"Don't tell me to fucking calm down! I'll rip your throat out." His teeth snapped, he snarled and spat and fought against Kian. It was so difficult, to look down on him and actually do it, to actually kill him like he wanted to. He was desperate to end him but still deeply in love - how was that fair?
None of it was fair. Werewolves weren't fair. His eyes, a stormy dark colour, started to turn back to normal as he kept panting heavily, snapping in vain.
How could he call him by his name like that? He shook off Kian's touch and fumbled back, falling off him and shuffling away as he stared at Kian, furious and miserable. "Leave."
"Taliesin! I want to talk!" Kian called it out, still staying down so they were on the same level, looking at him. It was as if he could feel his pain, his own chest tight as he looked at him like this. As if someone had ripped into him after all. He sat up, getting on his feet and leaning forward, his eyes on Taliesin the whole time.
"You can hate me, you can keep trying to kill me. But I'll talk to you tonight. Will you listen?"
He wasn't expecting this to be easy. He hadn't expected it to hurt this much, seeing how hurt Taliesin was.
"You always get your way, fucking ... weasel-face." Not his best insult but he stood by it. He huffed in annoyance and slid further from Kian, making generous space as he propped himself up against his shack and glared at Kian. "Talk."
He wondered if Kian knew how much stronger he was now. Maybe not any smarter, maybe less controlled but if he wanted to, he knew he could hurt him. He had that power he had always wanted, just no relationship for it.
If he changed, maybe he could stop him from ever leaving. He could eat his legs and he couldn't go anywhere here. Heh. Yeah. That'd be fucking good.
Now that he had the chance to talk, quite suddenly - and unusually for him - Kian felt at a loss of words. His lips parted, his eyes were wide and he looked at him. Really looked at him. Took him in. Moments passed and they seemed to stretch out the silence. When he finally did speak, his voice was quiet. Soft. "You've changed, my love."
There was an apology somewhere in there. Sorrow for the time they'd lost. Mortals aging, of course that was something he knew. He had never experienced it like this. It felt sudden, in a way, as he hadn't seen him in so long. As the change was this severe. Kian lowered his head, for a moment. Then he looked back up, some hair having fallen into his face.
"They wanted me elsewhere. And they had an eye on me. They wanted to know who my wolf was." He shrugged. "I stayed away to keep you safe."
"It's called aging. Wolves do it. Don't see anyone much these days, don't see the point of doing myself up all fancy." He was alone for so long and he had gotten so used to it that how he used to be just seemed unrealistic. Now, he was just there. The wolf in the woods. He sniffed the air a few times, trying to tell if Kian had been feeding today but he couldn't get any strong hints. At least he hadn't tired for another wolf.
"Yeah, leaving messages are just fucking impossible. It's not like you could have found a way in the whole 8 years you've been gone. Would have been impossible."
He didn't buy it. He patted himself down and retrieved his cigarettes, lighting up and putting it in his mouth. "That's the sort of bullshit excuse I'd give too. If I wanted to fuck off and come back without consequence."
"I think then I'd claim that I've been held captive. Something a lot more dramatic. I'd have made it look realistic too, rope burns and all." He held his wrists together in front of himself for a moment, smiling playfully. Not that he expected Taliesin to play along. Times had changed and they had changed. Things had changed. "Taliesin. If I wanted to lie to you, I would. I'm being honest. I left to keep you safe. I didn't contact you so that you'd move on. I assumed you would. You were young and mortal."
It stood to reason. Apparently not. "I came here because of what happened. That vampire nest you decimated. You've been noticed. And as much as you despise me, I still care for you. I want you to be safe."
"I could have handled it but you wouldn't fucking let me." He knew it wasn't worth arguing over (because he'd win by killing him) so he settled for seething just to spite Kian. There would be no loving reunion, only loathing and annoyance.
He only came because of a vampire nest. Not for love but for possession likely. "Scared another vampire had my blood, eh? Well, I don't let anyone do that draft bullshit now, do I?"
Exhaling smoke into the air, he gave Kian a tired look. "They're not coming after me. No one comes for me."
"You were young, Taliesin. I thought it was wisest to spare you the trouble." Whether that was ultimately the wisest decision he didn't know. But it was the decision he had made, for better or worse. Perhaps selfishly. Just as he might have returned selfishly now. Either way, he saw no reason to lie.
"I know that no vampire has had your blood, other than me." He smiled briefly. "And, yes, I like that thought. Guilty as charged."
He wasn't trying to hide that. "But you are wrong. They are coming after you. Lazar wants revenge, for one thing. Others are curious. Few powerful werewolves around these days. At least to their knowledge."
"Cause your kind keeps killing them. They were right, what they told me about vampires. Selfish assholes that just want the world to burn. You'll kill fucking anything, won't you?" Taliesin considered what would happen if he was raided by vampires and he assumed nothing but his death. He took a long inhale from his cigarette and glared down at the muddy floor.
Fucking kids, they ruined his little peaceful home.
"If they come, I'll fight them." What other choice did he have? "I can take on any bloody vampire bastard that tries it until I breathe my last breath."
"Actually, I try to avoid killing. More or less." He was proving a point to Sam, after all. And to Taliesin now too, as it was turning out. Kian moved forward slowly, reaching out to put a hand on Taliesin's shoulder. He was expecting him to slap his hand aside, but he had to try.
"I do not wish such a death for you, my beloved." He said it quietly, hoping the softness would make him more likely to be heard. "If you listen, I can offer an alternative."
"I'm not your bloody beloved." He responded, as expected, slapping the hand away from his shoulder and glaring at Kian. He looked the same and here he was, older and uglier. Age was wearing him down. Couple of years more and he'd be close to 40. Then 50. Then older and older and Kian would always be young and beautiful.
It really wasn't fucking fair. Kian would live beyond him. He could love Kian and think of him all the time, good or bad, but to Kian, he was a footnote.
"Come with me." He didn't try to touch him again, but he held his hand out, hoping that Taliesin would take it. That he'd accept him, sooner or later. He was prepared to bargain, to convince him. Whatever it took. "You don't want to bring those vampires out here. This place isn't ready for it. The local werewolves are whelps at best."
There was no power here, at least for now, other than Taliesin. "They'd be decimated. Come with me and they'll be safe. So will you. And we could be together."
They would rip through the pack near the woods here if they came for him, that much was true. Sirius and wee Remy, they wouldn't stand a chance. He took his cigarette from his mouth and crushed it out on the floor, tilting his head back and looking off into the distance. "I could go high. Further from the pack. I could keep them away..." Though he'd have to fucking hike all the way up there and how the fuck would he carry his bees?
He eyed up the bee box and then he considered all the shit he had in his house. "You think I could make a sled from this house and drag my shit up that?" He tilted his head in the direction of the mountain.
"I think that unless you come with me and I let it be known that you're with me, they'll come looking for you no matter what. Lazar especially, he has some vivid fantasies featuring you." Which had definitely raised both possessive and protective urges. He'd never wish for Taliesin to be exposed to such torment. "I don't see an alternative. I'm sacrificing my dignity here, Taliesin."
He shrugged, smiling in spite of it all. Wasn't it ridiculous, to have to end up begging over this? "Please let me keep you safe. Come with me."
Well, they had a history of it, it would be stupid to not expect it again. What if he dragged him all the way there, just to get stuck in a city he didn't know. Just to get himself into trouble. He wanted to believe that he was special to Kian, that he was inspired to come and save him but there was part of him with serious mistrust.
He considered it for a while and then he looked away from Kian. "This isn't a loss of dignity." He could think of other ways. "People who beg do it on their knees..."
"Ah. You haven't changed at all in the end, have you?" Kian had to chuckle, shaking his head. He looked at him, considering the situation. It wasn't as if anyone was watching them and it wasn't as if he truly minded. Oh, he cared a lot about his dignity in a sense. Within vampire society, power mattered, position mattered. He wasn't as old as some, but he was smart and ambitious, he had positioned himself well.
Still, none of that would be harmed by doing what he did now. Which was shifting to get on his knees, eyebrows arched. "You'll have to get up, Taliesin. I can't beg you properly if you aren't standing tall."
"Then maybe you should crawl on your belly, demanding cunt." Taliesin suggested before he very graciously got to his feet and leaned back against the shack, inhaling the night air and trying to let it all just wash over him. "Ask nicely."
He was always happy for people to grovel for him, especially former lovers. Not that he had many but this was good. He got to feel like he was getting something out of this shitty deal. "And apologies while you're bloody at it."
"I apologise, my darling. I didn't want to hurt you." He knew it would hurt him, but it certainly hadn't been his intention. Looking up at him now, Kian also took the time to really see him. How he looked now. How he'd changed and become more of a man. He let the appreciation show clearly on his face, he assumed it could only work in his favour.
"Please come with me. I want you to be safe. And I want you." Wanted him within his grasp, for so many reasons.
"I don't know if I believe you." Taliesin admitted before he huffed a loud sigh and moved to his shack, slamming the door open as he walked into the living room/kitchen/bedroom. He ruffled his hair, cursed to nothing a few times and then grabbed his duffel back. "Just as well we fuck off, my crapper is broken. I was shitting bricks lately, not out of fear for the fang gang, just can't get any bleeding fibre around here. And I don't like fruit. I know people fucking like poncy fruit but to me, it's just always smushy and gross."
Taliesin was packing, at least, and he hadn't slammed the door shut on Kian. He kept engaging. In his own uniquely gross way. "You paying for a fucking taxi to your place or what? With shoes like those, you bloody well can afford it, can't you? I can see my bleeding face in them, they're so fucking shiny."
"I have a car. I just left it back where there's a road." Kian gestured in the right direction, amused more than just bewildered by the oversharing about the toilet situation. Not something he had concerned himself with in many, many years, obviously. Also not something he imagined younger Taliesin would have ever brought up, yet here they were.
"Walk with me." He raised his eyebrows. "I'd offer you my hand, but I assume that would be declined again?"
So he tilted his head, smiling suddenly. "Would you chase me instead?"
"I don't want to hold your sweaty hand, dickhead." Taliesin called out as he shoved all of his shirts and pants into one bag, swiftly adding his stakes, holy water and what was left of his cross-stitching. He was covered in fucking bastard pinpricks but he was going to finish the sodding thing before it killed him. "Just hold your bloody horses, I got to back."
He was wrapping up what was left of his meat when he heard the playful taunt and froze, unsure how he felt about it. His favourite game. He hadn't played it in years.
"I think if I chased you, you might lose your fucking throat."
"I don't sweat," Kian mentioned, not that he imagined Taliesin cared or was even listening. Too busy packing. It wasn't as if he was in a rush. Until Taliesin did finally listen, that was.
He straightened up and brushed himself off, looking at Taliesin expectantly. Maybe it was working. he wanted to get through to him. "I'm willing to take my chances, darling."
He remembered their games all too well. "Don't you want to play, Taliesin? Don't you want to give chase?"
Of course he did. He hadn't played chase in years and he assumed his days of chase were over. He liked to play prey and predator, he liked the game that the whole thing had - it was exciting. He sniffed the air without meaning to and then raised his hand, scratching behind his ear.
When he finally turned away from his bag, he was facing a smirking Kian. He didn't mean to but his lips pulled back and he growled. Not viciously, not cruelly, just excitedly.
"Then I don't want to keep you from it, by all means." Kian gestured with one hand, ever so generously. "Pack."
He stood there, seeming ever so patient. Waiting for the packing to commence and to hopefully conclude. Simply seeing what would happen, no sign of tension in his body. But there had been a widening of his smirk at that growl. There had been a shiver that he suppressed.
And a minute or two into standing there, quite suddenly, he started running. Ready to be hunted.
As soon as Kian ran, he had no control over his prey drive. He was running, giving chase, snarling and scrambling after him. He left his sight but he could still smell Kian, could still feel him. He howled and raised his hands as he came to a halt, yanking at his hair to try and distract himself. If he didn't hurt himself, he hurt others. He couldn't kill Kian, not yet, not now. No, he had to be careful.
He sniffed the air and moved along the trail, following behind Kian until he saw his shiny shoes in the distance.
Without thinking, he was on all fours and striding through the forest floor, barking behind Kian and then finally poncing onto him. He might have moved like a wolf but he was still a man. His eyes were dark and his teeth were bared. He snarled as he leaned down, sniffing Kian eagerly. Then he licked his neck. God. So sweet.
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None of it was fair. Werewolves weren't fair. His eyes, a stormy dark colour, started to turn back to normal as he kept panting heavily, snapping in vain.
How could he call him by his name like that? He shook off Kian's touch and fumbled back, falling off him and shuffling away as he stared at Kian, furious and miserable. "Leave."
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"You can hate me, you can keep trying to kill me. But I'll talk to you tonight. Will you listen?"
He wasn't expecting this to be easy. He hadn't expected it to hurt this much, seeing how hurt Taliesin was.
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He wondered if Kian knew how much stronger he was now. Maybe not any smarter, maybe less controlled but if he wanted to, he knew he could hurt him. He had that power he had always wanted, just no relationship for it.
If he changed, maybe he could stop him from ever leaving. He could eat his legs and he couldn't go anywhere here. Heh. Yeah. That'd be fucking good.
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There was an apology somewhere in there. Sorrow for the time they'd lost. Mortals aging, of course that was something he knew. He had never experienced it like this. It felt sudden, in a way, as he hadn't seen him in so long. As the change was this severe. Kian lowered his head, for a moment. Then he looked back up, some hair having fallen into his face.
"They wanted me elsewhere. And they had an eye on me. They wanted to know who my wolf was." He shrugged. "I stayed away to keep you safe."
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"Yeah, leaving messages are just fucking impossible. It's not like you could have found a way in the whole 8 years you've been gone. Would have been impossible."
He didn't buy it. He patted himself down and retrieved his cigarettes, lighting up and putting it in his mouth. "That's the sort of bullshit excuse I'd give too. If I wanted to fuck off and come back without consequence."
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It stood to reason. Apparently not. "I came here because of what happened. That vampire nest you decimated. You've been noticed. And as much as you despise me, I still care for you. I want you to be safe."
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He only came because of a vampire nest. Not for love but for possession likely. "Scared another vampire had my blood, eh? Well, I don't let anyone do that draft bullshit now, do I?"
Exhaling smoke into the air, he gave Kian a tired look. "They're not coming after me. No one comes for me."
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"I know that no vampire has had your blood, other than me." He smiled briefly. "And, yes, I like that thought. Guilty as charged."
He wasn't trying to hide that. "But you are wrong. They are coming after you. Lazar wants revenge, for one thing. Others are curious. Few powerful werewolves around these days. At least to their knowledge."
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Fucking kids, they ruined his little peaceful home.
"If they come, I'll fight them." What other choice did he have? "I can take on any bloody vampire bastard that tries it until I breathe my last breath."
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"I do not wish such a death for you, my beloved." He said it quietly, hoping the softness would make him more likely to be heard. "If you listen, I can offer an alternative."
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It really wasn't fucking fair. Kian would live beyond him. He could love Kian and think of him all the time, good or bad, but to Kian, he was a footnote.
"What?"
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There was no power here, at least for now, other than Taliesin. "They'd be decimated. Come with me and they'll be safe. So will you. And we could be together."
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He eyed up the bee box and then he considered all the shit he had in his house. "You think I could make a sled from this house and drag my shit up that?" He tilted his head in the direction of the mountain.
Heh. Yeah fucking right. "Think I'd sooner die."
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He shrugged, smiling in spite of it all. Wasn't it ridiculous, to have to end up begging over this? "Please let me keep you safe. Come with me."
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Well, they had a history of it, it would be stupid to not expect it again. What if he dragged him all the way there, just to get stuck in a city he didn't know. Just to get himself into trouble. He wanted to believe that he was special to Kian, that he was inspired to come and save him but there was part of him with serious mistrust.
He considered it for a while and then he looked away from Kian. "This isn't a loss of dignity." He could think of other ways. "People who beg do it on their knees..."
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Still, none of that would be harmed by doing what he did now. Which was shifting to get on his knees, eyebrows arched. "You'll have to get up, Taliesin. I can't beg you properly if you aren't standing tall."
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He was always happy for people to grovel for him, especially former lovers. Not that he had many but this was good. He got to feel like he was getting something out of this shitty deal. "And apologies while you're bloody at it."
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"Please come with me. I want you to be safe. And I want you." Wanted him within his grasp, for so many reasons.
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Taliesin was packing, at least, and he hadn't slammed the door shut on Kian. He kept engaging. In his own uniquely gross way. "You paying for a fucking taxi to your place or what? With shoes like those, you bloody well can afford it, can't you? I can see my bleeding face in them, they're so fucking shiny."
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"Walk with me." He raised his eyebrows. "I'd offer you my hand, but I assume that would be declined again?"
So he tilted his head, smiling suddenly. "Would you chase me instead?"
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He was wrapping up what was left of his meat when he heard the playful taunt and froze, unsure how he felt about it. His favourite game. He hadn't played it in years.
"I think if I chased you, you might lose your fucking throat."
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He straightened up and brushed himself off, looking at Taliesin expectantly. Maybe it was working. he wanted to get through to him. "I'm willing to take my chances, darling."
He remembered their games all too well. "Don't you want to play, Taliesin? Don't you want to give chase?"
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Of course he did. He hadn't played chase in years and he assumed his days of chase were over. He liked to play prey and predator, he liked the game that the whole thing had - it was exciting. He sniffed the air without meaning to and then raised his hand, scratching behind his ear.
When he finally turned away from his bag, he was facing a smirking Kian. He didn't mean to but his lips pulled back and he growled. Not viciously, not cruelly, just excitedly.
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He stood there, seeming ever so patient. Waiting for the packing to commence and to hopefully conclude. Simply seeing what would happen, no sign of tension in his body. But there had been a widening of his smirk at that growl. There had been a shiver that he suppressed.
And a minute or two into standing there, quite suddenly, he started running. Ready to be hunted.
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He sniffed the air and moved along the trail, following behind Kian until he saw his shiny shoes in the distance.
Without thinking, he was on all fours and striding through the forest floor, barking behind Kian and then finally poncing onto him. He might have moved like a wolf but he was still a man. His eyes were dark and his teeth were bared. He snarled as he leaned down, sniffing Kian eagerly. Then he licked his neck. God. So sweet.
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