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Upon reaching the large keep that was Mordhaus, Charles quickly saw to it that Selene's coffin was unloaded while the boys awoke and drug themselves inside, still yawning.

Once inside the CFO gently tapped upon the battered black box, signaling to his newest client it was safe to come out. Slowly rising from the battered old coffin, the vampire gradually blinked those golden eyes at her new dungeon-like surroundings. "We're home," Charles smiled slightly at the sleepy keyboardist.

"Bonjour Monsieur," she greeted with a slight yawn. Climbing out of the box, Selene's eyes darted around the room taking in every detail, "No windows, merci." A soft smile gracing her features as she curtsied to her new manager.

"As requested," Charles nodded, returning her smile slightly.

"I am assuming I may wander as desired?" Selene asked as she sat upon the battered wooden coffin.

"Of course, anywhere you want. With the exception of the boys' bedrooms of course," the brunette stated matter of factly.

"Merci," the vampire bowed her head respectfully. "Is that all Monsieur?"

With a quick nod, Charles smiled one last time as he headed for the door, "I hope you enjoy your stay."

"Merci," Selene repeated, raising to follow him out, whispering, "You're nervous."

"I'm fine," he tried to reassure her. "I just didn't sleep long last night."

"I'm sure Nathan would have liked you to stay longer," the vampire stated with a knowing little smile as she vanished down the hallway leaving a red-faced Charles staring at her retreating form before he too left the room.

Sniffing the air, Selene began hunting around, eventually coming across a gear. Smiling softly and stroking the hooded man's neck, she gently sank her teeth into the warm body drawing out the hot fluid, but leaving him alive. Wiping her mouth the woman softly whispered before she left, "Merci mon ami."

Meanwhile in the recreation room, Nathan stretched across one of the couches watching the massive television in front of him, occasionally glancing towards his band mates.

"Hey, something ams on your mind Nathans?," Skwisgaar asked feeling the predatory eyes upon him even without raising his head.

"No," the singer rumbled, blinking in surprise that he had been noticed so swiftly. "Just hungry," he nodded.

"Oh!" Toki's attention had finally been gotten, his eyes lighting up. "Lets gets more pizza and beers and hots wings!" This suggestion was quickly agreed upon by all five men. "Mother f-cking cheese sticksch!" Murderface chimed in grinning.

"Yea!" Nathan bellowed, ringing for Jean-Pierre.

"Right away M'Lords," the mutilated chef bowed as the order replayed over and over in his head on the way back to the kitchens.

A sudden realization hit as the guys spread out to wait for their meal. Surprisingly it was Murderface who voiced the insight, "Hey, where'sch Schelene? She'sch going to missch out!"

"Maybes she gots lost," Toki chimed in.

"Probably doing girl sh-t," Nathan countered in a deep rumble.

"Hey! So what kind of sch-t do girlsch do?" William questioned, glancing around at the other four men in the room.

"Go shoppings, uh, does their hair, their markups," Skwisgaar started before blinking in sudden confusion "— Hells I don'ts knows what girl sh-t is!"

"They collects stuff animals and has sexs," Toki nodded before being chastised.

"No Toki, schex is for men!" Murderface countered, only for the entire band to suddenly turn to stare at him.

"Well, you needs a ladies for sex, less you ams gay," Skwisgaar noted before turning back to his guitar, deciding this conversation had turned a little too odd for him.

"He's right William," Charles agreed as he entered the rec-room with a folder in hand, causing Nathan to give a little smirk of approval.

"Sees!" the guitar god grinned at his victory. "What ams in the folder Charles?"

"And wheres am Selenes?" Toki questioned.

"Details about your new record," the CFO answered the blond first before turning to the youngest member of the band, laughing slightly, "and she's out doing 'girly sh-t' as you referred to it."

"What isch girly sch-t anyways?" Murderface questioned again, this time aiming the inquiry at his manager.

Instantly Charles began rubbing the bridge of his nose in slight frustration, "Why don't you ask her, as I'm a man William."

"F-cking robot," the bassist muttered under his breath, reaching for another hot wing.

"Hm? What was that William?" the manager smirked ever so slightly at his ability to irritate his client so easily. "Now," he continued, dropping back into his normal work mode, "your robot has set you up for your next record."

All this garnered from the five men before him was a collective groan. However a curious voice came from the dark haired woman who had appeared in the doorway. "We're recording?" Selene asked almost excitedly.

"Yes," Charles nodded with a small smile. "In four days."

"That gives me time to find where my synthesizer went," the female nodded, eliciting a bigger groan from the boys.

"Now, now boys, you have four days of rest," dark brown eyes rolled slightly behind his glasses. "Now if you'll excuse me," the lawyer quickly excused himself before his charges could argue.

The moment Charles was out of the room, Nathan grabbed an entire bucket of the wings and made to follow him into without a single word to his band mates or bothering to even knock. "You're, uh, not a lady," he nodded, sitting down on the couch watching him.

"No," Charles agreed, "I'm not a lady. So, Nathan, can I ask you something?"

"Uh, I guess so," the singer consented a little uneasily.

"Do you like me?"

"Yea, course we all do," Nathan relaxed a little at the simple inquiry. "You, like, cover our asses."

Shaking his head Ofdensen decided to clarify, "No, Nathan, let's say romantically."

"I, uh," the hulking front man was at a loss for words and began to bite his lip nervously as memories of the night before flashed through his mind.

Seeing his hesitation and discomfort, Charles rose and walked around the desk towards Nathan, planting a kiss on his lips. Instantly Nathan's eyes went wide in surprise, but he put up no resistance nor tried to pull away causing the smaller man to smirk once they parted.

Despite being a little shaken up and surprised, the singer pulled the lawyer close once more, his voice a low death growl, "I — think — I do. You got — soft lips." With that he shyly and softly kissed him once more.

"Thank you," Charles blushed a little at what passed as a compliment from the larger man.

"Welcome," Nathan nodded some. "So, uh, now what?" he asked with a little smile.

"I don't know," the CFO confessed.

"Are we like a couple?" the lead man questioned as he scooted over to make room for the mousey looking brunette.

"I guess so, technically speaking," Charles nodded as he sat.

Emboldened by the acceptance, Nathan smirked some, "Are we gonna tell people?"

"If you don't think it'll effect the band," the lawyer in Charles began to kick in slightly despite the newly bubbling hopefulness.

"They'll rag the hell outta us and you know it," the singer sighed slightly.

"I'm well aware," the manager nodded in agreeance, squeezing his hand slightly.

A smile crossed Nathan's lips slightly, a hopeful twinkle entering his emerald eyes, "This mean you'll go drinking with us more?"

"I'm not sure about that," his new boyfriend laughed a rare laugh. The sound seemed beautiful to the singer's expert ear as he shyly pulled Charles closer to him with a softer smile causing the smaller man to flush some.

"So how long you think we can keep it from them?" Nathan wondered hoping to try and spare them both the hell that his pseudo-brothers would put them through.

His happy bubble suddenly popped — not just popped but exploded in a violent fit of death most brutal — at the thought of his other clients finding out.

"I'm unsure," Charles sighed deeply.