"Yes, and then put the pasta in the sauce....". Easton instructs " and mix it gently with the tongs" Blake follows every step his mate had told him, very carefully. The couple was in the kitchen making some yummy pasta.

Initially, Easton decided to do everything since they were having a guest over but then Blake wouldn't stop following him everywhere without leaving a inches' space between. He was always on his tippy toes to look what his taller mate was up to. He wanted everything to be perfect even though his contribution was none.

In the end, Easton guided his mate through making the final dish.

"The chicken?" Blake questions wanting to add those sizzling fried chicken pieces in the pasta.

"Here" the older alpha passes the cut pieces of the meat. The pasta was all set with cream escaping from the little space between two strings of the pasta noodles. The cheese was enough to make the stomach of the alphas growl. Blake arranged the chicken on the pasta while Easton took the buttery bread.

"The apple pie? Did we got it to burn?" the younger alpha rushes to the oven to find it empty.

"No we did not, baby" Easton holds the nervous man by his shoulders. "Relax..." his touch indeed calmed the younger alpha. "Everything is great and fine. Look" he assures showing his mate the perfectly baked apple pie.

Blake closes his eyes feeling the warm touch and nods. He was on the edge to serve his father dinner today. And there were two big reasons for that. One: his father was having dinner at "their" house for the first time. Two: Blake wanted to make an effort to have dinner with his "dad" not his father anymore and he wanted it to be so perfect.

After all, this was the first step he would take towards his father apologizing for all his past mistakes.

"Everything is ready?"

"Everything is ready" the older alpha nods.

"Great!" Blake smiles as he walks to get his father.

On the other hand, Christopher had locked himself in the bathroom as he stared through the mirror. He was here for work and he had to get that done as soon as possible.

He closed his eyes wanting to control the reverting of colors, that we're changing within. He licked his lips nervously and decided to get this done with.

He stepped out of the bathroom after confirming that his black orbs were now under control.

"Father?" Blake calls as he was standing right outside of the bathroom. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Samael made sure to use some words even though he hated it. He needs to make the people believe that he was Christopher. "I am fine"

"Okay... I thought you had constipation" Blake joked and laughed upon it. Alone. He stopped laughing and then got embarrassed upon looking at his father's face.

Samael blinked and then it occurred to him. "Ha Ha Ha" he tried.

That embarrassed the alpha more.

"Ahem. L-lets go? The dinner is ready" he announces before rushing to the dining room.

The father-son pair or more like the brothers walked into the room with a neatly arranged table. "Have a seat, Christopher" Easton requests. "Blake has made your favorite paste. All by himself" he adds.

"That "all" wasn't necessary, Easton"

"Did I lie?"

"Fuck you..." Blake mouthed the words.

The older alpha looks at the former one who was staring at the food in awe. And then he landed his eyes on his mate who was being cautious of his word because of his father.

"Huh? What did you say? Can you repeat it a bit louder?" he smirks.

The younger narrows his eyes at the teasing and chooses to ignore it. "Where is sir Tib?" Blake questions doubting whether Easton had kicked his idol out.

"Tiberius went to get some stuff at his place. He will be back soon" the name rang a bell in Samael brain as he docks his eyes from the food and towards the alpha who just said those words.

"Tiberius?" he repeats the name. He was well aware of this name as his father had mentioned the warlock a thousand times. But he had no idea that the person himself was living here.

"Yeah, Sir Tib going to live with us for a few days" Blake explains.

"Unfortunately" Easton adds.

Samael was now worked up. If only he had known that the powerful warlock was here he would have planned something else. Something bigger.

"Here, have this" Blake serves his father with a smile while all Samael did was stare. His eyes were working with several things at the moment.

He had questions as to whether stay, leave, or plan something else. "Father?"

"Y-yes?"

"Did you not like it?" the younger alpha put his heart out asking his father. He made everything just to please him and it was supposed to please him. Then why does he looks puzzled?

"No! It- It looks really good" a little compliment brought so much light to the younger alpha's face. Samael turns the folk in the pasta and then takes a bite of it.

Divine.

Samael had never experienced such tasty food before. He had a systematic diet set by his father back at the house so this was very different and tasty at the same time.

"Wow," the word slips past his lips though he did not intend to. He takes another spoonful of the pasta and then another. It tasted like heaven.

On the other hand, Blake watched his father in great shock. Though it was his father's favorite dish, he never lost his composure this way. "Slow down, father. You will cho-"

*cough* *cough*

"There you go" Blake rushed to his father's side with a glass of water as he patted his back. "Drink"

Samael emptied the water as his throat cleared up. "Thank-" his eyes bursts open and he jerks away from the touch.

What the hell?

The sudden movement shocks the alpha couple. "Are you sure your okay, father?" the younger alpha asks stepping a bit back to give the former alpha his space.

Blake didn't know what was wrong but this is not how Christopher usually reacts. Though he was a bit cold on the outside, he never rejected his son in this way.

Or was it that Blake didn't really care about his father like this before? And never initiated contact.

That may be it, the younger alpha concludes. It physically hurt him that his father had been driven so away from him just because of his recklessness. It was because he never cared about his father and treated him in a way he should never have.

"I am sorry" the younger alpha apologizes as he sits back on the chair opposite to his father. The rest of dinner goes in silent with only sounds of forks and knives while Easton kept glaring at the old man.

And Christopher....or should I say Samael had complete disturbing thoughts filling his brain as his hands worked on eating the food.

"How did he touch me and is still alive?"

That gotta be some blood relations thing, Sam. Maybe your "burn to ashes" power doesn't work on your blood.

"He is not my blood"

Your words don't change the fact that he is your brother.

"HE. IS. NOT. my brother" Samael grits.

Keep telling yourself that.

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The main door creaks open as Tib peeks. The living room was empty with the television switched off and the sofa empty, which was only visible 'cause of the moonlight coming inside from the window. There was no light in the entire house and it definitely gave the horror vibes.

"This man wears black, see black and live in black" the half-vampire whispers under his breath as he tiptoes inside. He walks forward on his front toes.

"OH, MY TOE!!!" he swallows the scream when his tiny little toe decided to have a wrestling match with the hall table. He kneels to the ground, catching his aching toe. "Who put this fucking table here?!?" he hits the leg harshly which only caused another injury to his hand. "Fuck!"

"That imbecile asshole might just get the fuck out of this house already" he mutters getting up on his legs and scanning the room but nothing was visible. He thought of using some magic to light his way but that might caution the lion who was peacefully sleeping in his den.

And he was NOT in a mood to meet the old vampire.

He knew where he was heading to. The study. He needed to collect his writing material and old books. And then run the hell out of here.

He walks to the stairs and then dips a bit to the right and enters the study. He then uses the torch through his palm and walks straights to the book rack where his books were proudly decorated.

Decorated because he never expected the stupid blood-sucking man to land at his place. If only he had a hint, he wouldn't even step in Crimson borders let only share a house with the beast himself. "Here you are, my babies. Come to papa" he picks the thick sheets of paper and an ancient-looking ink pen that needs to be refilled occasionally. He puts them in the bag he brought along and he then lathers his fingers on the engraved cover of his very first book. It brought nostalgic memories.

A smile appears on his face remembering how he freaked out when the book got printed and even before how nervous he was to open his heart on the paper. He puts the book in the bag followed by a few more. His cheeks fill color when he looks at his recent book, his editor had made him put some extra effort into making the cover.

It was highly erotic.

"Not to brag or anything but the stuff inside is way sexier" he scoffs proudly.

"Is it?" a voice whispers right next to his ear and leaning above his shoulder to see what Tib had got.

"HOLY MOTHER FUCKING SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" a scream fills the entire house shaking it. Tib throws the book he was holding at the man who stood in the front, hitting him on the chest. The book thumps on the hard chest of the man and then slides down. Cassius eyes the book, which was down on the floor now, and a random page was open.

"WHAT THE FUCK, CASSIUS?" the warlock breathes heavily squatting on the floor as he catches his chest.

"His abs which seemed to be made out of gold biscuits gleamed under the direct sunlight, giving his chocolate skin a burning touch...."

"Huh?" the half-vampire looks up, in confusion, from his toes to above at the man as the realization hits him.

A gasp escapes his mouth as it remains open. "GIVE THE BOOK BACK!!" the half-vampire rushes to the older's side.

"I mapped my finger over the perfect body, making my way down... "

"Cassius!"

"This is interesting" he smirks. There goes Tib's heart. He hasn't seen anything close to a smile on the vampire's face in centuries.

"Stop smiling, Oldie, and give me my book"

"......" the vampire holds the book above their head as he flips through the pages. "The pornographic material has been developed over the years I see. I have been sleeping for long" he keenly reads a scene with Tib hanging at his chest.

"IT IS NOT PORN, YOU FUCKING OLD TAWT!!"

"It seems like that though"

"Ugh!!!! Oldie, don't test my patience"

"Still haven't worked on it?" Cassius clicks his tongue.

"Why are you talkative all of a sudden? Go back! I don't like it"

"Well, you not been here gave me time to get my energy back"

"FU-FU-FUCK YOU!!!!" Tiberius stomps his legs like a toddler.

"Would you fuck me, please? I asked with a seductive smile..." he read further.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

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Blake has changed into his boxers and vest, with a laptop in front of him. He had an assignment to complete by this week and also cover for the classes he missed in the past month.

No matter how much he tried his mind was haunting him with the visual from this evening. It brought him back to the square where he knew he was responsible for this gap in between him and Christopher.

And that was eating him little by little.

The bedroom door opens as the older alpha walks in. "Studying?" he questions removing his sellers and joining in the bed with his mate.

"Hmm..." Blake answers dreamily.

"Hey, stop thinking about it. He was just shocked" the older alpha tries to put his stand on the evening's incident.

"I know. But, that doesn't change anything about my behavior in the past" the younger alpha tries to reason.

He wasn't entirely wrong. A father and child's relationship is one of the most delicate ones. Things in everyone's life happen to move around them pretty fast pace and when you don't give it the minimum time, it prolongs its journey towards breakage.

"He will come along, Blake. Trust me" Easton engulfs his mate in a side hug. The younger alpha melts in the hug as he nods his head in a positive response.

"Enough now" he closes the laptop and then the books. "You can do this all instead of the morning training but now we sleep" the older alpha declares.

"But-"

"No buts. Let's sleep. Now." the older alpha demand like a kid.

Blake laughs at the childish behavior and removes everything from the bed. Easton lays on his back as he gestures for Blake to join him.

The younger alpha slips into his mate's arms and immediately feels the safest. "Good night" Easton greets pulling Blake closer to his chest.

"Good night, Easton" Blake stretches up to kiss his mate's lips before his heavy eyes give in.

Easton eyes run thinking about Christopher's behavior. He needed to talk to Tib tomorrow morning, he thinking before giving in to the sleep.

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Back in the empty house of Christopher, Samael was wide awake. Many questions ran through his mind, one being the way Blake treated him.

The way of exchange between the father and son did not seem to be perfect. There was hesitation and carefulness just like his relationship with Christian. Samael knew that Christian was not his father but he provided for him when no one did.

But, what makes this pair to have so much despair and tension in the bond.

Maybe they weren't as happy a family as he thought.

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