Paint Me Like One Of Your French Men

Painting Fourteen

"You really did a number on my back," Vincent tried to look at it in the mirror. There were dozens of claw marks. Some scabbed. "I have a thing for your nails but damn," he was half tempted to take a picture of it but he wouldn't be able to get a good one. Since, you know, it's impossible to take a good picture of your own back.

"Speaking of backs," Vincent looked at Adrian, "how is yours?" Adrian groaned and sat up. There were bags under his eyes since Vincent had refused to let him sleep. "That good, huh?" Vincent laughed. "Roll over on your stomach. I'll massage it for you and then we can go take a bath," Vincent offered. Adrian did as he was told. Vincent was surprisingly good at giving massages. He wanted to fall asleep like this but he figured it wasn't a great idea. The two still needed to get cleaned up. 

After the bath, there was a knock on the door. Vincent laughed as he got dressed. "I can't believe it," he said. "That dumbass really came here." Vincent opened the door to see the one and only Diedrich. He was there, tapping his foot, with his arms crossed. "Let me in," he glared. Vincent began to close the door. There were exactly two reasons why he wouldn't let Diedrich into his apartment. Firstly, the guy was so rude about it. Secondly, Adrian was still changing so Vincent had to stall. 

"I don't invite scary looking people into my house. Especially not when they hijacked the internet for my address," Vincent shook his head. 

"You son of a bitch," Diedrich began to raise his voice. "Let me in right now! You owe me."

"Oh," Vincent snickered, "did you really come here for your 'payment'? How desperate are you? Is your wife not treating you well?"

"I am going to strangle you if you don't let me into this damn apartment of yours right now!" Diedrich threatened.

"Oooo, kinky, but you didn't say please," Vincent continued to close the door.

"Will you please let me in?" Diedrich asked.

"Nope," Vincent shut the door in Diedrich's face. Adrian was behind him, (finally fully clothed, I might add). Vincent wasn't going to let that angry male into the home without explaining a few things to the guy first. "Diedrich is here," he began. Adrian became a statue. He was too shocked to move. "He helped me find you. Be nice to him, okay? You trust me, don't you? Don't get mad, no matter what happens, okay?" Vincent pet Adrian and went back to open the door. Diedrich was still standing there. Just like a stalker. 

"You don't give up, do you?" Vincent sighed. 

"I need to talk to you and I am willing to stand here as long as I need to in order to make that happen," Diedrich continued tapping his foot. Vincent allowed the angry noodle into his apartment. Might as well get this conversation over with. It was bound to happen one way or another.

"What the hell? You asked me to look into someone you already had living with you? Why is your personality so damn terrible?" Diedrich gestured to Adrian. Adrian just tilted his head in confusion. He didn't understand what was going on but he stopped trying to figure it out when Vincent told him to trust him. He just had to remain ignorant for a while. He'd be sure to get Vincent to tell him everything later. That is, if the conversation between the two didn't fill Adrian in.

"I have a great personality, thank you very much," Vincent sighed. "What is it you're here to talk to me about? Is there something you couldn't have said on the phone? This is the only time you've gone out of your way to talk to me in..." Vincent began counting the years on his hands. He gave up after a while. Every time Diedrich and Vincent had a conversation it was because Vincent had contacted Diedrich first. This must be important if Diedrich was here. 

Diedrich grabbed Vincent's shirt collar and shoved him into the wall. "You slept with my wife, didn't you?" 

"Huh?" Vincent burst out in a fit of laughter, "Diedrich, why are you so slow? Why are you just now asking me about this?"

"He looks nothing like me. He doesn't even look like Rachel. He looks like your goddamn clone," Diedrich clenched his teeth. "I've been looking for you for years now. You just left without a word. I couldn't find you until I traced your phone that night when you finally reached out to me. Don't lie to me, damnit," he shoved Vincent into the wall again. 

"You hurt me first," Vincent began, "I only acted like the vengeful idiot that I am. I tried to tell you, multiple times, that Rachel didn't love you a single bit. You wouldn't believe me. You said she wasn't like that. Over and over I listened to you defend her. I got sick of it, you know?" Vincent smiled, albeit sadly. "So, I proved it to you. I seduced her since she liked me so much. She liked me so much that she got close to you just to talk to me. She didn't want to marry you, but she agreed anyway. Do you know why? Because I asked her to."

"You asshole," Diedrich let go of Vincent's shirt and stumbled backwards. He didn't mean that. He couldn't have. He didn't know what he was feeling but he knew it was only half anger. Most of it was self-loathing. He'd made a mistake marrying Rachel but there was no way to take it back now. 

"It was a great revenge plot," Vincent shrugged. "Every day of your lives Rachel will see the man she loved but couldn't have and you'll see the man you loved but threw away. You'll never be free," Vincent laughed. Adrian just continued to stand stone still, watching everything take place. Only one thought crossed his mind: never get on Vincent's bad side. That thought was popping up a lot over the past few days. This man wasn't really a human. He was a possessive bastard. But, Adrian was too so he didn't have any right to complain. He would've done something similar if he was in Vincent's shoes. He might've even done something worse. 

Diedrich grabbed Vincent's shirt again and kissed him. Adrian's blood began to boil. He was furious. He knew he wasn't supposed to be so he tried desperately to hold himself back from going into Brutal Attack Mode 8. Vincent had told him not to get mad. He had to calm down. BuT hOw? Adrian.exe has stopped working. Please shut down and restart the device. 

Vincent had moved his hand quick enough to separate their lips. Diedrich never made contact. Instead, a Hershey Kiss was placed inside his mouth. Vincent smiled while Diedrich looked completely defeated. He let go of Vincent. "I never said what kind of kiss I was giving you, did I?" Vincent stuck out his tongue. "Serves you right, idiot. You can't take back what you've thrown away."

He threw his arm around Adrian and poked his cheek. "One man's trash is another man's treasure, you know?" Vincent said. Diedrich glared and walked out to leave Adrian and Vincent alone. It was likely Vincent would never hear from him again. Unless Diedrich planned to surprise him by having him build a relationship with his son. No. Chances are Diedrich wouldn't allow him to come into contact with his son. Vincent was okay with that. One day the kid would probably start asking questions about why he didn't look like Diedrich. Vincent would just have to wait.

'I didn't know you had a kid,' Adrian wrote.

"There are a lot of things you don't know about me," Vincent replied.

'You better not flirt with anyone ever again or I'll kill you,' Adrian glared.

"But that means I can't flirt with you," Vincent pouted. 

'As long as it's only me,' Adrian smiled, 'then that's fine.' 

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A/N: Alright ya turds. Which one of ya'll is ready for some serious Grell action? c; Yus. Grell's high speed chase for his divine man is about to begin.