"Oh dear, yes, who knows what monster is approaching in the dark." Taliesin remarked in a grandiose way, raising his hands playfully for empathises. He felt arms around him and laughed, kissing back just as eager as the vampire had and growling playfully under his breath afterwards. "I'm all alone, poor little darling that I am, but I'm not wilting creature. I'm a mighty, terrifying beast!"
He pulled back and raised his arms to mime claws, barking at his -- well, what was he? Lover? Playmate? Fuck buddy? Who cares? It was fun. And fun was enough. "Scared, yet?"
"Oh, I'm very scared," Kian assured him, fingers in that wild hair, not tamed no matter what product or style Taliesin liked to use. All the better, he liked it like that. Liked him like that. A little wild, a little free. He kept his arms around him as he walked backwards, until he could lean against the nearest tree, looking into his eyes. "You have me all helpless now, eh?"
With a grin, he raised his eyebrows. "Whatever are you going to do to me, big bad wolf?"
"Whatever I want." Taliesin teased as he leaned against Kian and kissed him again, trailing kisses along the side of his cheek and down his neck before playfully biting him there. Well, he bite Tally all the time, he felt it was only fair to get his own back sometimes.
He did lick the wounds better before he pulled back, smirking up at Kian. "You've been gone so long, I have a good mind to be much madder at you. Tell me your good reason for being gone?" It wasn't even that long but days felt like weeks without Kian.
"Well, it was your time of the month. Seemed opportune to step out, let you spend time with your family." With his pack, running through the woods. Whatever it was werewolves did. Hunt together? Kian didn't know, he was sure it was primal and esoteric in some way, but also decidedly not his thing.
"Anyway, I had some matters to attend to. See people." Make sure to be seen somewhere far from here, so no one would ever come looking for him here. And, yes, he had stopped by Manchester just long enough to check in on Sam, but he hadn't even talked to him. He just wanted to know.
"I always miss you when you're gone. Everyone else is boring. My pack is... uninspired. We just run and fight, very unstimulating. I see why they find vampires boring, I suppose they're too dumb to understand the appeal." Usually only vampires talked down about werewolves but Taliesin never missed an opportunity. Tally was as critical of them as any other vampire.
Which was funny, considering if anyone implied he was a dumb wolf, he'd soon go for their necks.
"You want to play, do you?" One hand still in Taliesin's hair, the other was going down along his spine, going lower, settling against his quite excellent bottom and feeling that up as he kept him close. "We can, of course."
He was eager to drink from him. Simply diving right into that, however, it seemed cheap. It didn't feel right. He'd rather go thirsty for a little while longer. "For the record, trust me. By and large, vampire are at least as tedious a lot. Maybe worse, given they are tedious for longer."
They were so structured in their hierarchy. So many rules to stay unknown. Too many civilised talks when really all they were waiting for was a chance to be at each other's throats. "What kind of game would you like to play, darling boy?"
"I want to play chase. And if you want my blood tonight, you'll have to catch me." It was his favourite game, to play chase with Kian. To have the fun instinct of running and feel the sensation of being caught, of being prey instead of predator. It was a thrill. Sometimes he let Kian win, sometimes he fought him but the important part was the game. The heightened adrenaline. It made him taste better.
"What's worse than a big bad wolf? Is it a fanged human? I should think not." He pulled away from Kian and licked his lips, flashing those manic eyes in his direction. "A wolf, he pricks with eyes of fire. Across the night's o'ercrusted snows. Seeking his prey." He backed up, playfully opening his arms. "He pads his way!"
And like that, he began to run, without so much as a confirmation. Taliesin was, as always, a wild card. Hard to predict, hard to reason with - he did what he wanted.
Kian watched him run off, laughing quietly. He wanted to chase him, of course. It was fun for him as well and it wasn't as if it would be a struggle to catch him. He was a vampire in full control of his power and a hungry vampire at that. With his prey running, he only had to stop suppressing his instincts and there he was, giving chase.
He hadn't hunted in the forest for a long time. Not for real, anyway, and this was as close as he got to real these days. More than enough, he felt.
He could hear Taliesin. Could smell him, could almost feel him. His blood calling to him. It was primal, ancient maybe even. Blood-drinker chasing a werewolf. Beast after beast.
When he caught on to him, he slammed into him. He had him on the ground and he pinned him there, fangs already sinking into his throat as he held him down. "Mine..."
He said only that before he started drinking, hot red blood gushing into his mouth.
Taliesin fell to the floor and moaned softly as he felt the other climb on top and bite into him. His jaw was around his neck and it hurt in that beautiful, wonderful way. Kian seemed to love his blood, he was almost addicted to it. He would drink deeply, even if it was perhaps unwise to. Not for Kian's sake, for his sake. He always knew when to alert Kian to stop.
It was when his vision got fuzzy. His eyes rolled back into his head in distorted, confused pleasure and he slapped Kian on the back.
Of course he didn't want to stop. And he didn't stop at first, not immediately. Not even when Taliesin hit him. It took a moment longer, maybe too many moments, but he pulled away. He licked his lips, letting go of Taliesin and moving away a few steps, feeling it wiser to make distance. Had he taken too much? No, he could still hear Taliesin's heartbeat. He could still feel it on his tongue, for that matter. "Fuck."
Damn, that had been closer than it ought to have been. "I'm sorry, my darling, I just... It's been a few days."
He hadn't fed on anyone else. Maybe he should have. He'd rather kill a thousand people than ever endanger Taliesin. "You're hard to resist."
Taliesin lay there for a while, unable to get himself up because everything was dizzy and wrong in this moment. His eyes refocused first and he twitched a few times in a vain attempt to sit himself up. "Fuck." He drank deep. Deeper than expected. Taliesin struggled into a sitting position, using the tree to stabilise himself, looking up at Kian with wide eyes.
And then he burst into laughter. Bad self preservation, a little erotism from being bitten and some general unbalances meant that to Taliesin, nearly dying was part of the game.
He slumped against the wall and raised his hand, rubbing his face with his hands. "You fucking got me that time, you Scottish cunt."
Fair enough, he supposed. Kian tightened both hands to fists and calmed himself down, enough to trust that he would be able to resist his blood now. Then he moved closer, helping Taliesin up and staying next to him, checking his vitals. Just in case. He didn't think he'd need a transfusion, luckily werewolves had great regenerative experiences. "Settle down, my Welsh angel."
Well, he did have the adorable curls. "I'd always stop. I promise." Damn, he'd have to be more careful. "I shouldn't have starved myself that long..."
"You shouldn't. I know my blood is the sweetest but let's be real here, darling, you need to drink or we have ... incident." He tsked as he leaned into Kian, smelling his own blood on the vampires lips as he nuzzled against him and gently nipped at his shoulder as he checked him. He was feeling fine, for the most part, a little dizzy and tired but that was just the sign of a good Friday night.
He reached out and gripped against his suit jacket, just to make sure he didn't pull away again. "Stay with me tonight and tomorrow, you can drink again."
"I'll walk you home, at the very least." He wasn't sure about staying there. Always something wrong about that, a mortal even knowing his resting place. Not the way he had been taught, that much was for sure. But then, he certainly hadn't been told to ever even approach a werewolf either. Yet here he was, with a werewolf in his arms. He kissed the top of his head as he held him close.
"I'm trying to quit." He wasn't sure why he was sharing this now. Maybe he just wanted to explain himself. Justify that lapse. "Drinking from humans. I'm trying to quit."
At least, it wasn't so him. He rather liked the sensation but he was aware that many probably didn't share the same fondness that he did. When Kian drank from him, he felt special and he felt like he was doing something for him. He felt like life transfer from one to another. It was a great feeling. Then there was the pain, the loss of control, the high afterwards.
He smiled goofily up at Kian and leaned towards him, kissing his cheek. "Darling, why do you think you have to be a good boy, hmm? Getting worried? I thought vampires couldn't care less. Thought it was just us burdened with glorious guilt."
Kian rolled to the side, propping himself up with one elbow and looking down at Taliesin. That sweet innocent boy, really. A puppy that knew nothing about life and little about vampires, that barely even had a grasp of what a werewolf was, in spite of growing up within a pack. He didn't blame him for that ignorance, it came with the isolation. It was designed to be like that and, he supposed, in a way he was taking advantage. Taking advantage of the boy who was so eager to find out more about the world and who was gay and ready to love and be loved and for anything to break him out of the monotony of being stuck here.
He reached for his hand and led it to his lips so he could kiss it, looking at him. "I don't think I feel guilt."
A conscience hadn't yet occurred to him, at least. Sam had always accused him of that. Lacking a conscience. "When I feed from humans, more often than not, they die. That's a risky habit to uphold in this day and age. It used to be easy, back when I was turned."
"I don't die. I suppose I must be special. I like being special."
He didn't hesitate to celebrate his uniqueness. He grinned, bright and beaming, up at the man who had been drinking from him recently. He was always just what he was and that was so very attractive to Taliesin. Smart, different, unique. He wanted him to stay, just once, for the day. Or to take him with him. He knew they couldn't play in such a way, he knew that he'd never be allowed to come but he could want, couldn't he?
"So what happens if you don't feed? I thought vampires died if they didn't feed." Or was that another urban legend he was ignorant of.
"If you don't feed at all... I don't know. I suppose I'd just stop waking up. I don't know if it is possible to die that way though. There are legends of vampires buried in the soil under a battlefield, reawakening when the blood of the fallen soaks through to them." Or perhaps that simply made for a good story. "Honestly, I've yet to meet a vampire who managed to abstain that long. Hunger makes us sloppy though, so any fool who tries is likely to get killed."
He shrugged and assumed it was clear enough that he didn't intend to completely abstain. "I reckon I'm lucky, aren't I? Having come across someone as special as you."
"I'm happy to keep you going if you're happy to keep playing." He knew that Kian needed him if he wanted to withdrawal from killing people and that was exciting. It gave him power, the ability to make demands and have a say. He could make sure Kian didn't leave him, he could withhold blood when he was in a rotten mood and just have a better way of controlling Kian as much as he did him.
He sighed and leaned his head against Kian, sighing contently and sniffing his jacket curiously. He'd been to a pub since they'd last talked, he could smell the smoke and drink on his jacket. The blood too, of whoever had come before.
"Why, darling? Are you jealous?" That was adorable. Sweet puppy indeed. Kian allowed himself to be sniffed, petting Taliesin's head almost as if he was a puppy. "I don't intend to drink from anyone other than you. I didn't the last few days, as you've felt."
He leaned in to kiss his torn throat soothingly, wanting to make sure it would heal soon. "Trust me. You have no competition. There's not a single human that I've drank from who yet walks the Earth. Either they died when I fed or they've died long since."
"Good." He grinned, happy to be considered jealous, if it helped him get his way. He didn't want competition. He got comfortable among the leaves and looked up above them to the tree branches weaved above. He hadn't slept indoors since he'd changed but he did try better to pass properly these days. He dressed well, he learned better English and generally, he tried to present himself so he stood apart. In the end though, this was the only place he felt at home.
"If you can't stay the whole night, at least stay until we have to worry for you. I get lonely without you." And besides, he just selfishly didn't want Kian to leave him.
Maybe once he had that power, he could just make him stay. He'd find a way to sleep underground with him, if he had to.
"I'll stay as long as I can tonight. Until the sun rises," Kian promised, watching Taliesin from the side. He was a pretty man more than anything, his werewolf. His beloved. Somehow that had happened. "No mortal has ever meant anything to me, Taliesin. Not until you."
He didn't know if Taliesin would be able to grasp the gravity of that, but for some reason he felt the need to tell him anyway. "And you're much better company than any immortal too, I can tell you that much."
"Immortals are old and boring. You want life. A pulse. Something in the world but not quite part of it. That's the fun of a werewolf. So don't leave or you'd get so bored without me. Maybe you'd last a week or a month, I hope not a year but people can be strange. Maybe you'll last but will you last well." No, not a chance. He leaned in close, sniffed his neck and then bite him, a sad and small attempt at a claiming bite. He didn't quite know how it was done, so he just bite wherever and however he fancied.
"You're mine and I'm yours so you'll have to come back. It's just logical."
"Very logical," Kian agreed, hiding a smile in Taliesin's hair as he pulled him close, both arms around him. He felt that spark now, energised from feeding, but he knew he'd taken too much tonight. He could feel and see his lover's energy waning, he didn't think he'd be awake much longer. "Close your eyes, darling. I'll stay with you as long as I can."
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He pulled back and raised his arms to mime claws, barking at his -- well, what was he? Lover? Playmate? Fuck buddy? Who cares? It was fun. And fun was enough. "Scared, yet?"
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With a grin, he raised his eyebrows. "Whatever are you going to do to me, big bad wolf?"
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He did lick the wounds better before he pulled back, smirking up at Kian. "You've been gone so long, I have a good mind to be much madder at you. Tell me your good reason for being gone?" It wasn't even that long but days felt like weeks without Kian.
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"Anyway, I had some matters to attend to. See people." Make sure to be seen somewhere far from here, so no one would ever come looking for him here. And, yes, he had stopped by Manchester just long enough to check in on Sam, but he hadn't even talked to him. He just wanted to know.
"Did you miss me, sweet boy?" What a cute puppy.
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Which was funny, considering if anyone implied he was a dumb wolf, he'd soon go for their necks.
"Are we going to play tonight?"
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He was eager to drink from him. Simply diving right into that, however, it seemed cheap. It didn't feel right. He'd rather go thirsty for a little while longer. "For the record, trust me. By and large, vampire are at least as tedious a lot. Maybe worse, given they are tedious for longer."
They were so structured in their hierarchy. So many rules to stay unknown. Too many civilised talks when really all they were waiting for was a chance to be at each other's throats. "What kind of game would you like to play, darling boy?"
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"What's worse than a big bad wolf? Is it a fanged human? I should think not." He pulled away from Kian and licked his lips, flashing those manic eyes in his direction. "A wolf, he pricks with eyes of fire. Across the night's o'ercrusted snows. Seeking his prey." He backed up, playfully opening his arms. "He pads his way!"
And like that, he began to run, without so much as a confirmation. Taliesin was, as always, a wild card. Hard to predict, hard to reason with - he did what he wanted.
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He hadn't hunted in the forest for a long time. Not for real, anyway, and this was as close as he got to real these days. More than enough, he felt.
He could hear Taliesin. Could smell him, could almost feel him. His blood calling to him. It was primal, ancient maybe even. Blood-drinker chasing a werewolf. Beast after beast.
When he caught on to him, he slammed into him. He had him on the ground and he pinned him there, fangs already sinking into his throat as he held him down. "Mine..."
He said only that before he started drinking, hot red blood gushing into his mouth.
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It was when his vision got fuzzy. His eyes rolled back into his head in distorted, confused pleasure and he slapped Kian on the back.
"Uncle!" Time to give in before his life gave up.
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Damn, that had been closer than it ought to have been. "I'm sorry, my darling, I just... It's been a few days."
He hadn't fed on anyone else. Maybe he should have. He'd rather kill a thousand people than ever endanger Taliesin. "You're hard to resist."
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And then he burst into laughter. Bad self preservation, a little erotism from being bitten and some general unbalances meant that to Taliesin, nearly dying was part of the game.
He slumped against the wall and raised his hand, rubbing his face with his hands. "You fucking got me that time, you Scottish cunt."
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Well, he did have the adorable curls. "I'd always stop. I promise." Damn, he'd have to be more careful. "I shouldn't have starved myself that long..."
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He reached out and gripped against his suit jacket, just to make sure he didn't pull away again. "Stay with me tonight and tomorrow, you can drink again."
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"I'm trying to quit." He wasn't sure why he was sharing this now. Maybe he just wanted to explain himself. Justify that lapse. "Drinking from humans. I'm trying to quit."
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At least, it wasn't so him. He rather liked the sensation but he was aware that many probably didn't share the same fondness that he did. When Kian drank from him, he felt special and he felt like he was doing something for him. He felt like life transfer from one to another. It was a great feeling. Then there was the pain, the loss of control, the high afterwards.
He smiled goofily up at Kian and leaned towards him, kissing his cheek. "Darling, why do you think you have to be a good boy, hmm? Getting worried? I thought vampires couldn't care less. Thought it was just us burdened with glorious guilt."
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He reached for his hand and led it to his lips so he could kiss it, looking at him. "I don't think I feel guilt."
A conscience hadn't yet occurred to him, at least. Sam had always accused him of that. Lacking a conscience. "When I feed from humans, more often than not, they die. That's a risky habit to uphold in this day and age. It used to be easy, back when I was turned."
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He didn't hesitate to celebrate his uniqueness. He grinned, bright and beaming, up at the man who had been drinking from him recently. He was always just what he was and that was so very attractive to Taliesin. Smart, different, unique. He wanted him to stay, just once, for the day. Or to take him with him. He knew they couldn't play in such a way, he knew that he'd never be allowed to come but he could want, couldn't he?
"So what happens if you don't feed? I thought vampires died if they didn't feed." Or was that another urban legend he was ignorant of.
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He shrugged and assumed it was clear enough that he didn't intend to completely abstain. "I reckon I'm lucky, aren't I? Having come across someone as special as you."
Someone who didn't die.
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He sighed and leaned his head against Kian, sighing contently and sniffing his jacket curiously. He'd been to a pub since they'd last talked, he could smell the smoke and drink on his jacket. The blood too, of whoever had come before.
"I'd rather you only drank me."
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He leaned in to kiss his torn throat soothingly, wanting to make sure it would heal soon. "Trust me. You have no competition. There's not a single human that I've drank from who yet walks the Earth. Either they died when I fed or they've died long since."
He had been around for a long time, after all.
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"If you can't stay the whole night, at least stay until we have to worry for you. I get lonely without you." And besides, he just selfishly didn't want Kian to leave him.
Maybe once he had that power, he could just make him stay. He'd find a way to sleep underground with him, if he had to.
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He didn't know if Taliesin would be able to grasp the gravity of that, but for some reason he felt the need to tell him anyway. "And you're much better company than any immortal too, I can tell you that much."
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"You're mine and I'm yours so you'll have to come back. It's just logical."
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Only logical, as had been pointed out.