Our Special Date

Marcellus had been waiting for this all day. He was waiting outside of Old Italy in the Restaurant District of New Rome for his date. He was dressed nicely in a pair of khaki pants, a purple t-shirt. and a black blazer over it. He was ready to get this night to get started and for it to finish in between Sebastian's hotel room sheets. Repeatedly.

"Look at you, Sebastian." He looked behind him at the that ass in those red pants, then at his face. He took his hand and kissed his hand. "It's okay. Are you ready?" He asked with a smile on his face. Yes, he was smiling. The sex was just that good.

"It's sort of fancy, but I like coming here all the time." He answered as they walked in. The hostess took them to their seats and handed them a menu. "I think you'll like it. It's the best Italian food in America. Very authentic."

The son of Trivia studied Sebastian as he read the menu. "I know you would like coming here. Get a taste of Italy," Marcel slowly looked down at his menu and grinned. "Like I did last night. Twice." He scratched the side of his face.

"Really good. I might need to go back for thirds and fourths later on." He bit his lip and read over the English back of the menu. He still had no idea what he wanted to eat, but he knew that it would involve something good. He glanced up at Sebastian.
"What?" He asked with a sly smile on his face. "Did you decide on what you wanted to eat?"

Marcel blushed at bit his lip. He gently rubbed his foot against Sebastian's leg just when their waiter came over.

"What would you two like to drink?" The blonde hair and green eyed guy asked.

Marcellus nodded his head to Sebastian. "Twinks first."

The waiter nodded his head and looked at Marcellus.

"I'll take a water with lemon." He ordered, then turned to look at Sebastian. He reached across the table and kissed Sebastian's hand. "You are handsome in this candle light." The candle was unlit, then it became so.

The son of Trivia looked over him and smiled a bit. He pressed his hand against his lips and kept them there. "Moi non plus. Je jure que mes yeux se retrouvent rarement dans ma tête comme ça. Comment avez-vous si bien? Lire des livres?" He whispered, letting his breath dance against his skin before putting his hand down.

Marcellus scratched the side of his face as his thumb made small circles on Sebastian's olive toned hand. "Je me demande ce que votre sang italien peut faire ..." He whispered with a twinkle in his eye.

Marcellus smiled a bit at Sebastian's words, but didn't and instead, looked at the waiter. "Ah, well, I'll get the cheese ravioli." He told him before turning his attention back to Sebastian. His hand still held the son of Athena's. "Tell me more about yourself."

"How was it growing up in Italy." He scratched the side of his neck and kept his eyes trained on Sebastian. "Was it easy, hard, what?" He really wanted to know for obvious reasons. "What do you miss about it?"

Marcellus listened as Sebastian talked about his time in Florence. Marcel always wanted to go to Italy, but never really ha the chance to do so. He hoped that one time he'd be able to go and maybe the son of Athena would go along with him. "It must be nice to be rich and be able to travel anywhere you want." Marcellus took a sip of his water and glanced around the restaurant. He always liked the atmosphere in this place.

Marcel raised an eyebrow, but decided that he wouldn't pursue it any further. "Life was find back in Mauritius. My father was an actual witch who could see through the Mist." He sighed. "That's how my mom and he met." He scratched the side of his face and looked down at the table. "We weren't the wealthiest family on the island, but we never went hungry."