Vlad was stretched out on the sofa, flipping through the latest thick manila envelope the Ruthven had forwarded him. He perused the stack of newspaper articles, documents and magazines until he came upon one in particular
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How often can the truth be expressed in one simple, precise word? Seldom enough that it's almost a crime not to seize up on the times when it is possible.
A lingering, thorough, focused kiss after which Walter drew back to look at him.
"We should go to some of these properties. Ones where there are caretakers on site or repairs underway. People will listen to me more after we've been introduced and they see that I have your full backing."
Vlad gazed a long moment at that last signature. He smiled a little and took a deep, unnecessary breath.
"I think I'm going to have that pen bronzed..."
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"Is this the part where I'm supposed to make a joke about who wears the pants in this relationship?"
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"We need to celebrate."
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He purred at the nip and leaned back in his chair.
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This was his love. His Vlad. His Dracula. What a peculiar thought.
The fact was that Vlad was simply, "Mine."
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"Yours."
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A lingering, thorough, focused kiss after which Walter drew back to look at him.
"We should go to some of these properties. Ones where there are caretakers on site or repairs underway. People will listen to me more after we've been introduced and they see that I have your full backing."
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"We should. And, I think I'll enjoy acting as your interpreter."
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"We must. You don't even know how to conjugate."
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"So... care to settle our little bet?"
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