Lazarus had become curious about where his fledge went to, when he snuck away from him. He always chose times that were most convenient to Lazarus, so the blonde had never bothered to question it, thinking Cicero was just getting himself out of the way while he drank, fucked and got rid of whoever it was he'd picked up and brought home. Even when two someones were brought home for Cicero to share in, Lazarus found Cicero mostly unwilling - except for one particular young man who he'd been interested enough to fuck alongside Lazarus, before declaring he was done and leaving Lazarus to finish playing with him. Obviously Cicero had a type, and Lazarus had stumbled across it unwittingly. Either way, he didn't hang around while Lazarus entertained himself. This time, half an hour after Cicero left and Lazarus had finished quickly with his mortal plaything, the blonde Ancient was more curious about where Cicero had gone to than drinking and fucking whats-his-name again.
It only took a further five minutes for Lazarus to get himself showered and dressed, and he threw out the mortal tidbit, who was protesting that he was still naked. Lazarus told him he should be thankful he was still alive and not getting tossed into the garden with the other corpses. This was a lie, but it was enough to get the toy hastily leaving and dressing as he went. Lazarus didn't know if Cicero could drive, but he could. Kind of. He figured it out, but had to walk the last few blocks to the Detour Hotel, where his blood bond with Cicero sang to him, after the car he'd used ploughed into a tree that had been stupidly planted in someone's front yard.
While Lazarus had been on his adventure, Cicero had been spending his time with Tucker, and not really thinking about how close his sire's blood signature was getting. He released his frustrations on the youth and drank from him, because it had been awhile since he'd taken from him. He felt refreshed and replenished, and used Tucker's shower to get the scent of sex off himself, for he'd intended on visiting with Ami. He went to her next, where they spoke of music and art, or didn't speak at all and just spent time in each other's company, or he provoked her until she finally said something caustic at him and made him laugh.
By the time he left her, Lazarus was in sight of the complex and saw what door Cicero had left. He watched as Cicero moved into the courtyard, and flew upward. Lazarus hadn't yet seen this trick, and even he had to admit that this kind of talent would be handy. Still, there were cars available for the stealing, and he thought he'd be a bit better at it. Running was fun enough when it could be done at real speed, anyway. He hadn't done it this time because he'd thought he'd need the energy to battle with Cicero, if his fledge had been sour at being followed.
Lazarus went to the door Cicero had come out of, and held his head close to it. He could hear movement inside, so whoever Cicero had visited with was still awake and moving around in there. He sniffed the air but couldn't smell sex, but he could smell Cicero's scent, and the soap he'd used while at Tucker's room. Figuring Cicero had fucked whoever was in here and was keeping his party favour all to himself, Lazarus was bitter enough to want to have a go. He'd offered to share all his toys with Cicero, after all.
Raising his fist, Lazarus knocked on the door three solid times.
