"Well someone' been a bit clean happy."

Ragnor rolled his eyes as Magnus sat down on the couch and propped his feet up on the coffee table.

"Feet down."

Ragnor smacked the man's legs with a towel and glared at him and straightened the mirror on the wall.

"Bossy," Magnus teased but put his feet down. "Having company?"

"As if it's any of your business but yes. I am. Why?" Ragnor went to the kitchen and checked on the food he had cooking on the stove.

"I was going to ask if you wanted to go out, but if you're having company I'll take it as an automatic no."

I wasn't planning on saying yes in the first place seeing as the last time we went out you nearly got me arrested, Ragnor thought rolling his eyes to himself.

"Weren't you and the shadow hunter supposed to be doing something?" Ragnor asked turning the stove down and checking the fridge for a few extra things.

"He had to cancel. Family trouble," Magnus sighed pouting.

The warlock stood up and stretched. "Ah well, I'll see if Cat's up to do something fun." He waved his hand. "I'll show myself out."

Ragnor wiped his hands off when the front door closed and finished cleaning up the small place. Well, small compared to his home in Idris. But he hardly ever stayed in New York very long and when he did it was only for a few weeks ever few months. But it was enough for him.

He turned off the stove once the food had finished cooking and got in the shower making quick work of washing before getting out and drying off changing into clean clothes and finishing just as there were a few sharp knocks at the door.

"Be right there," he made sure everything was right before going to the door. "Right on time as always."

He gave the man at the door a smile as he answered.

"I have nowhere else to be and I know how you can be when people are not on time," Raphael stepped into the apartment.

Ragnor closed the door behind him. "Can I get you something to drink?" he offered walking to the fridge. "They're made some sort of synthetic blood drink in Idris and I brought back a few if you'd like to try them. They're microwavable and supposed to be just like the real thing."

He turned around and almost fell back at how close Raphael was.

"Now we both know, synthetic blood is something I'm not going to want," Raphael chuckled his gaze dropping to the green man's neck before going back to his eyes.

Ragnor shook his head and nudged him back a few paces. "First off, personal space, and secondly, just try it. I can't keep letting you feed from me. It's very odd for someone my age to suddenly have to keep buying vitamin B tablets."

Raphael chuckled a bit but nodded and stepped back.

"I see what you're saying and I raise you this, I try this…faux blood, we have dinner and then we go to the good part si?"

Ragnor rolled his eyes and grabbed a bottle of the synthetic blood mix and popped it in the microwave.

"Despite the way you put it, yes."

Raphael nodded and got down some plates setting the table.

"I do not think I will ever tire of that," Raphael mused stretching a little bit and running a hand through his hair. "Do you think Magnus will ever catch on?"

"I highly doubt it," Ragnor chuckled starting to sit up.

Raphael frowned and tugged him back down and nuzzled his neck. "I did not say you could move mi rey esmeralda." He nipped at his neck. (my emerald king)

"I would like to shower if you don't mind," Ragnor sighed but laid back down letting the vampire sink his fangs into his neck. He let out a small groan and closed his eyes.

"Mmmm," Raphael pulled away after a little bit and licked his lips. "Showering is for after we've finished and I'm not done with you."

"I have work to do," Ragnor sighed.

"Ugh dios mio, work work work," Raphael let his arms fall back onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. "That is all you do. A la mierda el trabajo y deja que te follo en cambio." (fuck work and let me fuck you instead) He smirked. "We both know you'd enjoy that more."

"You know how I feel about that," Ragnor started to get up.

"Which part, the fact that I still have more stamina than you even though I'm seventy or that we both know you're a freak for the biting."

"Neither, it has to do with you looking like you're a fifteen year old," Ragnor answered.

"Dios mio, this shit again," Raphael rolled his eyes and sat up grabbing his shirt. "You don't seem to mind if when-"

"In my defense you don't give me a chance to say no," Ragnor interrupted.

"I don't hear you complaining either," the vampire stood up and picked up his shoes. "If I hadn't been turned at fifteen then you and I never would've met."

"Raphael-"

"Tengo setenta años de edad, no estoy volviendo más joven." (I'm seventy years old, I'm not getting any younger.)

Ragnor groaned and sat down on the bed putting his face into his hands as the front door slammed shut.