Alpha to Omega-mxm

Chapter 19

(Don't forget to read yesterday's chapter first)

"Here."

Marquise slowly shut his mouth, then turned his head and looked down at what had been set on the bed beside him.

Oh?

A little curious, he carefully scooted to the edge of the bed, then grabbed the top article of clothing beside him. Holding it up, he couldn't help but be honest.

Absolutely gorgeous.

It wasn't anything crazy, just a midnight blue shirt with a faint bit of black fur around the collar, but he really liked it. Deciding not to bother wasting time since Taru had already come up to check on them, Marquise set the shirt aside, then tugged his own over his head.

He soon replaced it with the dark blue shirt, then looked at the other items waiting for him. The gold watch slid onto his wrist and clasped easily enough, then he stood up and slid on the pair of black pants after removing his own. Thankfully, they weren't really dress pants, but more leather with a few pockets and belts here and there. His old friend would have been proud to see such a thing on him.

Once his pants were bottomed correctly and the belts were fastened, he sat down and pulled on his boots, then grabbed the long coat he'd left on the nightstand and draped it over his shoulders.

"Hang on, I've got two more things," Vrasje said, making Marquise finally turn around and acknowledge the man.

"Here," Vrasje said as he reached over and slid an earring into Marquise's left ear.

He was just about to turn and look in the large mirror the man had above his dressing table when Vrasje gently settled three fingers against his jaw.

"Wait a moment. Close your eye, please."

Marquise immediately recoiled, but Vrasje just rolled his eyes.

"If I wanted to do something to you, I could have done it plenty of times already."

He... wasn't wrong.

Giving the man a scowl for his attitude, even though he was the one that clearly had one right then, Marquise closed his eye. It didn't take long before he felt Vrasje patting a slightly cold substance here and there, making him confused and curious as to what he was doing.

"Alright, see? Didn't take long at all," Vrasje said as Marquise squinted his eye back open, then looked toward the mirror.

Wow...

He'd never been one to mess around with makeup before, but as he approached the mirror, Marquise couldn't help but lift his hand up toward his now unblemished skin.

That hand was thankfully caught by Vrasje, who gave him a look when he glared at him in response.

"Don't touch it or it will come off."

Oh, right. That is how it works, isn't it.

"Ready to go?"

Marquise turned around, then blinked, a bit surprised. He hadn't noticed that Vrasje had already cleaned up the bit of blood he'd gotten on his neck, then changed clothes. He looked really good in his black suit and blood red shirt.

Those braids on his left side, too...

Quickly grabbing his cane that was leaning against the wall, Marquise licked his lips and nodded. When Vrasje reached out a hand toward him, Marquise bristled, but bit back the quiet growl he wanted to release. He had just taken a nap so he was feeling pretty good, but he knew that it wouldn't take much to wear him out again. So, biting back his frustration, he allowed Vrasje to take his hand and lead him from the room.