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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: October 07, 2019, 04:00:45 AM »

Matteo dutifully washed himself with easy, graceful motions once Lazarus was finished. Soap here and there, small hands passing over smooth flesh. He seemed to have withdrawn somewhat, letting himself have a few precious seconds with his own thoughts... at least, as much as he could with the dominating aura of his sire's feelings crashing over him like waves. Laz's lethargy enervated him. It had been quite an evening for him as well, and when the command came for him to lead the way to bed, it was a welcome one.

It didn't take much to dry his spare, hairless form. He pulled his shorts back on and bundled the rest of their garments up in his arms, offering Laz a sleepy smile before padding out of the bathing area and down the hallway that led to their shared quarters.

He slung the clothing atop their other effects and flopped himself unceremoniously onto the bed, scooting over to the edge so that there would be plenty of room for Laz to splay himself out.

"Is it different than the sleep I know?" he asked quietly, peering up at his sire. "Will I dream?"

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City Streets / Re: Nox Vs. Luke

« on: September 25, 2019, 10:54:19 AM »

From the floor, his pursuer shouldn't have had enough leverage to mount a serious assault. Luke twisted so that the backward kick would merely brush him, but nearly stumbled when Nox's boot clipped his hip. Nox. That was his forgotten name. Nox was apparently very strong. Pain jolted through him from the point of impact; it was a good thing he'd opted to partially dodge, because otherwise he probably would have been thrown backward into the door.

This changed things. He didn't want to get into a clinch with someone stronger than him. He took the split second required to reset his footing and then lifted his left foot and stomped on the back of Nox's left knee. He left his foot slide off, and the instant his weight was centered again, he lifted his right arm and then slammed it down toward the back of Nox's skull. The very end of the tentacle had shaped into a lumpy sphere, turning his arm into a makeshift morningstar. The organic weapon arced downward with trained precision. Hopefully Nox wasn't as tough as he was strong.

The shouted command made him flinch, made the breath freeze in his lungs, but he powered through whatever old impulse it had conjured. If Nox had something to say, he could say it chained and caged. Luke wasn't about to take any chances, not when it came to a Project Twilight special asset.

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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: September 25, 2019, 10:39:59 AM »

He worked the soap into a lather as Lazzaro gave his measured response. Teo stepped into position behind him, finally fully immersed in the spray. The boy loved water, and his transformation had not changed that. The bond would transmit as much, or at least, that he had calmed significantly as soon as the running water was washing over him.

The answer was hardly satisfactory, but he sensed he shouldn't press. Instead, he moved his soapy hands to Laz's back and had at it. He started at the small of his back and worked in small circles up his spine, using the pads of his thumbs and fingers to impart a somewhat lazy massage in the process. A faint smile touched his lips as he worked his way to his sire's shoulder blades, and which point he began sweeping the palms of his hands over the smooth planes of muscle and flesh to coat him completely.

"I was in love once," he imparted in quiet Italian. "But the world does not know what love is, and seeks to destroy it." The words were nearly matter of fact, as if it were a truth that even children knew. "I've already lost all that I will lose to love."

His hands came to rest on Lazzaro's hips, then slid down his buttocks, spreading the frothy lather he had worked up. There was nothing overtly sexual in the touch, though his fingers did occasionally brush down the crack or rub at his taint. He drew his hands to Laz's hips once more and tugged him backward gently to rinse off in the rush of water.

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City Streets / Re: Nox Vs. Luke

« on: September 13, 2019, 12:42:09 PM »

The door opened. His pursuer stepped in. He didn't seem to notice Luke at all. His entire body had been tensed to strike, but the obliviousness threw him off. It meant there was a chance he could escape without engaging. He wasn't sure what was preferable. There were too many variables, many of them uncertain, for a clear decision to emerge. Ideally he could subdue them- well, him. Probably him, anyway, judging from the details of the figure he could make out now that he was closer. Take him in for interrogation. But that might not be possible. He had to attack with overwhelming force, and if his opponent had a normal human constitution, he wasn't likely to survive it.

His split second of debate was interrupted by the shout. Krake. Nox. The words meant something to him. There was a memory, something that had surfaced, that he couldn't quite recall. Him, a man, a small room, studying. This person knew him. He knew this person. He just knew nothing about how, other than that he was definitely part of Project Twilight.

The rest of the second passed. Shit shit shit. Nothing was shaking loose in his brain. No helpful little flashback this time. He had to make a decision, and he had to do it without any details. He knew he couldn't strike a killing blow, though. Whoever this Nox was, they'd been... friends?... once. That was his gut sense, anyway.

Subdual it is. He shifted his weight just slightly and launched himself forward in a brutal tackle. The sound of the attack would easily be swallowed up by the sound of the moving train. He didn't spare any strength. His hope was to barrel Nox to the ground, disarm him, and immobilize him. He spared just enough concentration to soften the blade he'd forged, shifting it into a thick, solid tentacle which began to lengthen. Most of his focus was on the tackle, though. He came in low, to slam into the small of Nox's back. As soon as he did, he'd press his knee into the back of Nox's to disrupt his footing and make it easier to drive him to the ground. In theory, the result should have been Nox flat on his stomach, or at least crouched forward, with Luke behind him, ready to grapple and strike.

He didn't say anything. He didn't know what to say, or trust himself to speak. His mind wanted to keep trying to dredge up the recovered memory, but he had to focus. He'd get his answers later.

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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: September 13, 2019, 12:26:20 PM »

Lazzaro's touch was electricity. It raced through him, originating at the points of contact and then arcing over his nerves from the top of his head to the tip of his toes. He was frozen in place by it, as if he'd touched a live wire. A strangled, unnecessary breath escaped him when the ancient disengaged and moved past him into the shower proper. The charge died out, allowing him the freedom to sag slightly in the wake of the sudden paralysis. His cock was not hard, but it had certainly stirred. The degree to which his body was no longer his own was both awful and thrilling.

He remained where he was, watching as Lazzaro showered. His eyes followed the water cascading down the vampire almost-perfect body, catching on the stump. When Lazzaro opened his eyes, he'd find Teo staring at it, blatant and curious. He had the good grace to look upward and meet his sire's gaze. He stepped forward to get as much of himself under the water as he could given Lazzaro's position.

"What happened to your hand?" His voice was steady, but soft, almost overpowered by the hiss and splatter of the running water. He ducked his head under the spray to wet his hair. His attention remained on Laz, though. He barely expected the ancient to answer, but he had to ask. He glanced away, just enough to locate the dispenser of body wash affixed to the wall. The device was elegant and unobtrusive, the same color as the tile, and an instant later he had a palm full of creamy looking soap.

He stepped forward, asking permission with his body language; it would seem very much, from his stance, as if he was preparing to wash Lazzaro's back for him. The movements were tentative though- uncertain, almost fearful. The bond would resonate with confusion more than anything else. Teo wanted to touch him, wanted to help him, but he didn't know why.

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City Streets / Re: Nox Vs. Luke

« on: September 07, 2019, 12:46:22 PM »

Luke veered onto the train, catching a glimpse of the animate darkness further down the platform. Damn. They'd both be on the train, along with whatever urban denizens were embarked. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that there weren't many of them. If the train had been packed, it likely would have deterred an open confrontation, and since it wasn't, that meant fewer bystanders to get caught in the crossfire.

Likely would. His pursuer had burst into the station wreathed in blatantly supernatural darkness. Sure, there weren't likely to be many witnesses, but it was still reckless- much more reckless than he would have guessed a Project Twilight operative to be. Maybe he had it wrong. Maybe this was something else. One of Jake's enemies, or some random threat. He was probably being paranoid- no, he was definitely being paranoid, that was sort of his gig.

The doors slid closed with an automated chime. The subway crawled forward and then steadily picked up speed as it moved through the tunnel. Luke stalked across the car toward the door that led to the next furthest one away from his pursuer. A sign warned against passing between cars while the train was in motion, but Luke ignored it and pressed forward, pulling the door open and stepping out. The sound of the speeding train was almost deafening without the insulation of the metal cabin. The door opened onto a small platform, and there was another, with a door into the next car, almost abutting it. Comically thin chains hung between the cars, as if they'd actually have a chance of stopping someone who lost their footing from falling into the tunnel.

He paused for just long enough to familiarize himself with the layout of the between-space. There weren't any handholds for climbing onto the roof of the car, but he could have gotten up there if he wanted to. He wasn't sure what the clearance of the tunnels was, though, or what might be there for him to gain purchase on. Strong as he was, he wasn't sure how he'd fare trying to hold onto sleek metal at 70 m.p.h. Still, it was worth noting in case it came up.

He moved into the next car, and then the next one. The third was empty, not a single soul on it. He mused for all of a second before deciding that this was the best place to make his stand. No witnesses, no casualties. He took stock of the train car, but there were precious few features worth noting. Just seats and the poles spaced evenly for riders to hold onto. He opted to take up a spot to the immediate right of the door he had just passed through, flattening himself up against the wall beside it. There was nowhere to actually hide, but if his pursuer wasn't careful, he might not spot Luke until it was too late.

He concentrated on his right arm and began to mold it. The gray flesh warped and stretched, flowed and then flattened, leaving an eighteen inch blade at the end of its enhanced length. He would have reach on most weapons, but it wasn't so long that it would be awkward to use in the confined space of the car. Better safe than sorry. If he went for non-lethal force, it might not be enough. Better to hope that he could incapacitate whatever it was without killing it, if he could affect it at all.

All there was now was to wait. He kept himself tensed and poised to attack, breathing evenly. His vantage point gave him a view of the full car in case his foe decided to get tricky and approach from elsewhere, while still giving him immediate awareness of the door they would have to come through if they took the same path he had.

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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: September 07, 2019, 12:19:36 PM »

Matteo did his best to ignore Lazzaro's presence as they walked. He was initially spurred by aggravation, but that faded quickly enough and left the exercise purely academic. He wasn't sure that he could. The ancient was a singularity. He could feel his emotions bending toward Lazzaro and mutating in the psychic radiation that he (to Teo) seemed to give off. It took every shred of his willpower that he could summon not, like Orpheus, to look over his shoulder. The ineptitude of the comparison almost made him chucke. Lazzaro was no Eurydice, and they were bound for Hades, not departing it.

He diverted himself by imagining ways that he would placate Elisio. He could simply claim that he ran when they were attacked, and managed to avoid pursuit. It was well known that he was no fighter, so why would he have stayed and taken a beating? Their relationship had never been friendship. Neither of them had ever sacrificed anything for one another. He would understand. Teo would make him understand. He didn't want to alienate Elisio, not with the ripe taste of his blood still staining his memory, and he wanted to taste others, too. Boys whom he had been jealous of, boys who had been jealous of him, boys he'd never even spoken to and boys whom he'd held while they wept. The thought of so much blood made him almost light-headed, and it was only when he kicked to the surface of his own thoughts that he realized they were home.

He padded silently along ahead of Lazzaro. He was no longer merely a supplicant in this temple, but one of its acolytes. The stone corridors felt changed even though he knew it was he who had changed. A satisfied smile settled into place on his lips. He had done it. This journey would have killed or broken most, but he had reached the summit. There were more peaks to climb, but at least now he had a proper vantage point to glimpse them. His smile flickered, though, when he remembered that he would only be able to partake of the view by night.

It was Teo's turn to be tugged from reverie. Lazzaro's command might as well have been a collar and leash. He jerked to a stop, tensing, and then nodded slowly and led the way. Baby bird. It was a fitting pet name, helpless as he was, and likely meant for a gilded cage. He couldn't help but wonder if the policy regarding sire and creation was meant just for that - to reinforce, through constant exposure, the power of the emotional connection they shared. Would his will remain intact when his probation ended? Where would he begin and Lazzaro end?

He decided to let the momentum of Lazzaro's command carry him forward. Once they were in the bathing area, he quickly shucked his shirt and shorts and stepped out of his shoes. Naked and pale, he hung his clothes with effortless care and turned to face his sire with his hands on his hips. He grinned serenely, passing his hand idly over his flat stomach. "I wish we had time for a proper bath," he mused. For all his earlier turbulence, Matteo seemed to have relaxed. Being back in the familiar nido helped. He hadn't yet adjusted to his new sensory capabilities, and while the place was far from silence, it didn't present the same overload of the city streets.

His grin turned impish before he turned and moved to engage the shower head, fussing with the levers until the temperature and spray were just right.

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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: August 28, 2019, 12:43:17 PM »

He could sense Lazzaro's annoyance, but he had no hopes of anticipating the lightning lash of his arm. The boy gasped as an implacable hand closed around his throat and dragged him forward. He was completely still in Lazzaro's grasp, the image of Kate's head spinning around on a loop in his mind.

The vampire's words stirred embers of emotion in Teo's breast. Chagrin was the strongest. Lazzaro's scorn was almost a physical presence, an aura of hot glass shards raking him continuously. He felt pride as well. Lazzaro's words resonated him. He'd always been their superior. Now it was undeniably true.  Beneath that, though, was a spark of defiance. It blossomed into a small beacon as he considered his sire's denouncement. No, they were not nothing. They were food. They could easily become a sustainable source of blood, he was sure of it, and the johns connected to them as well. On that measure, at least, he knew Lazzaro was completely mistaken. Was this short-sightedness what had driven him from the nido in the first place? Had it cost him his hand?

He did not land gracefully, but he didn't stumble- he just stepped backward on his left foot to absorb the momentum Lazzaro had imparted him. He reached up to rub at his neck, scowling but holding his tongue.

"I want to go home," he said simply. He turned on his heel and marched back toward the nest, still brushing his fingers over the spot where Lazzaro's hand had gripped his flesh. The strength was terrifying, but thrilling as well. An image of Lazzaro looming over him in the dim light of their room, his fingers wrapped around Matteo's delicate throat, flashed before his mind's eye, and he couldn't help but shiver and stiffen slightly. Someday he would have strength like that, but in the meantime, he would have to use the gifts he had.

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Warwick Hotel / Re: Here We Are in the Present

« on: August 28, 2019, 12:28:51 PM »

Sleep hadn't come easily to Luke. It had barely come at all. Once Harm had stilled, with no small talk to anchor it, his mind went reeling. He lay in the dark with his left arm curled around the man who was apparently his oldest friend. What he was now, well, that was harder to say. He surged through the past, unpacking everything that had happened in the hotel room, which was now silent save for the pleasant him of the air conditioning and Harm's rhythmic breathing. The talk, the seduction, the aborted sex, Harm's flight, the conciliatory jerk off session... he scoured all of it for every ounce of meaning he could find. The task made his chest feel tight and full. He had to abandon it.

He tried to calm himself. He timed his breathing to Harm's and closed his eyes. The future in all its uncertainty tumbled him free of that fleeting piece after only a moment. How could this possibly work? It seemed like the height of hubris to imagine that he could somehow be what he was and hold onto this normalcy. He could imagine more nights like this, but at what cost? More likely, the normalcy would drain away. Luke's supernatural life would begin to intrude on Harm's existence. There were untold legions of danger waiting in the darkness, so many that he couldn't hope to predict even a fraction.

Eventually sleep did come, but morning was hot on its heels. Luke ceded a grumpy kiss and let Harm manage ordering room service. He hadn't planned to spend the whole night away, but it wasn't as if Jake's empire would collapse in on itself in a single evening. Probably. He was distracted as Harm crawled about, but there were warm moments, small smiles, touches intentional or otherwise.

He had his hands shoved in his pockets as he watched Harm finally get on the bus. He'd followed him at a slight distance, urged along by a thread of paranoia. Nothing had happened, though. Once the bus rolled away, he went to grab a taxi. He didn't have a walk in him. He wanted to get back to the Rabbit. It would be quiet like it always does during the day, replete with much-needed seclusion.

Luke climbed into the back of the cab and slumped back. He was completely spent, as far as emotional output went. A faint smile tugged at his lips, though, when he imagined Harm leaning against a bus window, grinning like an idiot, like he almost certainly was. He shook his head and closed his eyes, trying to fix that image in his mind.

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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: August 23, 2019, 01:06:59 PM »

Matteo watched Lazzaro seal the wound with mild interest. Would his blood do that as well? Or was that a hallmark of Lazzaro's age? It didn't seem important to dig into at the moment. This was only the first of many feedings, and many lessons.

His chin dipped in a slight nod of approval at the mugging tactic, then fell into step with his sire. His hunger was finally... well, sated wasn't the right word, but it was diminished enough that his thoughts were clear. He frowned as a realization occurred.

"Elisio will think I set him up to be robbed." He stopped, looking back toward the alley. "Word will spread and no one in that world will trust me again." His expression darkened, a faint snarl twisting his lips. Why did it have to be Elisio he ran into, and not some random john? That would have had almost no repercussions, but this? He still felt vague allegiance to the other street-walkers and kept-boys. There were no true friendships there, but shared experience was enough to breed a sense of loyalty.

They could also be a valuable supply of blood, if things were planned properly and Elisio didn't cast suspicion upon him. As he considered it, he'd never much liked Elisio. He could be condescending, and completely unaware of his privilege. Lazzaro would feel his irritation and anxiety give way to mute, dull anger that throbbed as steadily as a health pulse.

"He'll ruin everything," he growled. His voice was quiet but carried an edge. He regarded Lazzaro for his response.

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Warwick Hotel / Re: Here We Are in the Present

« on: August 21, 2019, 01:33:55 PM »

Luke tensed slightly when Harm drew in for the kiss, but he didn't resist. He didn't exactly participate either, though, and his expression grew a bit stormy until Harm withdrew. He was still holding himself, but his hand had stopped. Of course Harm would want to talk about it and learn everything he could. He wouldn't have been Harm if he hadn't, but Luke wasn't exactly an expert at expressing himself in this arena. He watched Harm retrieve the toy and lube and blinked slowly.

"You uhh, came prepared," he murmured. His eyes moved to the toy, and then back up along Harm's body to his face. His brow furrowed. "I... haven't really used any. At least not that I remember." His monstrous arm hung inert at his side as he rubbed himself slowly. He shrugged in response to the final question. "It doesn't really matter to me. Maybe..." He frowned uncertainly. "Maybe it's better if we keep a little distance? If you're on the bed, and I stand?"

As he gave voice to the suggestion, he realized that it wasn't only born of his hesitation. He wanted to see Harm splayed out, pleasuring himself. "Actually, yeah. Let's do that." His voice was laden with desire, emerging from low in his throat. "I want to see all of you." He brought his hand to his mouth, worked up some saliva, and then transferred it to his palm. "To answer one of your million questions, I don't jerk off with lube." Despite being cut, his dick had a good amount of give to it- as he ran his hand up and down its length, he didn't seem to be having much issue with just spit."

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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: August 21, 2019, 01:08:31 PM »

Nothing mattered but the flow of blood- past his lips, down his throat. Euphoria suffused him as he drank. His gulps were syncopated with Elisio's heartbeat, just a half-second off- enough time for the pumping blood to reach the wound and then his ready mouth. His fingers gripped the older boy's shirt like iron talons. When Lazzaro broke off, Matteo shifted without spilling a drop, taking up more space. He still had to stand on the balls of his feet and lean in to reach Elisio's throat, but he had much better leverage now.

Slow it down. The words were an intrusion, felt more than they were heard. If it had been anyone else, Matteo would have been too lost in his first true feeding to hear them. From Lazzaro, though, they were undeniable. If he had not been so consumed, he might have been annoyed at the distraction. He complied, but only barely. Maybe one gulp every other heartbeat. As his feeding grew less frenzied, it did seem more enjoyable. He could feel his mouth filling, feel the muscles in his throat working, feel the waning struggles of his prey. The body he had latched onto didn't even register to him as Elisio anymore, at least not at the moment.

Three more swallows then finish.

For all the control he usually evinced with his distant superiority, Matteo had none at the moment. The command from his sire battled with his primal hunger, and his hunger seemed to be winning. There was still blood to be had. Why should he stop? The aftermath didn't occur to him. He wasn't concerned with murdering a former friend or burying a body. Still, every second he spent in defiance of Lazzaro's edict made the weight of the words heavier, like thick chains draped over his narrow shoulders. Eventually, after a full six gulps, it was too much. He fell backwards, unbalanced, stumbling into Laz. His lips were wet with blood, but he wasn't quite the mess he had been in the hall of the nest.

Elisio was another story. The ragged puncture Matteo had created began oozing blood down his neck, into his shirt. It was the sort of injury that would likely require stitches, if no supernatural fix existed. The tall, muscular young man slid down the wall, in shock. He sat on the ground of the alley with his hands around his legs, eyes glassy, bleeding. He didn't seem aware of his surroundings.

Matteo suddenly felt tired. Not full, but content. Dawn was approaching, and he'd drunk nearly his fill. He righted himself, licking the last of the blood from his lips. Slowly, awareness returned. He felt Laz behind him, saw Elisio on the ground. He frowned.

"I would have killed him if you hadn't stopped me," he said softly. There was no trace of guilt in the words, only the wonder of realization. He looked down at his fingers, which were still curved claw-like, and then relaxed them. He turned partway, presenting Lazzaro his profile, mouth now free of evidence. "What do we do with him now?"

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City Streets / Re: Nox Vs. Luke

« on: August 19, 2019, 02:58:21 PM »

Luke frowned at the mass of darkness coming through the turn-style. He could almost make out a humanoid form within it, but only barely, and only for instants at a time. It wasn't especially subtle in such a brightly lit environment. He was glad he'd opted to get in off the streets, because that veil of shadow would have been a real bitch to deal with otherwise. It did make the possibility of escaping into the tunnels a daunting one, though, so that was one option cut-off to him. It wasn't much use to try to analyze exactly how his pursuer was managing the trick, or what else they might be capable of. If they were from Project Twilight, which seemed almost certain at this point, they could be just as much of a hodgepodge as he was.

He took stock of his surroundings. The subway station was set up with two platforms, with two train tracks between them - one for trains heading east, the other for those heading west. The other platform looked just as vacant as the one they were on, just as well lit. There weren't really any obstacles to make use of. He could hear the distant rumble of a train approaching on the other track. He guessed that it would be at least a minute before it arrived, and that was a lot of time to soak up.

He didn't like the idea of engaging directly, not with so little information and the inability to even clearly see his target. He spotted a large, sturdy looking trash can against the nearby wall. He reached it and grabbed hold, lifting it easily and then wheeling to face the approaching assailant. He hefted it overhead with his left arm and then settled his monstrous right hand against the bottom before launching it straight at the center of the veil of darkness, adjusting the trajectory for its rate of movement. He couldn't be sure where the actual body was, but dead center was as good a guess as any, and it was at least something to think about.

With that done, he sprinted down the platform to the very end. The rattling, grinding sound of the approaching train was definitely closer. He drew a deep breath and the leaped down between the two tracks. His augmented strength made for some pretty impressive jumps, but he would have needed a running start to clear the thirty feet from one platform to the other. Landing in a neat crouch, he exploded upward again, launching himself onto the other platform. The light of the approaching east-bound train was visible in the tunnel. It was wishful thinking to hope that his opponent wouldn't be able to cross just as easily as he had, but hopefully it would buy him enough time to get aboard.

With no witnesses, he didn't need to worry about adjusting his speed, so he poured it on as he sprinted down to the other end of the platform. He had to hope that was at least one advantage he had. If he could just get on the train, he liked his odds. The enclosed space would probably benefit him more than them, given his capabilities.

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Warwick Hotel / Re: Here We Are in the Present

« on: August 19, 2019, 02:28:40 PM »

Luke started when Harm moved off the bed to stand before him. Neither his beauty or nakedness were lost on the soldier; all the fear and reservations in the world weren't going to change that. He swallowed as Harm spouted his rapid-fire appeal. It was a bit awkward keeping the sheet in place when Harm came in to embrace him, but Luke wasn't quite ready for them both to be exposed again. Worry and muted desire battled within him, and his features no doubt betrayed that internal struggle as he looked into Harm's pleading puppy-dog eyes.

Wasn't this the same mistake they had just made? He had just made? Letting his interest in Harm supplant his instincts had almost resulted in something horrible, something he could never take back. Harm's blatant need was disarming though. Could he really say no? Just pull out of his arms and head to the bathroom? If he did, Harm would be hurt, hurt enough that it might jeopardize the tentative future he was imagining. It didn't seem like he could get Harm to buy-in to that vision of a slow, proscribed series of interactions, not if things ended like this.

At least one part of him was on-board for Harm's plan. The feel of the other man's body against his was enticing, and he began to firm up again. The echoes of his earlier desire were powerful. He sighed and let the sheet fall, then slipped his arms around the small of Harm's waist and pulled him into a crushing hug. He settled his chin on the slighter man's shoulder and pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. "We keep our hands to ourselves. And if... if I feel myself starting to lose control, we abort. I can't risk hurting you. I don't know what I would do."

He released Harm and stepped back. His cock was fully engorged again now, bobbing obscenely from his movements. He reached down and wrapped his left hand around it, squeezing slightly. "Deal?" His eyes met Harm's for the question, but then dipped down to rake over his body.

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† OUT OF THE CITY † / Re: Single Handedly

« on: August 19, 2019, 01:56:27 PM »

Elisio was in the midst of describing a recent vacation he'd been given, to Greece, when Matteo felt Lazzaro's presence nearby. He couldn't pinpoint him, but he could certainly feel him. The hunger roiling off of Lazzaro was unmistakable, and stoked his own to new heights. Every muscle in his body was tense in anticipation, and he found it difficult to concentrate on anything other than containing his thirst for blood. It was all he could do to stick to the plan, to wait, when all he could think about was climbing Elisio like a tree and drinking his fill or more.

He had been expecting it to happen fast, but Lazzaro's speed was terrifying. Even with vampiric eyes, Matteo could only just follow his movements. A casual observer might have thought that the tall, handsome youth at Matteo's side had simply disappeared. His shock was short-lived. His hunger consumed it in an instant. Matteo took a single glance around to ensure there were no witnesses and then stalked to join his sire.

Despite their shared history and the one-time similarity of their circumstances, Matteo felt not even a pang of remorse as he watched Lazzaro feed. He felt only his hunger. Even with Lazzaro's practiced bite, he could smell the blood. Human blood. The scent was different than Lazzaro's- a little cleaner, lighter, more sweet. Any self-control he had eroded before Lazzaro had swallowed two mouthfuls. With a feral hiss, Matteo bounded forward and insinuated himself into the predatory embrace.

His hands closed on the fabric of Elisio's shirt so that he could pull himself up onto his tip-toes to drink. He tucked himself up against the older boy's flank to give himself access to the side of his neck that wasn't currently occupied. His own need and Lazzaro's in such proximity created something of a feedback loop, driving him almost mad with giddy hunger. Wide-eyed and unaware of the lustful erection that had formed in his shorts and now jutted against Elisio's hip, he lunged and bit.

Instinct guided him well enough, but the bite wasn't clean. He didn't quite pierce the jugular in one go, and had to bite again, adjusting his grip for better purchase. The result was a somewhat messy wound rather than the two neat punctures a proper bite would leave. He pressed his mouth against the hole he'd rent in Elisio's throat and let the blood pour into his mouth. He swallowed greedily, again and again and again. His eyes remained wide open, but he barely registered what he was seeing. The rest of the world faded to muted gray shapes. All that mattered was the blood.

The taste was different, but that only barely occurred to him, and he wasn't thinking clearly enough to compare it to the vampiric blood he'd sampled. He would continue to drink until Elisio ran dry or Lazzaro intervened. He wasn't prepared for how powerful his hunger would be, nor how enjoyable it would be to satisfy it.