why do you not care for that place?"

"Hm," said Adrian with a smirk, "Like I'd tell you, kid."

He probably would at some point. He really did love the sound of his own voice. It wasn't vanity, more of an observation. In his opinion anyway.

He rolled his eyes, gazing ahead instead "alright" he murmured, knowing full well he'd probably be told at a later date. "Mel's gonna be pissed"

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