Daemon purred into the other's mouth, loving the feeling of his lips on Vladimir's. He smiled and wrapped his legs around the man's waist, pulling his hips closer. This caused Daemon to moan, forgetting that Vladimir was still inside him. "Oh fuck... "

Vladimir grunted faintly as he felt Daemon pull his hips closer, once again moving his cock inside of Daemon's entrance and causing some semen to spill onto the floor. "D-Daemon...you have to...be careful. You'll get me excited again." he playfully scolded.

Daemon looked at Vladimir and smirked. "Not like you would that now~ You know you would just fuck me again~" He purred before pulling Vladimir again, driving the man's softening cock into his ass. He let out a small noise.

Vladimir chuckled softly at Daemon's response before he let out a faint groan as Daemon pulled his hips in once again, driving his cock once again into that tight entrance. "D-Daemon...you naughty boy." he said softly as he grinded against his lover. He had noticed that Nathaniel still wasn't making any noise upstairs. He didn't remember if Nathaniel had rudely asked to go to a friend's house only to leave anyway, even if him and Daemon told him "no".

Daemon smirked up at the vampire but when the other man ground against him, his eyes fluttered closed and he threw his head back, groaning softly. He was already so sensitive and for Vladimir to move again just sent pleasure up his spine. He laid on the counter but the worse thing besides his back arching oddly due to the counter's edge, was the faint noise he heard to someone trying to open the door softly, his heightened senses picked up on it and he snapped his eyes open to look at Vladimir before mouthing: did you hear that?

Vladimir immediately tensed hearing that same sound and he turned his head quickly toward the entry hall. Without saying a word, he carefully removed himself from Daemon's entrance to fix his underwear and trousers to head to the entry hall to see what or who was trying to open the door.

Daemon bit his lip as the other pulled out, not wanting to make any noise. He fixed himself and tried to stand but had to grab the counter for support. When he finally rounded the corner with Vladimir, he spotted none other than their son trying to close the door quietly.

"Nathaniel! Where have you been?"

The teenage vampire pulled back the black hood of his hoodie, revealing the large headphones he had on his head that were obviously blaring metal music in his ears as he didn't even notice his parents until he turned around to see them both standing there looking at him. He pushed his headphones off of his head and let them rest on his neck, letting the music he was listening to play as he pushed aside his long bangs that had been hiding the left side of his face. "I was out with a few friends...what do you care?"

"Nathan, you know better...you need to tell us when you decide to go out on one of your "outings" because we're responsible for you." Vladimir replied. He tried to be the firm father, he really did. It was difficult at times for him because every time he looked at his son, he tried to remember the little boy who couldn't wait to play with him with the army set that he had gotten for him. Said army play set was long forgotten In the attic, along with a lot of memories from Nathaniel's childhood. The sweet little boy was now replaced with a teenager full of angst and a pubescent need to make an identity for himself, as evident by the fact that Nathaniel had let his hair grow to his neck with the bangs parted to one side, had gotten a lip piercing without either his or Daemon's permission, and was now rarely seen without at least one article of black clothing. Some days, all he wore was black.

Nathaniel only gave what sounded like a growl in annoyance as he made his way to the stairs without giving Daemon so much as a glance and he trudged up the stairs as he put his headphones back on his head.

Daemon watched his son. What do you car? His son had been speaking to him like that for a while now, as if Daemon was a bad parent or never listened to him. The young man sighed heavily and waited for his father to talk to him. The man did and Daemon merely watched as his son seemed to grow more irritated by the minute. He was sad that this was the same child who would run outside when he could hear his father coming down the stone path and the same child who would worry about how cold Midnight would get.

the boy gave a growl and Daemon didn't even get a glance his direction. He looked down and bit his lip. His son was hurting him in more ways than one at this point. From arguing often, almost every day now, to just not even acknowledging his mother. Daemon turned away from Vladimir as a single tear began to fall down his cheek. However, a few more spilled free but Daemon quickly swiped them away before turning back to Vladimir and hugging the vampire tightly.

Vladimir wrapped his arms around Daemon to hold his lover as he watched the teenager disappear around the corner to head to his bedroom and he soon heard a door open and slam shut. He looked down at Daemon as he felt the other male tremble in his arms from anguish and he slowly began rocking Daemon side-to-side gently in his arms. He could feel the pain. He knew the pain Daemon was feeling quite well. This pain was what Daemon was afraid of from the beginning, when Nathan was still growing inside of Daemon's body. He didn't know what he could say to Daemon to help lessen this agony. All he knew to do was to hold his lover and help him through it, to let him know that he wasn't suffering alone.

Daemon clung to Vladimir and shuddered in the man's arms. Why was Nathaniel so angry at him for? He had done nothing but love the boy. He cared for him and nurtured him and he was basically throwing all of that effort back in his face. It affected Daemon too much. Vladimir was suffering because Daemon was hardly around him anymore. The only times they even have contact with each other is when Daemon is sobbing in this man's arms. He clutched the vampire's shirt and sobbed.

"W-what did I do to him? I-I..."

Daemon didn't want to cry right here. He never let Nathaniel see him cry. He always made sure to leave the room, then again the teenager had left to his room. Daemon buried his face in Vladimir's chest.

Vladimir ran his finger comfortingly through Daemon's long, black hair. It was moments like these where he was usually pushed away so that his lover could be alone. Vladimir would never follow. He was always afraid of hovering Daemon too much to the point where his lover would despise his company...but, now, Daemon wasn't pushing him away. He didn't tell Vladimir to let go or to leave him alone. That made his heart swell, but at the same time, a growing ache grew in his chest as he felt the tears stain his shirt. This was the same boy who fussed over Nightwing, who said multiple times that he wanted to be just like Vladimir while also having his mother's attitude...a boy with such vivid imagination. What replaced him was a teenager full of angst of unknown origin. All Vladimir could do without being forceful with his parenting was hold his lover as he shed tears and continue to give as much encouragement as he could.

"I don't know, darling. I really don't...but, I promise you...we will find out why he is acting the way that he is and put a stop to it." Vladimir said softly.

Daemon looked up at Vladimir and sniffled.

"what if this is just how he grows up? What if he stays like this? I don't know if I could live with that. He's so cruel to me and never even acknowledges me anymore. I'm surprised he hasn't insulted me yet... I hope it doesn't come to that.."

Daemon laid his head against Vladimir's chest and hugged the other tightly. Hopefully their son would not insult him. Daemon didn't know what he would do at that point.

Vladimir frowned as his lover expressed his concerns. He worried about that too. Nathaniel could possibly remain like this for the rest of his days until he finally decided to run off and leave. Vladimir could only do so much to keep Nathaniel from doing so, and chasing him down wouldn't make things any better and letting him go would make Daemon devastated. There was no easy way to deal with this situation without possibly crossing the barrier of what it means to be a good parent and an abusive one. He couldn't lock Nathaniel in his room forever, but he also didn't give Nathaniel all of the freedom he wanted. There was only one occurrence that he remembered where Nathaniel attempted to leave the border of the nearby town and Vladimir had to show a bit of an ugly side of himself to his son to get him to go home...he didn't hit his son, but he still felt horrible for it. He tightened his arms around Daemon when his lover returned his head to his chest.

Daemon laid his head on the man's chest and wiped away his own tears. This was not something that happened everyday, but it still hit him very hard when Nathaniel acted out. What happened to the sweet little boy who would just laugh at everything his mother did? That little boy was gone and now there was this very angst filled teenager. He sighed and hugged Vladimir.

"Damn it.... I feel bad. I mean, was I not a good enough mother? Did we spoil him too much while he was a child?"

Daemon sighed heavily and nuzzled into Vladimir.

"I don't know, Daemon. That's just it. I don't know what happened. It all started with the dark clothes, then he wanted his room the be painted a darker color, then all of this loud music, and now...he's associating with these strangers who we've never met and he's carrying this bad attitude everywhere he goes." Vladimir replied as he ran his fingers through Daemon's long, dark locks.

Daemon held the man's shirt, hugging the vampire tightly. There had to be something that they did or was this just something every teenager went through? There had to be a reason for this sudden change. Daemon let go of Vladimir's shirt so that he could rub the man's back.

"He won't even talk to me.... You've had to be firm him... You raised your voice a while back when he was getting out of control... I'm afraid of it getting worse."

"My love, I know. I fear the same thing. The only thing we can do is try and do our best to keep him from getting worse, maybe starting with how often he leaves the house. I don't want to say that we keep him locked up here all the time, but just keeping him here more often until we can find out if it's the people he's hanging around or not." Vladimir replied.

Daemon nodded and looked up at Vladimir. "alright... Hopefully we can find out who these people are before he decides to run away... Which I hope he hasn't even considered. I would hope he didn't run away actually..."

((is this dead?))