Turkey

[Existentially Odd]

Surprise and disappointment gave way to understanding with Vincent's final comment.  He'd forgotten about their host and had been readying to settle into perhaps a little more than a kiss.  "I guess I should put some proper clothes on, then.  How formal is this party?" Owen enquired with a sigh, pushing himself fluidly up into a standing position and then walking over to jump lithely off the bed.

The mischievousness that had been stirring in him returned and, once he was on the carpet, he spun to face Vincent and swooped his bathers down, standing there naked and blithely holding them while he waited for his answer.  The fact that Vincent would be able to detect just how nervous and excited he was - for he'd be able to sense his body's every nuance - playing this little game made him want to giggle, but he left it at a grin.  He couldn't keep a secret from this lover, which was boggling and somewhat worrying.

[Trillian]

Vincent watched Owen leave the bed and didn't have an answer to his question.  When told it was a party, Vincent had been under the impression it would soon be a clothing optional kind of party, but who knew how it was supposed to start?  Better to dress up a little, because it was easier to dress down than to go the other way.

His eyebrows rose at Owen's display, and his lips curled into a smile.  Getting out of bed had him revealing his own nakedness, which he soon had pressed against Owen's, in order to repeat the kiss they'd shared in bed.

[Existentially Odd]

Watching Vincent approach him and then feel his arms wrap around him before they kissed made Owen feel goofy and inexperienced because he looked so self assured and wonderful with his graceful vampiric movements, it was insane.  Owen was a child and so awkward by comparison, it was intimidating, yet there was the confidence of knowing that Vincent wanted him hovering in the back of his mind that encouraged him to respond with a smile and a cheeky fondle.  It was disconcertaing yet heady, broadening the smile that was eventually revealed as Vincent broke the kiss once more.

Resolutely, they headed into the wardrobe and began the mammoth task of finding an outfit that fitted each of them in amongst the hundreds present.  There may have even been a thousand, it seemed to Owen, as he searched through the laden racks, pulling some things off to consider how they'd look and others off to show Vincent and laugh.  It was kind of surreal, being naked in a room-sized wardrobe with Vincent, after all these years.

Eventually, Owen settled on what seemed to be a fairly common Turkish outfit, which he'd seen worn in the area.  It consisted of a high-collared white long-sleeved shirt, teal vest that offset his fair colouring and light blue eyes and matching loose-crotched pants (that tightened around his ankles only).  The fabric was quite thick, though made from natural fibres, so he didn't overheat.  It did require he hunt out some underwear, though, and he was pleased to find some Calvin Klein briefs that fit him.  He also found socks and some soft-soled black shoes to go with his outfit, before he attempted to wind the 'belt' around his middle, with little success.  After numerous tucks it stayed there, though, so he declared himself ready, eyeing Vincent off as they headed out in search of the party.

Instinctively, he let his friend take the lead, feeling almost like he was dressed to enter a costume party.  Hopefully Vincent knew where to go.

[Trillian]

Vincent had dressed more sedately, though still impeccable and formal, in a light blue suit of no real distinction.  He sought out a kerchief and tie, brushed his hair back and joined Owen out the door, taking his hand and attempting to find the Sultan through mental manipulation alone.  After a number of corridors were entered that led them both to walls upon which Vincent wanted to be on the other side of, he had to concede defeat.

"I'll have him send somebody to collect us," Vincent told Owen, but no sooner were the words out of his mouth when one of the security thugs rounded a corner and spoke out loud to someone who wasn't them - though they were the only ones around.

"I found them."  A thin black curly cord betrayed his ear piece, which disappeared somewhere beneath the collar of his shirt.  "Gentleman, if you would please follow me."  His Turkish accent was thick, his tone perfunctory.  Owen and Vincent did as told, and found themselves in a grand room that could only be described as a ballroom - with multiple archways that led to an open courtyard and massive pool.  People were mingling and laughing, holding alcoholic drinks or plates of food they'd gathered from the buffet tables set up on one side of the ballroom wall.  A DJ was mixing music in a booth at the other end, and the place was very full.  There were people dressed in full evening wear, in tuxedos and gowns, in cocktail dresses and suits like Owen's, in cultural costume similar to Owen's and a big chunk of those swimming in or standing around the pool, in skimpy bathers.  The only way Vincent or Owen would've found themselves underdressed was if they'd turned up naked.

The security detail who'd found them mixed in with the crowd, leaving them to linger on their own.

"Want to check out the spread?" Vincent said, gesturing at the food tables because he knew Owen was hungry, and he could smell an enticing array available for the teen.  Sabri, so far, was nowhere in sight.

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"Totally," Owen enthused, making his way over to the food area and collecting a plate.  He managed to get some bread and pile it high with meat and salad, putting a few different things on his plate and nibbling at them to see if he would like them first.  He stuck with the basics for his first pass, planning to make a sandwich of sorts from what he'd gathered, and then he turned to find a drink before he and Vincent found an inconspicuous place to sit or stand.  He ended up with an alcoholic punch type drink - it was fairly fruity, with the kick of vodka that he liked - ordered from the bar out near the pool and it was out there that he spied a padded lounger on which he could sit and consume his food.

"Ooh!  Let's go sit over here!" he exclaimed, believing Vincent would accompany him as he began to weave through the crowd to the seat in question.  It was quite near a bright light inserted into the patio surface and he could only assume that that was why no-one was sitting on it.  He watched the crowd as he sat and ate, contemplating going back to his room to change into his bathers.  If only he knew the way.

[Trillian]

Vincent followed Owen until he got a sudden desire to inspect the palace in greater detail.  They'd walked past so many interesting objects with barely a glance, and not opened any doors.  He simply had to look at them now.  Turning on his heel, he left the party abruptly while Sabri watched.

I promised I would no longer mess with his mind, friend, but said nothing of yours, he thought to himself, and joined Owen on the adjacent lounger.  The Sultan was wearing a white shirt unbuttoned halfway down his chest, over bluejeans.  Slip on light-tan loafers were on his feet.  He looked casual and sexy as he lay back on the lounger, surprising Owen with his presence.

"Did he fuck you?" he asked conversationally, as though this was a normal opener.

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Once Owen had recovered from trying to breathe in his drink in surprise - not recommended when it was water, let alone vodka that was going to burn in his esophagus for ages - he spun on the lounge to face Sabri, his blue eyes still watering and a hand pressed to his chest.  He'd thought it was Vincent behind him, the shock of finding out it wasn't was clear to read on his expression.  It took him a while of boggling at the Sultan (who was just as sexy tonight, clothed, as he'd been nearly naked the night before, Owen was chagrined to note) before he even came up with an answer.

"With his mouth, he did," Owen challenged, though his brazenness was somewhat undermined by a blush.  "How... well, why do you ask?" he continued, unsure of exactly which question he wanted to ask.  As fiercely protective as he was of this growing thing between him and Vincent, he understood how important it was to be respectful towards Sabri.  He needed to think everything through before he said it, hence the hesitancy.  He figured it was a given that he also pay his host the courtesy of answering honestly, since he could read every answer in his mind anyway.

[Trillian]

"Because I told him he should," Sabri declared.  "I certainly would."  He waited for Owen to react to that nugget of information.

Vincent was still under the influence of Sabri's heavy-handed mental push, and would be exploring for hours, likely.  Sabri turned to look at his party-goers, listening to laughter and the clinking of glasses above and around the pounding of music, which wasn't so deafoning, out here.  He watched them for a bit and then turned to smile at Owen.

"Do you like his mouth best? From all you've had?"

With someone as easy as Owen, he was certain that he had a great deal of experience to draw from and compare.

[Existentially Odd]

Sabri's first comment had drawn a scowl from Owen and he didn't know how to respond to such a thing.  He only focussed on the first part, really.  Sabri had told Vincent to fuck him?  What?  But... the whole drinking idea had been Owen's and everything had flowed from there... hadn't it?  What a confusing thing to say!

The scowl only deepened as the Sultan continued to comment, after looking around at his partygoers.  It reminded Owen that he'd lost Vincent but a quick scan around him didn't reveal his friend anywhere close by.  It was not normal for him to wander off without telling Owen where he was going, let alone just disappear like he seemed to have.  It was suspicious and had him looking at Sabri warily.

"Where is Vincent?  And why would you tell him he should fuck me?" the teenager demanded as sternly as he dared.  He chose not to answer whether Vincent's mouth was the best (it certainly was) out of the five that had been there (though he thought about it clearly).

[Trillian]

Sabri didn't pick up any of Owen's clear thoughts, because of his promise to Vincent.  This was more entertaining, anyway.

"Why should I answer your questions before you answer mine?" he countered playfully, and folded his hands behind his head, while one of his legs bent at the knee - the one furthest from Owen.

A duo of girls strolled over, beautiful and statuesque, both barely dressed in string bikinis and holding identical drinks.  When they got close enough, Sabri glanced at them and shook his head minutely, they did a quick turn to the right and kept going.  He looked back at Owen, awaiting his answer.

[Existentially Odd]

Despite himself, he looked Sabri over, a pulse of awareness running through him.  He was sexy and charismatic and, unbidden, their escapade together in the pools came to the boy.  He licked his lips as he looked away and then down, at the food he'd forgotten was on the plate on his lap, and the drink on the ground by his foot.  It was probably a bad idea to be drinking, he could already feel a little buzz of lightness in his veins, possibly quicker than usual because he'd lost some blood last night.  The food, then.  He put his hand around his sandwich but didn't pick it up, looking up at the Sultan worriedly instead.

"Things have changed," he said honestly, "Vincent and I... we're kind of... something now.  And yes.  His mouth was the best I've ever had," he conceded, a vivid blush brightening his cheeks.  It felt wrong to say these things to someone who was an intimate stranger, but he couldn't refuse to answer.  He showed respect because he expected it would be shown to him, now that he'd declared himself Vincent's... boyfriend?  He really wasn't sure and that didn't sound right even in his head.

[Trillian]

Sabri's smile widened as he looked Owen over.  The youth was now a little harder to get, thanks to his budding romantic designs on his vampire 'friend'.  It would've been a boring victory claiming his body over and again, otherwise.

"Vincent's gone for a look around the palace," Sabri replied, answering Owen's previous questions because the youth had done as requested.  "I'm not sure where exactly he is.  He'll be awhile," he assured Owen.  "As for why I told him he should fuck you, it was because any fool could see he wanted to, so why hold himself back from someone who was so... delectable?"  He showed Owen the tip of his tongue at the thought of having him again.

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Owen frowned, knowing that Sabri's words hadn't helped his blush dissipate.  "But... he didn't.  Fuck me, I mean.  He held back because he saw I was surprised.  I've known him my whole life, you see and I've never thought of him as... well, sexually.  Not until last night.  I didn't know he thought that way about me, either.  How did you know?  Did you read his mind?" he queried, finally lifting his food to take a bite while he watched the Sultan for his answer.

[Trillian]

Sabri laughed.  "I didn't have to read his mind," he said, then winked.  He looked Owen over, knowing more about the boy's future than the boy himself did.  Of course things could go terribly wrong for Vincent - who he quite liked - because he seemed to have this peculiar notion about how to treat Owen.  "He made me promise not to read yours.  Nor to enchant you, in any way."  He smiled and held a finger to his lips in a hush gesture.  "I didn't have to enchant you, though," he reminded.  He wasn't about to tell him that he'd calmed him down after the fact, however.  "I think he thinks I did," he confessed.

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Owen smiled and suddenly found he needed drink to wash down his mouthful as Sabri referenced their tryst and then made a statement he was compelled to respond to.  "He didn't ask me about it.  About us," Owen shrugged, feeling slightly more grown up now that he could sit here and chat so casually about giving an ancient vampire a handjob the night before.  "That thing you did... where you let me feel what you were feeling too... that was pretty enchanting," he laughed lightly, his eyes twinkling conspiratorially at Sabri.

Following that thought came one where he pondered if Vincent was able to do it.  He felt a thrill at the prospect of finding out he could.