Eivind was being a good wolf, at first. He sat down next to Blue and reclined back, allowing the young man to get a good, long few of his hardened body. Blue smiled, feeling heat rush up his chest, his throat, and flower on his cheeks. “This is just a test sketch,” Blue replied, grinning as he drew a very light outline of Eivind's form into the paper. “To make sure that I can capture your essence. I want to paint you, eventually, but not here, locked up in a room. I want you to be outside. You fit better there. You're still going to be naked, though. So just relax.”<br/><br/>His lover followed his directions for a short time, but it seemed as though Eivind had plans of his own. Blue's attention was momentarily captured as Eivind's hand reached down in between his legs and took hold of his flaccid cock, caressing it gently to encourage a nice, thick erection. “Mmm, yes,” Blue said with a tiny smirk, licking his lips as he admired Eivind's growing member from the corner of his eye. “If you're going to model for me, you really should look your best.”<br/><br/>The wolf was staring hard at him as he worked, but Blue didn't mind in the slightest. It was a game of wills; either Blue would give in and touch his aroused partner, or Eivind would decide he couldn't wait any longer and pounce on top of Blue. The young male decided he would have been happy with either outcome. Blue had begun to set a harder outline on his sketch, defining the smooth lines of Eivind's legs and the attractive angles of his shoulders and neck when the older man began making suggestions. Blue laughed, his lips stretching into a wide grin.<br/><br/>“Oh, does it like me?” Blue asked slowly, “I wouldn't have guessed.” His pencil moved down to the lightly defined area between Eivind's legs, darkening the lines of Eivind's fingers and the thick, erect organ between his legs.<br/><br/>Eivind kept flirting, kept trying to convince Blue to touch. It was extremely endearing, and arousing, and Blue's cock was throbbing, trapped underneath the sheer fabric of his underwear. He couldn't hide his erection, so he didn't bother, but he did have to shift the sketchbook on his lap to accommodate his hard on. “You know, Eivind, Monet made quite a name for himself painting things he couldn't actually see,” Blue mused lightly, chewing on his bottom lip. “Maybe I could do something like that? Make wonderful art with my shitty human eyesight. You do make a nice point, though,” he added after a minute pause, setting his sketchbook and pencil off to the side and turning his body toward Eivind. “I am a stickler for details.”<br/><br/>Blue leaned forward and wrapped his fingers around his boyfriend's pulsing arousal, stroking the long, thick shift and admiring the veins underneath the skin. “Oh, Vin, I think you were right. It does like me.”<br/><br/>By the time the sound of angry pounding echoed against the door, Blue was wrapped around Eivind, stroking him slowly while his lips tasted his lover's mouth. He groaned in frustration when the wolf pulled away from him, but was forgiving knowing it was probably just Sig. “He has the most interesting timing,” Blue said, throwing himself back onto the bed and splaying out, not caring that he was even more exposed than the last time Sig had seen him in a pair of briefs. He'd be able to see Blue's erection if he came in, but if Eivind didn't mind, Blue decided he didn't, either.<br/><br/>The human immediately lifted his head when harsh, angry words left his mate's mouth, though he couldn't see what was happening beyond the door. The wolf called for him to get dressed, but Blue only craned his head to try and see beyond Eivind's tense back. “Vin, who is it? What's going on?”<br/><br/>Without wasting a single word on Eivind, Louis forced himself forward and into the hotel room, his eyes immediately growing wide when he saw his son practically naked on the hotel bed. Blue squealed, rushing to pull blankets over himself and cover his around and mutilated body. “Papa! What the fuck are you doing here?!”<br/><br/>“Tu rentres chez nous, Blue. Tu n'êtes pas en sécurité.”<br/><br/><div class="bbCodeSpoiler">
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</div><br/>“Papa, what the hell are you talking about?”<br/><br/>“We know what this monster did last night,” Louis spat, tossing his finger in Eivind's direction. “Violently attacking someone just for talking with you? You're not going to be in a relationship with someone with a temper like that. We're leaving.”<br/><br/>Katherine had slipped in behind her husband, but instead of focusing on her son's erotic positioning in the bed, her eyes immediately fell to the scars on Blue's shoulder, the only thing he hadn't covered up with the bed's comforter. “Oh my god, Blue!” Katherine gasped, rushing to her son's side. “What happened to you? Did he do this?”<br/><br/>“What? Did Eivind--? Are you serious? No, no he didn't do anything to me!” Blue's silver eyes were wide and confused until they fell on Vincent, his beaten visage smirking there in the doorframe. “You,” Blue hissed, his lip curling into a snarl. “What the fucking hell did you tell them?”<br/><br/>“I told them the truth,” Vincent said silkily, shrugging his shoulders. “Your boyfriend is extremely dangerous. It's not safe for you here, Blue. You obviously aren't making sound decisions. This is for your own good.”<br/><br/>“My own good?” Blue huffed and tossed the sheets off of himself, not paying attention when his mother made an audible noise of shock at his attire. Although his erection had waned, there was no hiding the lines of Blue's dick underneath his briefs. As far as his parents were concerned, he might as well have been naked.<br/><br/>“What in the hell are you wearing?” Katherine hissed, but Blue ignored her, stomping up to Vincent instead.<br/><br/>“You fucking coward. You're embarrassed that Eivind beat the shit out of you and now you're siccing my own parents on us? Are you serious right now?”<br/><br/>“Blue, get over here,<i>now. </i>Get dressed immediately. It's apparent this man is unhinged.”<br/><br/>“Louis, look at his body...”<br/><br/>Louis listened to his wife's instructions, ignoring the view of his son's buttocks and instead focusing on the ugly, pink, shiny scars that covered one side of Blue's ribcage. The man was left speechless, unable to tear his eyes away from his boy's damaged body. His face became red, his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared as he turned on Eivind, stomping up close, shoving his face into the wolf's.<br/><br/>“What the fuck did you do to my son?"