Monty liked to think that he was in control of everything. He liked everything in his world to be a certain way. He’d never admit that part of what attracted him to Ishmael in the first place was the fact that Monty decidedly did not control him. It made his life frustrating and interesting all at the same time. He’d have gotten bored of Ishmael a long time ago if the vampire was the type to just fall in line and be whatever Monty wanted him to be. Thank Merlin he didn’t do that. Not that he would ever tell Ishmael that.

Where was the trinket he had grabbed for the sole purpose of gifting it to Ishmael? He had filled his pockets so it was mixed in with everything else. Monty was immediately deterred from continuing his search for it when Ishmael hooked his fingers into the waist of his trousers. He smirked as Ishmael pulled him closer towards him. This, they usually didn't have a problem doing very well. In this, at least, they seemed perfectly well matched.

"That sounds like a very good idea," Monty said as he reached his hand up to Ishmaels face and caressed his thumb over Ishmael's cheek as he used his other hand to feel around the objects he had procured. Where was it? He didn't want to admit that he had just mixed it in with everything else and now couldn't find it. It had to be here, he didn't think he'd dropped anything on the way home. If losing it cost him his Ishmael time, he wasn't going to be happy.

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