Taliesin let out a strange noise from the back of his throat, almost an anxious whine, as he licked against his neck again and tried to fight against his instinct to hurt. He nipped Kian instead, fangs breaking the skin but he was careful. He knew how to control his bite, even if it was really hard right now. He lapped up the blood early and then buried his face into Kian's neck, inhaling deep.
Kian was his. HIS. So why did he leave him? It wasn't right. He sniffed all along him until he reached a patch of his coat that didn't smell like him. Someone had touched Kian. And not once but more than once - it was too stuck to the jacket to not be someone in his life. He growled again and then looked at Kian.
"...between now and when we last saw each other? A number of people, I reckon. I didn't live isolated in the forest, you see." Only one of them had taken quite that drastic a step. Kian shifted a little under Taliesin, although he didn't attempt to get away. He didn't mind that he was bleeding, he didn't care about being pinned down. Clearly, this was a game. Whatever game Taliesin needed to feel as if he could come with him. Perhaps not trust him again, but at least bear his company.
How truthful did he want to be here? It wasn't as if he couldn't make an educated guess. "You probably smell Sam. He's living with me right now. He was turned back in the seventies. Nineteen seventies."
"Sam." No. No, no, no. No. NO. That wasn't allowed. He left him, fucked off, and found Sam. And who the fuck called a kid Sam? Girly fucking name. Fucking poncy bastard. He snarled and leaned forward, practically pressing his nose against Kian's. "He's not allowed to touch you. You're mine. YOU SAID YOU WOULD BE MINE!"
Well, no, he didn't but he had a new convincing dream that he had and he was bitter over him. It was hard to not get petty.
Snarling, he suddenly bit into Kian's shoulder where it still smelled of Sam, trying to cover the scent. Yuck. Gross fucking Sam smell on his Kian.
"...I mean, I've known him longer than you." Obviously. Sam was older than Taliesin. They shared a maker, of course there was a prior bond there. Still, Kian realised that logic played no part there, latest when he felt the drag of Taliesin's teeth, even through his jacket. He hissed, squirming under him but not fending him off. Who didn't enjoy a bit of pain?
"He's my friend, Taliesin! We are not lovers, Sam and I." Well. At least not currently. Sam was entirely too busy repressing for anything to happen, which made it all the more entertaining to tease him.
"I don't believe you. I know you. You found someone else." Someone who frankly smelled really good. Seriously, he smelled way better than him. Probably looked better. Kian liked the pretty type, all put together and nice. Like he used to be. And here he was now, hairy and out of shape - he was probably not thrilled to see Taliesin now.
With a petulant sounding growl - yes, he somehow managed to make that sound - he let go of his prey and sat back to stare down at him.
Kian was handsome, Sam was likely handsome too. Two hot vampires who would be young together forever. And then him.
He tilted his head back and howled - he had a lot to lament, after all.
"Aw, hush. Come on, that self-pity isn't like you." Well. It was like him a bit, honestly. He remembered the whining back in the day. Still, he was trying to give him some benefit of the doubt here. He reached out and patted the side of Taliesin's face, following an instinct. He was behaving like a puppy, so maybe he needed to be treated like one too. he scratched under his chin and then ruffled his hair, deciding that this was a better distraction than telling Taliesin that, obviously, he had been with plenty of people in the years since.
Hadn't drunk from any other werewolf, however, so there was that. "Shh, Tally. There's a good boy. Come on. I came here just for you. I've missed you. My beautiful darling still."
"Yeah, fucking, right. I ain't beautiful." He didn't care though, he didn't think it upset him that much. Maybe it bothered him, sure, but mostly it was the Sam stuff. it was being replaced. He hadn't moved on but his darling Kian had. He leaned forward and kissed him, wanting to just try and stake some kind of claim. He wanted a little something to show he was special. Hell, he wanted that power he had yearned for when he was young.
He wanted to make Kian stay and never leave him.
"Your my prey, I caught you. And you're not leaving. Not yet. Not until you smell of me." He wanted every inch of Kian to reek of him so when that Sam guy came close, all he'd smell is glorious, manly dog smell.
"I rather feel as if you've accomplished that already." After all, currently? Taliesin's scent was difficult to ignore. He still liked it, overall, entirely too enamoured by the power of his blood to feel differently, but he did think his beloved werewolf could do with a shower. Maybe even a thorough bath. Perhaps something he could persuade him into once they were somewhere more civilised.
Still, he kissed back now, not denying him the urgency. "What is it you want, Taliesin? To fuck me? To be fucked? To bleed me? Do with me what you want, I'm giving myself to you right now."
Fuck, that was embarrassing. Why the hell did he say that? Probably whatever was left over of the mushroom tea side effects messing with his ability to keep his private shit inside. Or maybe the intense isolation and loneliness. Hard to say.
He climbed on top of Kian and started to pull at his clothes, removing his jacket as best he could and then tugging down his pants. "I want to fuck. And while we fuck, you drink from me. You remember why I was always special. You can't find anyone better than me and you fucking know it."
"I've never even tried to find better than you, my darling." If nothing else, those comparisons seemed worthless anyhow. But even so, what was there sweeter than a mortal's devotion? Other than maybe a powerful mortal's obsessive devotion, that might be even better. Kian stripped down as quickly as he could with help from Taliesin. Or, really, he was trying to get his clothes off before Taliesin could rip them off instead.
Then there they were. No need to be delicate, Kian was a vampire and Taliesin clearly had little room for being delicate in his life right now. It wasn't long before they were fucking and, in their case, fucking really was the smaller part of what was going on. Soon enough he was on top of Taliesin and he let his fangs sink into his throat. He drank eagerly, greedily, eyes closed as everything he tasted, felt and wanted became Taliesin.
Taliesin laughed, excited and giddy, feeling those fangs sink into him and take him away from all of this. They were fucking, he was eagerly rutting, excited and desperate, pent up after so, so long and the bite was all he needed. He came faster than he wanted to, moaning loudly and God, Kian was still drinking.
He slapped his back, like he always used to, groaning a little. And like that, it was eight years ago and they were right back where they had been.
Kian pulled away, as close to out of breath as someone who hadn't needed to draw breath in hundreds of years could be. He had his fingers in Taliesin's hair, unsure when they'd gotten tangled there but not surprised. Quite the mane his love was sporting.
"You taste as sweet as ever, darling. Addictive." He kissed just above the wound he'd left on Taliesin's neck. Fang marks. They fit in well with the scars that had formed there. "Fuck. I've missed this. I've missed you. Missed us."
"Good. You should miss me and no one else. And like me and no one else. Hell, love me and no one else. You know it's worth it." Taliesin bargained, despite his obvious limitations. Age, current appearance, rusty social skills. They were nothing compared to the feeling they had - the thrill of the chase, the excitement of the fight, the greatest fucking ever.
Sitting upright, pants around his ankles, he looked at Kian and then kissed him again. This time less aggressive and possessive. More soft and sweet, like he used to.
"One day I'll make you understand why you should only be with me but it'll take time. Dumb vampires, they never fucking learn."
"So possessive, my darling, my lover, my sweet Taliesin. Have you always been like that and simply hidden it behind the coquettish façade you used to wear so well?" Not that Kian hadn't always enjoyed making him drop that mask, so he supposed he might have really brought this on himself.
He likes the soft kiss, the loving kiss. Perhaps he liked it even more than those kisses that bruised him. Perhaps he liked them both in their own way. "I only want you. And for now, I want you to come with me."
"I washed yesterday, I'm good for another day. Shit, I have to pack. I could have been done by now if it wasn't for a certain horny little bitch. Get your skinny arse up, fangy." Tally was already on his feet, tucking his shirt back into his pants and raising his hand to cover his neck wound. Eh, it was barely bleeding in the end. He healed pretty fast, faster these days.
"We better be going somewhere good. I like being here, dunno if I want a city in my life. They're loud and annoying. And everyone is a bit off. Creepy lot. Like you." He smirked playfully before he turned away and started to talk.
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Kian was his. HIS. So why did he leave him? It wasn't right. He sniffed all along him until he reached a patch of his coat that didn't smell like him. Someone had touched Kian. And not once but more than once - it was too stuck to the jacket to not be someone in his life. He growled again and then looked at Kian.
"Who touched you?!"
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How truthful did he want to be here? It wasn't as if he couldn't make an educated guess. "You probably smell Sam. He's living with me right now. He was turned back in the seventies. Nineteen seventies."
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Well, no, he didn't but he had a new convincing dream that he had and he was bitter over him. It was hard to not get petty.
Snarling, he suddenly bit into Kian's shoulder where it still smelled of Sam, trying to cover the scent. Yuck. Gross fucking Sam smell on his Kian.
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"He's my friend, Taliesin! We are not lovers, Sam and I." Well. At least not currently. Sam was entirely too busy repressing for anything to happen, which made it all the more entertaining to tease him.
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With a petulant sounding growl - yes, he somehow managed to make that sound - he let go of his prey and sat back to stare down at him.
Kian was handsome, Sam was likely handsome too. Two hot vampires who would be young together forever. And then him.
He tilted his head back and howled - he had a lot to lament, after all.
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Hadn't drunk from any other werewolf, however, so there was that. "Shh, Tally. There's a good boy. Come on. I came here just for you. I've missed you. My beautiful darling still."
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He wanted to make Kian stay and never leave him.
"Your my prey, I caught you. And you're not leaving. Not yet. Not until you smell of me." He wanted every inch of Kian to reek of him so when that Sam guy came close, all he'd smell is glorious, manly dog smell.
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Still, he kissed back now, not denying him the urgency. "What is it you want, Taliesin? To fuck me? To be fucked? To bleed me? Do with me what you want, I'm giving myself to you right now."
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Fuck, that was embarrassing. Why the hell did he say that? Probably whatever was left over of the mushroom tea side effects messing with his ability to keep his private shit inside. Or maybe the intense isolation and loneliness. Hard to say.
He climbed on top of Kian and started to pull at his clothes, removing his jacket as best he could and then tugging down his pants. "I want to fuck. And while we fuck, you drink from me. You remember why I was always special. You can't find anyone better than me and you fucking know it."
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Then there they were. No need to be delicate, Kian was a vampire and Taliesin clearly had little room for being delicate in his life right now. It wasn't long before they were fucking and, in their case, fucking really was the smaller part of what was going on. Soon enough he was on top of Taliesin and he let his fangs sink into his throat. He drank eagerly, greedily, eyes closed as everything he tasted, felt and wanted became Taliesin.
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He slapped his back, like he always used to, groaning a little. And like that, it was eight years ago and they were right back where they had been.
"Uncle!"
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"You taste as sweet as ever, darling. Addictive." He kissed just above the wound he'd left on Taliesin's neck. Fang marks. They fit in well with the scars that had formed there. "Fuck. I've missed this. I've missed you. Missed us."
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Sitting upright, pants around his ankles, he looked at Kian and then kissed him again. This time less aggressive and possessive. More soft and sweet, like he used to.
"One day I'll make you understand why you should only be with me but it'll take time. Dumb vampires, they never fucking learn."
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He likes the soft kiss, the loving kiss. Perhaps he liked it even more than those kisses that bruised him. Perhaps he liked them both in their own way. "I only want you. And for now, I want you to come with me."
Hm. "And perhaps to bathe, once we arrive."
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"We better be going somewhere good. I like being here, dunno if I want a city in my life. They're loud and annoying. And everyone is a bit off. Creepy lot. Like you." He smirked playfully before he turned away and started to talk.