Blue had ordered a giant wet burrito with pollo asado, drenched in green chile sauce. The thing was huge, and he knew before even biting into it that there was no way he'd ever be able to finish it. Either Eivind would finish it for him, or it would simply be another to-go box shoved into the mini fridge in their hotel room on top of the others from Blue's half-finished meals. Eivind didn't seem to mind as long as Blue was eating anything at all, so Blue made sure to fill himself until he couldn't do so anymore. He fiddled with the temporary phone Eivind bought him. The wolf had promised to get him a proper phone later, once they were settled in a permanent living situation. They'd need it for when Blue went to school, but for now the pre-paid phone would suffice. The only two phone numbers Blue had memorized belonged to Little Bird and Chrysanthemum, so he shot off a quick group text to both girls' phones.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center"><i>hey it's blue. this will be my temporary phone #. you can reach me here for now. if you ever wanna visit, eivind and i are staying at the fairmont room #305. you're welcome anytime, just text me if you decide to come over. love you xoxo<br/>
</i>​</div>The phone was shoved into Blue's pocket and the two continued with their meal. Blue managed to finish 3/4 of the burrito before tapping out, and they took the leftovers back to the hotel. Blue moved to grab his art supplies from the back, but Eivind took them instead, hanging the bag of drawing and painting utensils off of one arm while gently cradling the easel, canvas and sketchbook in between his hands. After Blue unlocked the door to their room, he snatched the supplies from Eivind with a smile on his face, placing the bag, canvas, and sketchbook on the table before going to set up the easel in the corner of the room. Eivind had approached him, touching again, asking if he was sore. Blue grinned as he felt Eivind's hands explore his body. There was something empowering about how deeply his partner craved him.<br/><br/>"Mmmm, yes," Blue purred, feeling his shirt move up and over his head. "I can't move an inch without feeling you." A pop of the button on his jeans, fabric sliding down his hips. Blue shucked off all of his layers until he was standing there before his mate, nude, but he quickly leaped away from the wolf. "Uh huh, naughty wolf," Blue teased, licking his lips as he sauntered over to the dresser, where he had shoved away all the clothes they had bought. Blue slowly pulled out one of the pairs of see-through underwear he had sneaked underneath the wolf's noise, this time opting for the blue pair.<br/><br/>"Let's play a game, huh Vin? We'll see how long you can stand watching me in these before you need to tear them off." Blue laughed, pushing his legs through and pulling the briefs up, letting the band snap into place on his hips. The fabric hugged the curve of his ass and his genitalia flatteringly, giving Eivind just enough of a view to get his animal instincts all worked up. "Don't actually tear them off though, okay? I really like these."<br/><br/>Blue grabbed his sketchbook and some pencils, then made his way over to the bed, situating himself comfortably against the headboard. "Take off your clothes. I'm going to sketch you."<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">★ ★ ★ ★ ★<br/>​</div>"Little Bird! Chrysanthemum! Get down here!"<br/><br/>The girls rushed from their rooms at the sound of their father's yelling. They were both wide eyed as they came down the stairs, their eyes immediately going to the beaten up man sitting in their living room across from Louis.<br/><br/>"Has Blue contacted you?"<br/><br/>The two girls looked at one another. They had both seen the text from Blue. "Yes, Papa," Little Bird eventually said, unsure why their father was asking them about Blue. They had heard everything, knew that their father was incensed with their older brother for reasons they didn't agree with. They were hoping Papa would eventually calm down, as he always did, and reach out to Blue, but it seemed far too soon for Papa's ire to have quelled.<br/><br/>"Do you know where he is?"<br/><br/>"Yes, Papa," Chrysanthemum replied, her head tilted, not unlike Blue's when he was confused or curious. "Papa, what's going on?"<br/><br/>"That man your brother came home with? He beat this gentleman just for speaking to Blue. I'm going to go and get your brother. From what Vincent here has told me, this boyfriend is a violent, dangerous man, and I don't want Blue anywhere near him."<br/><br/>The two girls looked at one another, both wearing thick masks of disbelief. They had seen the way Blue and Eivind fawned over one another, their embrace in the truck. They had heard how they had spoken. The man on the couch looked<i>bad</i>, but both girls shared the unspoken thought that if Eivind really had kicked the shit out of him, he probably deserved it. But they didn't really know Eivind, they only knew Blue, and they weren't sure if they could trust enough in his choices to know definitively that he wasn't in danger.<br/><br/>"He's... he's at the Fairmont, Papa," Little Bird said gently, hoping she wasn't making a mistake by revealing where Blue and his boyfriend were. She didn't trust this stranger like her father seemed to, but she didn't want Blue to be hurt, either.<br/><br/>"Your mother and I are going to get your brother. Vincent, come with us." It wasn't a question.<br/><br/>The girls reluctantly related the rest of Blue's whereabouts to their parents and watched from the driveway as the three adults climbed into their father's SUV and drove off. Louis was trembling with anger as he stomped his way through the hotel and down the hallway, Katherine and Vincent following closely behind. Vincent wore a grin on his face, eager to see the drama unfold as Louis dragged his son away from that crazy motherfucker Blue called his boyfriend. He didn't care if he got the opportunity to fuck Blue again, though it would have been nice. Vincent's only motivation was to cause pain to the man who had made a fool out of him in whatever capacity he could. If he cared<i>so damn much </i>about Blue, then stealing Blue away from him by proxy would be more than satisfying.<br/><br/>Louis didn't knock when they reached room 305, he pounded on the door, eager to remove his son from whatever fucked up situation he had gotten himself into.