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[StainedCrimson]

"While no one may be stopping me it'd be easy to see why I still shouldn't." The head tilts to one side slightly while the elder gives a slight rolling shrug. "Outside of the fact that I'm a tad too tired to properly see to my bed partner at the moment, I also have to think that it'd be a bit uncomfortable for you. Not too mention it'd just be tacky, of which I am not." Seeing the other accept and start to eat the food offered to him, a small nod of approval is given before grabbing his own.

 

Sitting down on the couch, a leg indeed lightly pressing against the younger seated on the floor, he starts to eat as well. Hearing the comment about beer causes him to chuckle. "A bit young for that aren't you? Though I can't really say much, I started earlier than you are now... Even if beer was never my go to for a long time." Musing aloud while eating he glances back down at the other. "Is your head feeling better? Not too swollen or tender still?" Setting down the plate, a hand goes over to lightly touch the area in question.

 

After a light touch the hand is pulled back and the owner of the hand shifts before looking back at the plate. "You mentioned a girlfriend. Did you want to call her and let her know what happened?" While the question comes out in a mild tone, there are small physical signs that the idea is disliked. Such as the clenched hand on the fork or the slight tensing between the shoulders. Though he couldn't really explain the sudden possessive streak.

[|WW|]

"You've just returned apparently and the fact you could just string one in so easily is a bit disturbing," he retorted dryly to the comment of bed partners. Well, he assumed Ryu had just returned. Why else would he be in a hotel? Taking a few more bites his gaze locked to the tv, keeping his attention on the bright screen; which sadly didn't help his head. Bright light seemed to not be very gentle to his continuing headache. Sighing he looked down, eyes closing while he reached up to lightly rub the lids covering them.

 

"I drink beer casually with friends. Sometimes a few at home. I think I prefer wine though." Glancing up he poked his glasses back up his nose, giving a small glance to the leg that was brushing against his bicep. The closeness was a bit uncomfortable, but he didn't pull away for the sake of seeming childish to the other for such a reaction. He was really sitting next to his Uncle. It was honestly hard to believe. All of it was like some very strange dream. He still didn't know what to feel. Angry, sad, mad, broken-hearted. Too many things bundled up after one too many years.

 

When asked how he felt, his shoulders rolled lightly, softly gliding up along the leg rested against him. The touch at the back of his head caught him off-guard, and he winced out of reaction rather than actual pain. Dark hair softly spilled over his shoulder and cheek, blocking his features for a moment. "Ah, i-it's okay. Just a headache, the skin is tender." He leaned forward, going back to his meal feeling his heart impolitely thunder in his chest. Ah damn, it had just been a light touch, but remembering how his youthful mop had been ruffled and touched so many times- it brought back some more memories.

 

Cameron hadn't really seen the momentary slip in Ryu's behavior at the girlfriend question, as he was paying a bit too close of attention to his plate. "Girlfriend?" He frowned and then realized the reasoning behind that. Well, she was a girl, and his friend, so the wording hadn't been too off. "Ah, she's a friend from high school. She goes to the University too. Works strange hours or I would have called her. I'll text her later."

 

He should have texted her to begin with, he was sure she would have rushed right over- work or not. But he tried not to be spoiled by her, even though she was a sort of life boat being one of his only friends to speak of. "Guess I can try to stay awake for a while, so you won't have to keep waking me up." Forking up the last of his meal he set the utensil down, reaching up to rub his neck over the bandage.

[StainedCrimson]

"Just about anyone can go to a bar or establishments if they want to meet someone. Depending on what they're looking for and their looks, one nighters are especially easy. And you can't say that I'm unattractive despite my old age can you?" He lightly teases glancing back at the young adult briefly. "So despite my age I could easily find a partner in one of those situations if I so chose. Though I bet you have your own flock of admirers don't you? You've grown up to be a good looking man, just like I thought you would..." He muses faintly.

 

Hearing that Cameron prefers wine causes a slight surprised look to appear. "Really now? I have to say I'm a bit surprised. Well, maybe after a few more hours if your headache goes away I'll break open a bottle I brought with me so long as you don't mind a slightly sweet red." He offers a faint smile before frowning slightly though some of his mood is uplifted hearing the explanation about this friend of his, though the lingering headache still worries him a little. "If you want to stay up then maybe I should round up some medicine for you. I think I have a bottle of ibuprofen somewhere..."

 

If it was discomfort or pain he'd inflicted then there would be some enjoyment and fun to be had, but since Cameron's pain came from others and is serious, he finds himself more irritated and worried. Part of him wants to go back out and hunt down the ones responsible and make sure they get a good taste as to why this particular boy is off limits. As soon as the thought crosses his mind, he slumps down with a sigh. As if he has any right, even if a relationship of that sort was possible between them and Cameron was receptive to it.

[|WW|]

Cameron's mind went wild, trying to imagine all the different partners his Uncle could procure in a single evening. Had the man always been that open about such things? Well, no, of course not. Last they'd met he'd been a child, so of course things were revolving around more grown up conversation. He couldn't quite put a finger on why it made him a bit aggravated to think of all those women, but he had a small idea.

 

He'd looked up to this male. Hell, he practically worshipped his Uncle, having been the only one to truly spare the time of day for him. He'd never considered things from an attraction stand-point. Now that he was older, he possibly could have felt some pull; his Uncle wasn't bad looking at all. Just an older form of the handsome man he'd known. "What am I supposed to say to that?" He questioned back, peering back over his shoulder with those deep browns.

 

"And no, I don't have a flock of women swooning over me. Not that I know of. Can't say I'd like it even if I did." Being on the anti-social side of the spectrum him having friends was a miracle, let alone bed partners. He wasn't a virgin, he'd already popped his youth well enough. Though he couldn't say he'd had too many repeated experiences. He was sadly lacking in intimacy. He was down right awkward. People got hurt when they were too close to others.

 

He sighed, rubbing his neck for a bit longer to ease the small burning beneath. Though the bastards had merely punctured the skin, it still stung a bit. Probably would be better off not wearing the bandage which tended to rub the spots while protecting from infection. Hearing the promise of wine in his future did give him more reason to stay awake. The time would go faster. "I don't mind something sweet, nor red." He nodded, approving. Pushing up from the floor he slid himself onto the couch next to Ryu, letting himself relax a bit. "It's okay, I can do without the meds. If I drink, I don't want them anyway." Sensible answer.

 

"So how about we drop the niceties and get to the main subject." He spoke calmly, though he didn't feel it. Looking over at Ryu as the man sighed, he tipped his head in question. "You care to tell me why you didn't feel the need to ever grant me a single phone call, letter, hell ..even a post card?" Okay so he wasn't entirely calm, his voice cracked the slightest while asking.

[StainedCrimson]

Laughing softly, he sets the empty plate on the table. "You don't have to say anything. And while I would say flocks is a bit much, I'm sure you have your fair share. Not all of whom are female I'm sure." He turns slightly muttering. "If you're into them that is." Taking a sip of his drink before setting it down and refacing Cameron, he leans back against the couch. "Believe me when I say having to deal with a flock of women is a pain. Men aren't much better when they flock, but they don't tend to be as grabby or manipulative."

 

There had never been any attraction to the opposite sex, though of course appreciation of looks and character are there. Still, overall he finds women to be unattractive and only into him for his money and the life he can offer them. The few times a woman has been able to lay a hand on him to indicate sexual interest, he had felt his skin crawl in repulsion and had to do all he could to not shove them away physically.

 

Shoving a hand through the messy strands that have fallen into his face, a nod is given. "That is true, but if you waited about two hours then it should be okay. If your headache gets worse then the wine will have to wait and you're taking some medicine." His tone, for the first time of the night, gets a bit firm and brooks no room for argument.

 

Sagging slightly at the unavoidable conversation, a silence follows while the elder's head bows slightly as the gaxe settles on the clasped hands on his lap. Finally he slowly starts to speak. "At first I was very busy. That first two weeks I barely was able to eat let alone think of calling you, though I wanted to. The time difference was another factor even once I finally got my own place two months in and work settled down. During that time I did send some postcards and even tried to call you. At first I thought you weren't responding because you were upset."

 

Leaning back, one arm goes over the back of the couch while the other shoves back into his hair obscuring his face as a heavy sigh is let out. "...I don't want to speak bad of your father, but he's the reason why even my attempts stopped." Rubbing his face, still not looking at the other, the explanation slowly continues. "I was told after trying for another month to get word from you, that if I didn't stop your father was going to not only press charges against me but ensure that we'd never see each other ever again. Or at the very least make it so I couldn't come back and keep all information of my whereabouts hidden from you. It wasn't until I was being transferred back that I found out your father had passed away years ago." Of course it wasn't just the threat against him personally that had made him stop, but the threats he'd made towards Cameron, his own son, that had made Ryuuchi reluctantly pull back.

[|WW|]

It had taken everything he had not to turn sheet-white at the topic. Men flocks? Men? Wait, what? He was certain this subject was going somewhere he'd not ever considered; especially something for his Uncle. Clearing his throat a touch, the temperature in the room seemed to elevate slightly; or was that his own temperature. Perhaps steam would release from his ears. That's how blown-away he was by that near confession. If you're in to them, Ryu had said. Cameron didn't even know what to think of it, so an answer was no option.

 

His Uncle liked men. That's what he'd said, kind of, right? Cameron was still recovering from that while the subject of taking medicine came up again. The tone he received was familiar also. It meant no arguing. Even when he was young he didn't often get that tone, but when he had, he'd behaved himself. He'd of done anything not to disappoint his Uncle. He sighed to that, feeling a touch defeated for letting the man who just strolled right back in have a say in what he did. Fine, he'd take the meds- after they talked though.

 

Cameron listened, truly wanting the answers. There was just no way to get around it anymore. If things were different he could have asked right off the bat; but their night had been very eventful, even chaotic to a point. "Well of course I was upset. I waited, and waited, but nothing. Can you imagine all the things that were going through my head at that age?" He frowned deeply, his Father becoming the next portion of the conversation. He knew well enough his only parent was a an ass, but to think he would do something like this? No, he didn't quite understand the reasoning behind it. "I know my Father was lacking in many ways, but why would he do something like that? Was it because you were leaving the company like you had told me? Was he angry for that?"

 

Teeth came down to lightly graze his lower lip, tugging at the skin gently as he thought things through. It made no sense to him. "But you helped him with me. You were there more than he ever was. Why would he push you out when he obviously enjoyed dumping his burden on someone else?" That may have been surprising coming from the adult version of that little sweet boy, but he wasn't blind nor stupid. He'd figured things out well enough. He'd been nothing but a burden to his Father, and a reminder of the woman he'd lost. Never mind what Cameron had needed, it was all about a selfish mans whims.

 

"I just can't see him going so far for something so trivial. And you," he looked up, eyes narrowing,"must not be telling me everything." He leaned in, showing he was heated on the subject. "Ten years. Do you understand? Ten. That's more than enough time to get back here and somehow get word to me. I would have done the same for you. I wouldn't have cared about the consequences. You were important to-," he stopped, reaching up to rub his head at the small throb from stressing himself further. "I'd been told you were tired of taking care of a spoiled brat." He whispered, the hurt in that statement obvious.

[StainedCrimson]

Silence is all Cameron gets during his rebuttal, a soft sad expression on the elder's face as he listens. "I know it was hard on you Cameron. That made it harder to pull back and I don't wish to ruin the image you have of your father even further, but suffice it to say that you didn't know a lot of true personality. For that much I can at least say I'm grateful. Though I did warn him that if he every did do anything ot you nothing he did would compare to what I would do in return." The last sentence is said softly, gaze and focused on his clenched hands in his lap as the memory resurfaces.

 

Shaking his head he carries on, his glance sliding over to pin the younger male. "All I will say is that yes, I am keeping things from you but only because I don't want you burdened by them nor ruin what little positive memory or affection you might have your father. Also...There was a lot of history between us that you don't know and sad to say that was why he went so crazy in retaliation."

 

A hand comes up to gently but firmly holds the other's cheek. "But I will get rid of this ridiculous notion he put into your head. I was never tired of you Cam. and if you were spoiled at all it is because I made you that way and spoiled you almost rotten when I had you. It might not have made up for the neglect your father gave you, but I did honestly adore you and wanted to care for you as best I could. If I had been able to I would have taken you with me when I left."

 

That was something he'd tried to do and even suggested to David one of the times he'd actually been able to talk to him in the beginning. It'd been shut down immediately. By that point he'd wanted to make Ryuuchi pay for what he felt was not only abandoning him, but the job and their friendship as well. And what better way to hurt him than to take away the one person he cared for?

 

"I honestly did think about just snatching you away, but then I thought of what that might do to you. You had friends, and some sense of stability... And I didn't want to imagine what your father would do if he felt angered by my stealing you away. Then after so many years went by, I thought not trying anymore would be easier for both of us in case you had come to hate me or had forgotten about me." Those thoughts had tortured him but he'd accepted it as his due for leaving the small boy behind.

[|WW|]

A bitter sound left him, reaching up to tuck a few longer strands safely behind an ear. "Honestly speaking, ruining my Father's image isn't exactly hard to do since he did that for himself. I've found out a lot of things through the years of being tossed around like a sack of potato's, or something even less useful." Soft browns dropped to his hands which were rested in his lap, tightening against one another to the point his knuckles went a touch pale from pressure- mirroring Ryu's.

 

He didn't understand why so many things had to be kept from him. He was an adult wasn't he? What could possibly be worse than what he'd already been through? His chest ached, like something inside had been squeezed relentlessly. It hurt. Whether it was being jerked around by his own blood, or being left behind by someone he had considered a lifeline at that point in his life; it was all very painful and infuriating.

 

His lips twitched, curving the slightest as he told he'd been spoiled only because of Uncle. The hand that touched him was warm, though it gave him chills at the same time. He couldn't deny that he'd been treated the best with the older, their last weekend proof of just how far the man had gone to give Cameron a good time. But there were so many years after that, and those years had been truly life altering. His trust of the world and the people in it, it just wasn't what it used to be. He didn't know if those feelings could return so easily just because of a few pretty words he'd longed to hear as a child.

 

He pulled away from the hand, pushing up to stand. It was getting harder to stay still. He walked away from the couch, turning to pace in the small space which brought him crossing in front of the tv a few times. "I... I wish you would have. No, I would have wished for you to take me away from that awful man. But let's be honest here. I had plenty of time to think about it." He turned, looking to Ryu with a serious expression. "You were young yourself, right? I would have been in the way. No matter how I look at it I was a burden in so many ways. You worked constantly, but you always managed to come see me. What time did you have for yourself? I didn't really get these things back then."

 

He chewed his lower lip, softy biting of the now wet surface. "Ugh, I don't even know where I'm going with this. I'm mad. I'm down right pissed actually. I'm hurt and distrustful. I'm a lot of things I shouldn't be. Or is this sort of thing normal for a cast-off like myself?" Bitterness showed in the way his body tensed, the muscles straining as he tried some way to control all the emotion rolling through him. It was as though he was on the verge of crying, or was it exploding? The poor thing didn't know what to do. "I'm so damn confused. How could ever think I'd forgotten you." Eyes misted before he looked away, reaching up to wipe at them.

[StainedCrimson]

Meeting that hurt, angry and serious face cut him deep. If he could turn back time he'd have said to hell with David and whisked the boy away regardless. Still, what has been done can't be undone and now he will have to live with the consequences of his choices. Though even now the conviction that just to get back at him David would have sent officials to snatch Cameron back only to put him through an even worse kind of hell.

 

"Seeing what my absence has done to you, I wish I would have to. Though it wouldn't have been much better of a life for you with me than with your father. I was lucky to sleep in my bed two or three times a week for quite a long time." He looks down briefly before refocusing on the young male while standing up. "It doesn't excuse my actions, but it wasn't just the threats from your father that stayed my hand back then... No, it was also the fear that I'd end up being no better to you than him."

 

When Cameron calls himself a burden, Ryuuchi frowns and gives the boy a light smack. Not even enough to do more than lightly sting and turn the cheek pink, but it's the first time the elder has ever risen a hand and hit the other. "Don't you ever let me hear you call yourself a burden again. You became the only reason I came around anymore back then. I looked forward to spending time with you and spoiling you, it was never a bother to me and not something I'll let you diminish."

 

Sighing softly, the hand comes back up to lightly stroke the stricken flesh. "I was young and not ready for the responsibility of taking in a child. As much as I loved you, the thought of being the only one to care for and raise you nearly scared me senseless. No one, not myself especially, can blame you for feeling pissed, hurt and distrustful towards others and then the one responsible."

 

A sad and self-depreciating smile forms as he continues. "And how could I not think you wouldn't forget me if you didn't just hate me all together? You were so young and ten years is a long time. When I was told of my being transferred back I had half-convinced myself that I'd come to find you happily moved on with some pretty girl or something, and just greeted with a blank stare or thinly veiled hatred if I approached you. I'm glad it isn't quite that bad though it is a little crushing to see you're not anywhere near as happy as I'd hoped you be once free from your father." Finishing softly he slowly pulls back after wiping a few wayward tears.

[|WW|]

"Anything would have been better than that man," he responded bitterly, the dislike of his Parent rolling off him in silent waves. "The times I saw him were too brief, and when I did it was nothing but a small conversation on what I -needed- be and what I -should- be doing. Never a hello, or a how are you? Not one damn I love you, or I'm proud of you. The man took whatever it was he felt straight to the grave; stupid unrelenting demon."

 

He'd yearned for something, anything that would have eased his young heart. Just a simple pat on the head, a smile, an encouraging word. Something that proved his Father wasn't just a sperm donor and a horrific beast in charge of his wealthy castle. When Ryu had left, all those things he needed left with him. All those things he couldn't get from the man he wanted it most, were gone in the wind.

 

The slap was unexpected, and the tears that had been gathering escaped down the slightly stinging surface. Brown eyes widened slightly as he reached up to lightly touch the warm skin. He looked bemused briefly, as though no one had ever gone so far as to give him a nice physical reality check. At least not in that way. He hadn't even managed to piss a woman off enough to get a nice smack, and that was amazing considering his sour behavior. Ryu's fingers brushed his own, gently caressing the pink skin as he stared in silence, his words momentarily stolen away by shock.

 

The man standing in front of him was still like a dream. A painful one, but deep inside he'd really yearned for the vision to return to him. It wasn't just in his head because of the nice skull-bump from earlier. Ryu was honestly standing in front of him, and they were really having this conversation. How many times had he come up with every last word he wanted to give? He couldn't remember any of it now in the face of someone he'd truly adored. It was easier to imagine than being faced with reality, something material and very much alive.

 

Seeing tears escape his Uncle he frowned a touch, not sure what to do. His emotions were a complete mess, but the sweet boy was still somewhere in there- and he didn't like tears. He'd shed too little himself, having put up a shield of stubbornness to cover the bottled feelings. Having so much bottled up for so long was not an easy burden to carry. He could imagine perhaps this man also had many veils of discomfort. Damn, he'd actually got smacked. Cameron still wasn't sure what to do with that issue either. For a moment he looked like he may just tuck-tail and escape to another room, his body language showing he was restless and nervous.

[StainedCrimson]

Seeing the boy remain in a shocked and disbelief state, he sighs and maneuvers the other onto the couch. "Stay here. I'll get us that wine. Seems like we could both use a glass or two..." He mutters going into the small kitchen-like area to pull a bottle out of the fridge. Popping the cork then taking the bottle and two glasses with him, he down then pours them both a glass. Handing one over to Cameron, he then takes a long sip of his own.

 

After letting a long silence linger between them, and having had some of his wine, he tops their glasses before speaking. "To get off of heavy subjects for just a little bit, though we still have some things to talk about, how about you get me caught up on your life? Mine is obviously very boring and straightforward, but I'm sure you have some stories to tell hmm? Friends, hobbies, dates that were both amazing and absolutely horrible..." He lightly prods wanting to catch up a least a little on what he's missed. Though some anger and jealousy of not being there and responsible for some of the firsts rears its head.

 

I'm not sure why I'm asking about his love life... It's not like he'll want to tell me about that after all this time. While thinking to himself, another long swallow of the wine is taken as he knows very well why he's asking. Having seen what a adorable and attractive man the boy he cared for turned into, the feeling of being cheated out of what should be his is there. Every tear and bit of that body's first belongs to him even if the now grown boy has no interest in such relationships. However, having seen teasing previews of the body along with the tearful face is bring forth a side of the elder which Cameron has no idea even exists.

[|WW|]

It was probably a good thing Ryu took hold of the situation. Cam was still remotely in shock, and a serious flight risk. Like a rabbit he'd of tucked and ran out of the room if it saved him from just standing there not knowing what to do. Wine sounded like a good idea. Very good. Sliding back onto the couch he blinks, reaching up to wipe at the wet streaks that had been left behind by the falling tears. "Y-yeah, okay." They'd been brief, but honestly that was more than he'd cried in quite some time. His anger had somehow deflated, or retreated for the moment. But everything else was still hovering close, waiting for one thing to shift his mood.

 

Waiting, he reached out and took the glass offered. Dazed eyes stared down into the red contents before he took a small sip, letting the liquid bathe his tongue and mouth. He'd didn't go so far as to swish it around or act proper about it. He just wanted the alcohol at the moment, manners and taste could come another time. With that thought, he took a nice long drink, letting the sweetness of the grapes slide down his throat. He sighed out, licking his lips at the burst of flavor and the warmth that settled in his stomach. Ah, he really -did- like wine though. As a young man he'd gotten himself into the wine cellar a time or two unnoticed, and well teens did tend to do things they weren't supposed too. Even ones with rich upbringing.

 

Taking a moment to think things over, he rested his arm over the couches armrest, fingers lightly tapping on the material. "I have one friend, which we discussed. And acquaintances from university. I can't say there has been anything terribly exciting you've missed out on. I studied to get good grades in high school. I didn't attend prom, and I didn't get class president or any title for that matter. I just did my work and went home." Sounded kind of pathetic when he heard himself say it. But it was the truth. He went to school, worked, came home, worked, ate, went to bed. There weren't very many fun times between, except one's where anna forced him to come out of the shell.

 

"I went on a date twice. Wasn't much fun. They wanted to shop and watch a movie. I don't like that sort of thing, and if I wanted to do that I certainly wouldn't have been doing it with people I barely know." He almost sounded pouty when he said this, as though his time could have been better spent elsewhere than trying to appeal to the ladies. "Truth is, I just have little interest for getting to know people. Hell I had to pay for my-," he halted that last word, realizing what he was about to say.

 

Yes, embarrassingly he'd paid for his first time with a girl. No expectations, just sex. No shopping, just sex. N sweet talk, just a good romp. "Well, never mind, doesn't matter. I still play chess, if that helps lighten the mood." His face was red, and it was now wine, a light smack and embarrassment for almost spilling the fact he'd had a whore pop his youthful cherry. He held out his glass for a refill, needing more suddenly.

[StainedCrimson]

A soft sad sound is let out when he hears how uneventful the boy's youth was. He has to chuckle though at how he described dating. "Sadly that is a necessary part of dating a person. Still, every now and then you find someone worth the initial effort. It's after that that the hard part comes." Keeping interest and such in each other, maybe making it to the moving in with each other stage, and at some point possibly marrying if you don't split before hand.

 

Hearing the other paid for his first encounter nearly makes the elder choke on his mouthful of wine though a part of him feels both pleased and irate. At least it wasn't someone he'd cared about and had a relationship with, but at the same time another person got the pleasure. Calming down he obligingly refills the glass. "There's no shame in that, though at least it was by your own choosing you went that way. I've had friends who had their fathers or somesuch pay a whore to make sure they weren't a virgin for too long once they were considered 'old enough'."

 

Leaning back and undoing his shirt, exposing the top of his chest, the wine glass is twirled around absently in the other hand. "That could backfire of course, or the person would find out that the opposite sex did nothing for them. I hope she was worth the time and money. A first always deserves to be pleasurable." He locks eyes with the youth while taking a sip of the alcoholic beverage, then licking a drop off of his lip. "If not I hope it hasn't turned you away from the act all together. There's so much out there you have yet to experience Cam-chan, and I would hate to think that one bad experience would make you unwilling to explore the possibilities and opportunities out there." He rolls out, voice getting slightly husky with unspoken promise and invitation, while eyes become slightly hooded.

[|WW|]

"I know it is necessary. However, I never said I wouldn't mind doing those things with someone I cared about. It's just on a first date, it's way too awkward and I really didn't know these women all that well. They were just faces around the University." Course he enjoyed movies. Shopping, well, it was okay but he only really enjoyed when he got suits tailored. The man that had done all his clothing was a very nice man, and he played a mean chess on the side.

 

"Anna was usually the one dragging me out and about. I didn't mind going places with her. I still don't. Her personality is really outgoing and taking no for an answer is not exactly in her programming. She's... very convincing." He smiled briefly, a slow curve of lips that softened his features and might of made his Uncle wonder just what was going through his head with that dreamy like expression. Honestly there was nothing sexual between the two of them, and he'd honestly never considered it. But he did care for the woman a great deal. Like a brother would care for his sister; that of which he'd never had. Ryu was no longer the number one is cam's life. "She even mouthed off to my Father once. It was brilliant." He admitted, taking another drink while casting his gaze over towards his Uncle.

 

Where his eyes wandered couldn't be helped. He took notice of the shirt being opened and the skin beneath being exposed. He met Ryu's locking gaze after, tipping his head the slightest as if trying to judge what mood this was becoming. He'd seen his Uncle in a state of undress plenty when he was young, though not completely of course. He seemed much more mature than cameron remembered. Of course so was he after all, age did that. "Um, no, no, it's not that my experiences were bad. I mean, I guess they weren't. It's not as if there are a bundle of times to compare notes."

 

He hadn't realized he'd been staring down again until he looked up and found Ryu quiet, as though the conversation had gone past him. He blinked and looked down at his empty glass. He'd drank two already? It was getting a touch warm, and he wasn't wearing a shirt. Ryu looked terribly comfortable. Cameron cleared his throat, setting the glass aside. "I-it's a bit warm in here, can we adjust the temperature?" Though he wasn't sweating, he felt like it. Reaching up he touched his forehead, wondering if the small fever had come back.

[StainedCrimson]

Hearing the warm and affectionate tone used when talking about this 'Anna' girl, causes his eyes to narrow in a slightly less friendly manner. Though he grudgingly gives some respect to the girl when told she's mouthed off to David. That's not easy to do, especially for a teenager or kid. "That is pretty impressive. It's too bad I missed it." The tone is low, almost placid, but deceptive in its calm.

 

A low thoughtful hum is let out while the elder leans forward to set the glass on the table, the gap from the opened buttons gives a teasing glimpse at the body concealed beneath it. "That's both good and sad I suppose. Good that you don't know any real disappointing experiences, but also sad that you don't know really good sex at the same time." Leaning back, he looks back at the other, a slow smirk forming upon seeing the flushed and flustered youth.

 

"Really? Hmm, I suppose it is a bit warm..." Standing up he slowly unbuttons the rest of his shirt and lets it hang open while going over to the thermostat to turn on the air. Going back over to the couch he fills Cameron's cup with the last of the wine before lounging back down on the cushion. Seeing the increasingly flustered guest touch his forehead, he leans forward to take a close look at his face. "Here, let me check your temperature..." He rolls out moving the hand aside to place his forehead against the youth's while hiding his smirk.

 

"Hmm, you don't seem to have a fever anymore..." He murmurs, his breath teasing Cameron's lips before pulling back. With a faint smile he motions at the cup. "Finish that up and I'll see if there's something on for us to watch. Unless you have something else in mind for us to pass the time?" Raising an eyebrow his tone is low, husky, and warm while the shirt parts to give a nice long line of the still toned body beneath it without offering a full view.

[|WW|]

Cameron had mumbled a touch to that last bit. Good sex, bad sex, whatever. He'd be fine if he didn't have to think about it at all. Maybe his sexual drive was slow on the uptake to begin with? He'd never really bothered to think about the topic much. When he needed things to work, they had, so what else was there? Nothing was broke anyway, of that he could be sure.

 

He took another drink of the wine, letting the liquid again bathe his tongue before sliding down his throat with a nice nervous gulp which seemed quite loud, like it had been forced past a lump somewhere in there. Cameron was trying to pay attention to his glass, but when Ryu unbuttoned the remainder of his shirt while going to check the room temperature, his gaze followed. Had Ryu always been nicely toned? He couldn't honestly remember all that far back, but somehow being older made the male seem...more appealing? Er, no that wasn't the word. Handsome? Attractive? He was coming up with all the wrong words here. The heat wasn't helping.

 

When Ryu returned the last of their drink was split between them, his glass now going for the third round. He couldn't feel the air just yet, but he was sure the coolness would help the mood a bit. Maybe the wine was blame too. He'd had a shot of some kind at the hospital with some pain killers; whoops- he'd forgotten that.

 

"N-no it's," he stumbled on words as his face was captured and their foreheads were brought together. His hands didn't know where to go as he was met with his Uncle's visage head-on. Warm sweet breath washed over his lips, mingling with the older males in the small space. Cameron's pulse did a nice gallop right above his collarbone in that small hollow where it showed pushing against the pale skin. How many times had Ryu taken his temperature the same way? What was the deal?

 

Ah, God he felt so strange. Ryu said he didn't have a fever, so the reasoning behind this heat? This is not what he used to feel when he was around this man. A touch would not have made him feel this way, and by what way was that? His body was behaving like he was back in high school. Not a friendly time for males. Taking up the glass he finished it off in a few gulps, leaning his forearm over his lap in an attempt to squash the slight perk of interest below. Hurt like hell, but he was disgusted with himself for good reason.

 

"Ah, any show is fine. I, I'm going to excuse myself for a second." Maybe it was just the mixture of wine and pain killers- that had to be it. It was making him feel odd. He set the empty glass down, fully intending to escape to the bathroom; once he managed to tear himself away from the current scene that it.

[StainedCrimson]

A smirk toys on the edges of the elder's mouth, knowing full well what the sight of him is doing to the other. Leaning forward, a hand slides and curves around a shoulder, making the younger pause while also giving him a closer view. "Easy there. Are you sure you're alright? Maybe you should just sit for a bit and make sure you haven't had too much too soon. You downed almost three cups after all." The voice comes out soothing and enticing the other to stay, just a little longer, out of concern.

 

"Or if you really need to go, let me walk you there to make sure you're not wobbling too much between the lingering effects of the bump and alcohol." Softly the words are spoken, yet an underlying heat is in them while the hand not forming a light restraint on the shoulder, goes around to lightly touch and toy with the hair around the bump before sliding down to tease the skin around the bandages on the neck. "Maybe we should take this off. I'm sure the little bleeding there was has stopped by now. What do you think Cam-chan?"

 

While he knows that this is more than a little wrong, due to both their age difference as well as their past relationship, the urge to reclaim and reassert himself as number one in the youth's life is taking over. And what better way to fully ingrain himself again than to be not a beloved 'uncle', but a lover? The best one this inexperienced body has had, and leave marks in ways that no one else will ever be able to erase. A low pleased sound escapes at that thought as his flesh stirs with growing interest in the idea of dominating and claiming this form in front of him.

[|WW|]

Cameron let out a small shaken breath, a brief bout of shivers came next, not from the air, but the arm that coiled around him. Glancing to the side he registered the hand gripping his shoulder and the could clearly feel the warmth at his bare back. Warm and somehow cold, it was a very strange sensation, like when you're warm from a bath but must leave the heated waters to be licked by the cool air waiting. "Y-yeah I did have three glasses, silly me." He responded, though his voice was a bit hesitant and quiet. He couldn't remember being a light weight, but he did sort of have that light fuzzy feeling. Or was it butterflies?

 

Go or stay. No, he really should go. But the words weren't coming together correctly. His forearm shifted to where he was still covering his lap well enough, embarrassed by the small reaction his body had chosen to display. The hair at the nape of his neck tickled, and the skin felt as though goosebumps rose when the fingers slid round to toy with the bandage on his neck. His eyes closed briefly, the battering of sensation a bit much. "I guess it could be taken off," he trailed off, not really concerned with the bandage, but the male currently becoming very imposing on his personal space. Though he made no move to remove it.

 

When had Ryu ever acted like this? He didn't know this man. Hearing the endearing nickname was even harder to swallow, and the sound of it was not teasing like it used to be. No, this was of using it was for a different more unsettling purpose. An adult way of speaking, underlined with something he didn't quite understand. "Uncle, what's going on?" He asked, once closed eyes now open and glancing to the side, trying their best not to take in the openly displayed pecs or the nicely ridged stomach. He couldn't ever remember being interested in the male body, nor any male in general. This was his Uncle. Well, no, Ryu wasn't blood at all. Still, a guy?

 

God he was actually responding to this. Was it on purpose? Was he the center of some big joke? He wasn't very experienced in this sort of thing, but he was feeling slightly afraid of the male at his side. Long ago he would have never felt such a thing, but they were both older- and a lot of time had gone by. Things were not as they'd been. They were practically strangers.

[StainedCrimson]

A slow smile crosses the elder's face hearing the go ahead to remove the bandages. "Yes, you did have quite a bit fairly fast. Even if you're used to alcohol, unless you're tolerance is really high that will still get you." He muses while purposefully leaning in closer to undo the bandages, his breath teasing along the increasingly exposed skin. The fingers running across the skin in a light and teasing caress while unwinding the bandages.

 

Hearing himself be called 'uncle', though probably more by accident than really out of familial bonding, he glances up. Seeing the slightly scared yet aroused face of the young male, he sits up a bit with a small smile. "I'm removing your bandages Cam-chan. Remember?" He holds up the now removed strands. "And we're also getting to know each other again. You do want us to get to know each other and be close again don't you?" The voice is soft, low, and enticing the other to agree while having a hint of sadness should the other say 'no'.

 

Pausing for a moment, a thought comes to him. Leaning back, letting his hand on the shoulder trail down to brush against the hardening nipple, a faint hurt and sad expression on his face while looking at the other. "You're not disgusted with me because I enjoy the company of men and not women are you? Surely you're not so close-minded or mean-spirited as to cut someone off because of sexual preference..."

[|WW|]

"I'm usually fine with drinking, really." And he was. The last time he'd felt this fuzzy, well, he couldn't remember. Again, if it -was- the alcohol and not his mind reeling that is. Or any other influences that may be at play. Tipping his chin up a bit, he allows the bandages to be slowly unwound, feeling the pressure from their hold slowly loosen and then finally fall away. The two small punctures looked like something out of some cheesy vampire movie where the victim had been tasted for the first time- not that he could see them. He'd only seen them at the hospital by use of a mirror.

 

Eyeing the bandages in Ryu's hand, he sighs. It did feel better, and less suffocating with those clasped around his throat. It eased a bit of the heat situation as well. It was amazing how much heat that thin material could hold in. Hearing Ryu speak of getting to know one another again, well, he couldn't exactly complain. He should have, to a point, but it was not a secret that he'd missed the only person who bothered taking care of the younger version of himself. He could see his life having been much more desolate otherwise. "Well, yeah I guess that would be okay. But I'm still a bit confused. We just met today after ten years. That's a long time. It takes time."

 

Shifting again he managed to turn just far enough to make the hand sliding down get an even closer brush over his nipple; the somewhat puffy nub tightening on contact. He sucked in a breath, eyes rushing down to take in the exchange. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest. Ryu was really laying it on thick, wasn't he? He didn't know where to look, too many things were happening and at such a slow pace you'd think he could have kept up. "N-no, I don't judge people for that sort of thing, I just... don't understand. Well, no, I mean I've never really thought about it." He was such a delightful pink, even the tips of his ears were red. "Were you, I mean, since I was little, did you like men then too?" And cam had actually crawled in bed with Ryu before his big disappearance too. No, but he was just a kid.

[StainedCrimson]

A faint amused look appears while he shifts to remove the shirt in full, letting it fall behind him on the couch. "It will take time yes... But to answer your question, I've been attracted to men long before you were even born." Stretching with a soft yawn before looking back at the overwhelmed male in front of him, muscles being pulled taunt and flexing, he continues. "I have no problem with telling you how such things work or talking about it with you if you have any curiosity. Though you might not like hearing such things from an old man like me." He gives a playful grin while enjoying the sight of a flushed and half-naked Cameron before him.

 

Standing up he walks by Cameron, arm lightly brushing the other, as he goes to throw out the used bandages. "For all I know, finding out my preference might just make you even more uncomfortable and unwilling to talk to me. Is that it Cam-chan? Are you wanting to run away from me now, thinking I'm some disgusting old man worthy only of contempt?" Stopping in front of the still seated male, he looks down, a hand lightly cradling and lifting Cameron's chin.

 

This of course puts the already overloaded boy face-to-face with a muscular stomach and of course groin of the elder, while looking up the now fully exposed torso. "I hope that our time apart hasn't made you into such a person. Even if you're not into men, I'm sure we can still get along can't we?"

[|WW|]

Cameron was beginning to feel like he should have opted for putting his shirt on. Even though only one nipple had been gently brushed, the other was just as tight as the first, making a perky pair. He didn't think he handle much more of whatever this was turning into. He really needed to use the toilet. It was becoming slightly painful. By this time he was chewing gently on his lip, a habit he had when too much stress built up, or he was extremely at a loss on his situation. This was most certainly one of those times.

 

His Uncle took the shirt away displaying full force what build was beneath, and how the muscles gracefully rippled beneath the soft skin. Or he thought it looked soft, even though it was taunt he could imagine fingers could most likely sink in a bit. He shook his head a bit wondering where the hell his thoughts were going. This situation needed to get fixed really soon or he was going to embarrass himself even further. Stupid Ryu, making him think this way just by stripping a little and using that 'tone' of voice that just made the body weak in answer.

 

With his chin grasped, he looked up, brown eyes darker by a shade, a trick of the light perhaps? The flush was still very much in place giving a nice brush of color to that delicate pale canvas. "I'm honestly not sure what to say to all this. But I really need to use the restroom." There was a small hint of desperation in that statement, though it hadn't been forceful. He still looked like a cornered animal that wasn't quite sure how to get out. It felt like he was being stirred up and slowly devoured just by being looked at alone. Yes, he was still frightened by the man he didn't know standing before him; displaying bare skin and a teasing view of things that still had covering.

 

"Ngh, o-okay I need to go. It's not that I'm a bad person," he managed, pushing up to stand, perhaps a bit too fast. He grabbed the arm of the couch for support while the room gave a small tip, but it wasn't so bad he couldn't manage. "Just a minute, please Uncle." He promised, though he might have promised anything at that point to escape the suffocating heat pouring down on him. Damn, he'd said it again. Just in this instance it sounded really perverse to his ears.

[StainedCrimson]

Fighting back a smile, he puts both hands on the cornered boy's shoulder's. "Are you alright Cam-chan? You look a little flushed. Tell me what's wrong and maybe I can help you." He rumbles out while helping Cameron stand up, pulling him closer so their bodies touch with Cameron's front against the elder's thigh and chest.

 

"Hmm, did you have too much wine?" Feigning concern, one arm is around the other's waist to 'help' him stand up while the other brushes hair out of his face. "You're not slurring yet but maybe I should help you get to the bathroom and stay close to make sure you don't fall." He rolls out leaning down as if peering into the other's eyes looking for signs of him being too intoxicated.

 

All the while he's inwardly chuckling and looking forward to making a very clear imprint on his adorable charge. Keeping his body turned just so, the elder makes sure that his own arousal doesn't touch the younger and risk scaring him even more. "Or should I just take you to bed?" His voice drops an octave as the double meaning teases the other.

[|WW|]

"You're r-really too close," he stammered out, not knowing where to look or what to do. He was being touched, embraced, the contact between them growing thinner and more intimate. He was doing everything he possibly could to try and squirm his way out of the various holds, but when the hair was pushed aside and his gaze locked to the older's, his lower body didn't exactly keep up and bumped against Ryu's lower hip. He winced and made a small guttural noise that pretty much gave away the issue- if the firmness of that contact hadn't that is.

 

Too much wine. No, he had too much of just about everything tonight. Being asked if he should be taken off to bed made him burn in the first signs of shame. Though he was obviously very much in a mood, it didn't match exactly with what he was feeling deep inside. Confusion, pressure, being scared of the reactions towards another man- someone who'd taken care of him most of his young life. It felt very...wrong. But telling his now older more matured body that, well, it was useless. And the fact that they'd only met earlier that very day. It felt rushed and not real somehow.

 

"You didn't p-put anything in the wine, right? You wouldn't..." That was the only other explanation he could come up with for this whole mess. Of course he felt awful for saying it, but what was cameron supposed to think being so aggressively taunted by the older. He mad a sound of frustration, his hands pressing to the male's chest as if he were going to give a nice push. He didn't, his fingers pressed into the skin a bit and he set those expressive browns straight ahead, staring at about chin level. "Shit, it's uncomfortable." He admitted shamefully. "Need to...fix it."

[StainedCrimson]

Feeling the source of Cameron's discomfort, as well as hearing the sound signaling just what sort of 'fixing' the other needed, had him internally growling with pleasure at his effect on the younger male. Though the tension conveys itself as well to the elder letting him know there's still a bit of work to be had before he can enjoy taking the other without scaring him off. Running a soothing hand along the other's spine while keeping the other arm around the conflicted male, his tone shifts to one more calming though still having the husky warm edge to it. "Easy there Cam-chan. It's alright. You've been through a lot today and maybe having a delayed adrenaline reaction to all the events. Not too mention finding out that the person you admired when you were little is gay. I'm sure that's a lot to take in. So let's get you settled in for the night so your perfectly normal reaction can be tended to."

 

When the hands make contact with his chest, pressing into instead of pushing away, a low pleased sound slips out while eyes darken in response before the elder is fully able to repress it. A slight frown makes itself known upon hearing the question asked. "I would never stoop so low as to drug someone Cameron. And it hurts me deeply that you would even have to ask me that."

 

Even if he was sexually frustrated and out on the prowl in less than savory places, as he had early on, he'd never had the need to drug a potential partner. If one didn't want him, then at least three others had. While having learned to be picky and careful with chosen partners, being in short supply of one has never been a concern of his. And being confronted with such an allegation by the other was a major slap in the face, even if the boy clearly looked ashamed at asking.

 

With a short rough sigh, he steps back and looks down at the other as if rethinking the entire venture. "Perhaps this is too much for you and I should just get you to bed. After all, it's not like you'd be interested in me even if you were into men right? I'm far to old for you to be interested, and even if that wasn't the case you once thought of me as your uncle. Even if no blood relation existed." Tilting the other's chin up, he makes the internally struggling male lock eyes with him. "But understand this, I've always cared for you Cam-chan and always will. The how may change now that you're older, that's life, but I'll always try my best to be just what you need me to be." Leaning in he places a light yet firm kiss right on the corner of Cameron's mouth that is perfectly chaste minus the slight lingering before he pulls back. Shifting to turn and lead the other back to the bathroom and bedroom, his thigh presses and rubs against the very clear physical sign of just what the other wants in teasing torment of an unspoken promise of what could be.