Dark Temptation [Razavan, Adv., M]

[Cata]

The winter wind stirred the trees, rustling the snow laden branches, unsettling those with the heavier burdens and sending masses of white to the forest floor with an audible 'thud'. THe forest was quiet, far too much. Like the trees and it creatures could sense something approaching and had gone silent.

Hold steady, Shiva. It's far too quiet here.. Trenton whispered through his link with the large half bred wolf dog. Shiva snorted and seemed to have rolled her golden eyes, making Trent roll his eyes in return. This is why he did horrible with women. Even a female wolf and he fought like they were both little kids.

His feet made little to no sound as they moved through the forest. Another night of stalking the vampire for answers of who Xavier was and why he wanted Trenton. Seemed like it was either dead or alive judging by the way the vampires went to kill and not preserve. Shiva stopped and lifted her snort to the air, scenting it. She snorted, clearly not liking the foul stench she had picked up on. Trenton readied his crossbow, the shaft decorated with runes and sigils he had carved in himself. They called to him with each passing day. A year of traveling around these parts and it was only getting worse. He was beginning to see the life force that surrounded people. It shifted with emotions and it made him honestly question what was left of his dwindling sanity.

He was drug from his thoughts as Shiva let a snarl rumble in her throat, the huge she-wolf mutt always his first alert system. She was bigger than most wolves or dogs for that matter since he fed and made her exercise with him everyday. His body had to always be in top condition or he would find himself in the hands of the madman who was constantly trying to find him and invade his heavily guarded mind. He didn't understnad what the vile man wanted from him of all people. He had only just known of his magicks and no he was being silently hunted for it. From what he had come to understand. THere was more in the forest than the vampires and Xavier. There was people who were getting in the mage's way and Trenton had made sure he did not meet them either. He did not need people interfering. Plus he had horrible people skills.

Oceanic orbs flicked along the snow filled forest, wondering what it was that set Shiva off. He crouched down and readied his gun also, having made silver bullets etched with his own personal spells, the metal having called to him and told him what to draw.

Quiet now, Shiva.. he encouraged as he got into position, Shiva moving in perfect sync with him, going silent and moving into her own spot. Trent then watched as a vampire came out from across the way and he clutched his crossbow a bit more. Looked like it was going to be another night of vile blood.

[Dreamer]

Torment. It burned in what miniscule amount of blood lingered in his body, just as his grandfather's cruel laughter scorched his mind; the feeling of his presence there lingering even now when it was absent. The last session of play Xavier had forced him through had been especially horrendous, and he was thankful that it had been cut off abruptly by the destruction of his ice cave Fortress. It had been pure luck on his part that he'd managed to escape, because had there not been an unending amount of chaos happening, he wouldn't have.

And so he'd run, the best that he could. Bare foot, his wounds and bloodloss far past what even the most ancient of his kind could manage. But Dragonseekers were stubborn, and he'd inherited every bit of that in his nature. How long, how far he'd came...he didn't know. But he wasn't ignorant enough to believe that there wouldn't be a bevy of vampires after him. Sun scorch the lot of there foul hoary souls. Especially the Malinov, who had more than once taken there turns on his person. As hated as he was among his own kind, he couldn't help but praise every time one of those brothers were destroyed.

But with this new found freedom came choices, and Razavan had already made his. In the many centuries he'd lived, he'd brought nothing but pain to those he loved. His sweet daughter, his sister, and so many others. The mage could invade his mind at will; he didn't have the strength or fortitude to fight him off. There weren't many that did. He was an ancient bastard, powerful. And in the state he was in at the moment, he'd have issues going up against a fawn. Let alone a powerful mage. But it was more than that. Even amid the emotionless depths of his heart, he longed for peace. Everlasting, embracing, perfect. This world would be far safer without him. And he wouldn't ache anymore. There wasn't anyway he'd waste such a perfect opportunity.

And so he kept moving, until strength waned, and his vision began to blur. Until he could go no more. It was there, he fell amid the snow. A dark, fallen angel who had seen trials and tribulations unimaginable. Horribly gaunt and thin; a whisp of a man who should have been able to stand tall and strong like the rest of the his race. The ground caught him, as did the fresh scent of clean air. Yes, this was the spot. This was where he could rest now. Here, the sun would catch him and while it would be a slow death...it would be one he deserved.

A heavy fall of lashes slid across dulled eyes. His breathing grew shallow, his body dangerously cold. Until it would seem that he was more dead than alive. He could sense the number of vampires in the area, and even the man and canine about to do battle. But there wasn't anything that the likes of him could do. And so he lay there, praying to the great mother that they didn't find him.

Because just as much as he didn't want to be taken back to Xavier, he didn't wish to be saved either. Should this male get any ideas about it.

[Cata]

Blue orbs watched the vampire with caution. While he had taken out quite a few of the newly turned, they were still unpredictable and he was still a mortal. That was one thought that always humbled him when it came time to fight the undead like this. It made him fight more efficiently. He couldn't afford to lose against one of them. But then..He honestly wondered if he ran into one of the elder vampires..How quick they would be able to kill him?

He pushed such thoughts from his mind as the vampire began to scent the air. Looks like he was looking for something. Perhaps someone? That made Trenton frown and Shiva was slinking closer and he automatically adjusted his crossbow into firing position without a thought. He had to concentrate on this. The present. Now. Worrying on the future could happen when he was safe in the cave he had secured for him just the night before. He moved more into position. He and Shiva worked at one unit. An extension of one another.

In an instant she struck, Trenton on his feet and firing three shots in quick succession. The vampire yowled as the magick imbued shafted sank into him. Trenton stepped out from behind a tree, black spittle dripping from the vampire's mouth as he suddenly began to twitch. Trenton smirked a bit, knowing his spell must hurt like hell, or it would in a moment.

Brother fire I call on you
Destroy
Burn
Sear from the inside out
Boil
Burst
Heat till the sun is seems no match...

He spoke the spell without hesitation, not able to question why these spells came to him as if he had always known them. The vampire screeched and began to claw at its own chest as it began to bubble, its skin expanding. Shiva backed up, nowing the outcome. Trenton took cover as well as the vampire seemed to swell like a pimple and then he burst, black blood flying. Trenton waited a moment before stepping out, Shiva already seaching for the heart. She barked as she found it.

Father lightning
Cleanse this blackness from the Mother
Destroyed by Brother
Yet you can heal it all
Father wipe away the darkness..

He said and lightning arced down and destroyed the heart andset the rest of the body aflame and then to ash, a breeze making the last traces vanish. Trenton sighed, feeling the strain of using so much magick. He had used too much last night and had not rested enough. That had to be it.

"Let's go, Shiva," he called, turning to head back, but all he got was silence and he blinked, turning back to where he had just seen the she-wolf mix. He frowned and moved across the snow, knowing she would never go far without him. "Shiva!" he called out, brow furrowed.

I am here, Big Brother..

She finally answered him and he moved around a couple of trees before he found her sitting next to a form lain out along the snow, unmoving. "Shit.." he cursed and moved forward. This was no vampire or Shiva would have never gotten this close to the man. Trenton knelt down and his eyes fell on the tormented man, frowning. The man had to have escaped from hell or something, cause he didn't even look alive, but Trent knew he was, barely.

Gently he turned the man over and looked down at his face. He then placed his hands against the man's cheek. Ice cold. He didn't like the odds of this. "Sir..Sir can you hear me?"

[Dreamer]

The world was a distant hum in his ears. Dim, distant, remote. Much like the ache in his body, dulled by the snow and the loss of blood. Razavan could hear the faint thump....bump-thump of his heart, the thin and barely there rasp of his breath. But his eyes were so heavy, as if lead had been attached to his lids to keep them shut. So it was far easier to simply keep them closed. Everything was, for the first time, at peace and not even the distant battle stirred him to attention as it once would have and should have done. At least, once upon a time.

But hunger warred in his mind, the dark beast within arguing that he was free now and that he should feed. It invited and encouraged, snarling savagely. However with the control and stubborness only one born to his clan could possess, he pushed it asside with ease. No Dragonseeker had ever given into that dangerous thing inside of him, and he would never be the first. Not even after all that had happened to him. Even if the rest of the world knew him as a trader, he would go into the next life with the honor to have at least never let the darkness take him into its entirety.

Lost, pleasantly so, he wasn't prepared for hands upon his person. Warm, strong hands that turned him....the careful touch foreign and terrifying in its own right. It was the voice that tugged him; gave him a sharp realization that most males spent the whole of there lives waiting for. Lifemate, Sivamet, Palafertiilam, his. Never mind that it was no female who came to his aid, but male. Gender would never matter to someone who had spent waiting centuries for the other half of there soul.

But rather than relief, he felt pain. Razavan would never sentence someone to be tied to him. His eyes jerked open; swirling endless pools of agonizing suffering. Determination, resolve making them all the more intense. They began as black, and writhed into emerald green, then into a deep entrancing blue. For a moment, he seemed blinded and in truth was as color swamped him for the first time in centuries. Color...and deadly emotion.

A man honed in circumstances that made hell seem like a vacation to the beach, he was set in stone, in the task that he'd chosen to complete. Never mind his own desperation to never be responsible for the betrayal and pain of a loved one ever again. Let alone, the one destined to be his lifemate. "You must leave me..." He spoke; Razavan's deep accented voice a hoarse rasp in his ravaged throat. There was a compulsion in his voice. Beautiful, in quality and humming with the power of an old one.

Never could he let the longing that swamped his heart explode as it threatened to do so. He ached to feel his mate's touch upon his skin, to feel the welcome warmth of another body that didn't mean to do him harm. And yet he couldn't allow it. Wouldn't allow it. Because this mage, and he knew this male was a mage....was also an innocent. At least, in comparison to Razavan and many others. His aura radiating against the fallen male like the warmth of the sun. At least, as he imagined it to feel. In truth, he'd been underground to long to even be awake during the day.

Half starved, dangerously emaciated, his peace had exploded around him. And if he had the strength to pull away, he would have.

[Cata]

Shiva came to sit on the other side of the fallen male and chuffed his scent. She seemed to make a face and tilted her large head, ears perked for sound. She was curious, but also would not hesitate to rip the new male's throat out if he made a threatening move toward Trenton.

He is not human, Big Brother. He smells of long age and earth.. Shiva whispered along their shared link. Trenton looked at the wolf mutt and nodded a bit. He could tell from the moment he touched the man. It was very faint. Like the flutter of a butterfly's wings brushing along one's cheek, but it was there. Power. Power that longed to be known.

I sense that, Shiva. But I can't just leave him here. Even if I am a heartless bastard alot of the time.. he returned and Shiva seemed to be laughing at him, which he frowned to. The half-wolf had learned far too many of his habits. It was like having a furry female version of himself sometimes. He peered back down at the male in his hold just as eyes snapped open to look up at him. He watched as colors swirled. Black, green then a deep blue that seemed to tug at him. God..It had been a long time since he had gotten laid. Perhaps it was affecting his mind and making him find a near death man attractive. Eh...It wouldn't be the first time his mind went all crazy on him.

"You must leave me..." the man spoke, voice sounding like he had been gargling rocks. Shiva had been surprised and leapt back from the power the voice carried. Trenton winced and his mind slammed down its barriers with a sharp snap, nearly making him fall back from the powers clashing a bit. He sighed and looked at the man, frowning, golden brows furrowing.

"Don't do that shit again," he said with a bit of a glare. "Fuckin' hurt. Also..I may be a snarky asshole. But I ain't heartless. I ain't gonna leave you out here for the vampires to find," he replied, bright azure orbs set. Trent was a stubborn man and he wasn't going to leave the man here in the snow for the vampires to find and tear up. Shiva came back over and growled at the dieing man. "Also..Shiva didn't like that too much either. Might not wanna test her. She a snippy bitch of a female," he added and got a snarl from the mixed breed, making him smirk a bit, looking almost like a mischivious wolf himself.

[Dreamer]

Frustration strung at the male, as did desperation. There was any way in the seven hells he was telling the male they were lifemates or explaining the term for that matter. And in truth, he doubted this young but powerful mage would understand. His mind told him it would be better this way, while the shrivelled black thing that was the remnants of his soul wept in longing despair and the beast in his mind snarled demandingly for its other half to be claimed. Razavan did not deserve a light, particularly when the mage could invade his body at any moment. Something quelled within him at the thought of this fiery young man captured and used. It nearly made my physically ill.

For a moment the beautiful, writhing orbs of his gaze slid shut. Thick, unusually heavy lashes creating dark crescents upon dirty skin, his brows drawing together as he forced himself to calm before he looked back to the blonde. "You do not understand..." That pure, powerful voice was hoarser now. A masculine rasp, that was far beyond weary. "I have great enemies, and they can find you through me. Leave me to the sun..." Leave him, before he committed further crimes...worse crimes, even against his will.

He didn't have the strength to fight the mage this time; even less so than normal in fact. In truth, it was proving difficult to even find the ability to pull away from the male, whose scent curled around his nose. Warmth, and magic, and sunlight, and strength. He smelt of life, but more than that and it was so tempting for him to seek out the haven he knew that could have been provided. But more than that, it could have been the start of a second chance. His Dragonseeker stubborness however, reared its head and demanded he stick to the plan. Death, was the most noble path. A just punishment.

Razavan however, didn't offer an apology for attempting to use his voice to sway Trent to abandon this attempt at saving him. He would do what was necessary to protect those that meant anything to him from his Grandfather. And while he'd known the male for a matter of seconds, in truth, the emotions that had leapt to the surface at the mere site of him weren't something he was in control over. In fact, they were producing as much a throb as the sudden color he could see in.

[Cata]

He waited, wondering how the man would try to argue himself out of his help. Shiva wanted to leave, not liking how exposed they were, especially since they had just fought a vampire. Trenton could here the earth screaming where he had killed the vampire. But he could not cleanse the area till morning came. It was far too risky for him to perform the ritual out in the open at night where a vampire could lurk and attack him. Or worse, bring a group and attack. One vampire was hard enough..But a group? Trenton knew he would not survive.

You do not understand the man spoke again and Trent watched him, making sure to keep his shields firmly in place. No need for another backlash. "I have great enemies, and they can find you through me. Leave me to the sun..." he added, continue to argue with Trenton. The blonde sighed and shrugged a bit.

He is as stubborn as you, Big Brother.. Shiva commented, the mix breed having learned the human tongue through Trenton. The blonde man shot Shiva a glare, though there was no true heat in the look. Her laughter filled his head and he grumbled a curse under his breath at the wolf-mutt. He then level his gaze back down on the male.

"Look. I got my own enemies..One of them in these very mountains. I'm not new to being hunted. Been hunted since I was eighteen. I ain't leaving you. So you can shut up and try and rest. Or I can knock you out and place a nice sleeping spell on ya to add to it," he said in a gruff voice. He stiffened then and looked around. "And we gotta get going..The vampires are searching for their day dens. We should be safe in my shelter though," he said, more talking to himself as Shiva became uneasy and got to her feet and started to pace, ears flicking around for any sudden sounds from the forest around them. Trenton slid his arms beneath the man, ready to lift him and carry him along the terrian to get to safety, no regard to his own being taken as he sought to help the horribly injured male.

[Dreamer]

Agony flittered over the Carpathian's dark gaze, as he failed to make the blonde understand. "Palafertiilam..." He spoke quietly now, his throat having been raw to beign with. "Please...just let me die. I am unsafe to have near...the mage can possess me..." Not that he looked unsafe, with barely the strength to keep his eyes open. But there was truth in his voice, and purity. Not compulsion, but honesty. If the mage desired to control him, Razavan's weak state wouldn't matter. Never mind that his lifemate was the one person he'd sell the rest of his soul to keep safe. No carpathian male could help but put there other half first.

When the blonde got near and moved to lift him, he sucked in an unnoticable breath. That warm scent that had been beating at him got all the stronger while his own faint heart struggled to match pace with the mage's. It was overwhelming to be near his light, achingly so. Even if said light didn't know, and wouldn't ever know if he could help it. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, and it took everything in him not to nuzzle this man's throat. To trace a flitting pulse with the tip of his tongue; once, twice, a third time before piercing it with his teeth. There would have been no pain, but the blissful pleasure only lifemates could share. What would he taste like? It was a thought he couldn't help but wonder.

The injured male was painfully light in weight, despite the firm muscle and size that should have lined his emaciated 6'5" frame. It would have been nothing for Trent to pick him up. Had one paid mine they might have noticed the fact that Razavan was a perfect fit to the blonde's body even in this state, even held like this. They were after all, born for one another. However, it would be impossible to not see the fact that with every passing moment Razavan grew colder. And that his faint breaths were more shallow than before; coming in thin little wisps that rasped noisily within his lungs.

Truthfully, if Trenton didn't hurry, he'd very likely die anyway thanks to the cold. Without blood, he'd not had the energy to heal himself from the last session of experimentation with Xavier. And then immediately after the opportunity to escape had presented itself. But even then, he did attempt to get away from the warm arms that held him. Driven by the need to keep this male from the grasp of evil-like Trent placing the other before himself. And not merely because it was natural to do so as a carpathian male, but also because it was a part of his character. Something he'd done, even when branded a traitor by the Carpathian world as a whole.

If the blonde were to put a spell on him, it was very likely he'd be unable to fight it off. And would have perhaps been the best course of action.

[Cata]

Arms shifted under the man's legs and his back and then he stood, the male a barely noticed weight it would seem, not that he weighed much anyways. Even Shiva seemed heavier than this man. He held him closer and looked around, always cautious. Shiva shifted to stand and shook some snow from her silver fur before lopping forward, always the first alert signal for Trenton.

The blonde sighed as the man tried to escape him. He stopped mid step and looked down at him, face gentling a bit, somewhat of a feat for Trenton being the hard man he was. "And each time I close my eyes..A mage by the name of Xavier tries to take over my own. We are not all that different," he said softly and began walking, unperturbed by the male's struggle as he held tight.

Sleep...I will keep you safe..You're safe with me. The mage cannot get you if I am here to watch over you...Now..Sleep.. he whispered to the man, somehow easily finding a path to speak with the man in their minds. I don't wanna put a spell on ya. But I will. Rest. I will give you blood once we are safe from the vampire.. he added, his voice holding a different kind of complusion, magick weaved deeply into his voice as he sought to soothe the other from struggling again him.

Shiva was moving quickly, Trenton forced to walk quicker, nearly as agile as his furry companion. He made nearly no sound as he moved, the snow seeming to melt before his foot even hit the ground but then closing again to make sure no tracks remained behind. While he was mage, Trenton didn't understand the true extent of it. Didn't grasp just how deeply his blood ran with the earth.

Big Brother. We must hurry. The male is waning. i can smell his hunger and weakness.. Shiva chimed in, breaking Trenton's calm as he forced himself to move faster through the forest toward the caves he had discover. Beautiful depths with healing properties and the earth's protection. It even had a hot spring like pool for bathing. Something the male in his arms needed quite badly.

I know, Shiva. When did you become such a nagging bitch? he teased back and got a growl in answer as they moved as one unit. They had not been far form their temporary home. That was why they had gone hunting quickly this night. The vampires had gotten too close to his shelter. One he honestly liked and did not wish to give up just yet.

A moment more and the familiar outcropping was seen and Trenton relaxed a bit, holding the male close as his senses fanned out. Shiva slowed. It was not wise for them to simply rush in. Shiva scent the air and Trenton did a full sweep with his mind, testing his barrier on the cave. He nodded. No one had entered while they were gone or had gotten too close.

"Shiva. In." two words spoken as a signal that it was clear. The massive half breed lopped forward and slipped into the hidden entrance that looked like the rock face. A nice illusion that the cave had on its own and Trenton enhanced it with magick.

Don't die on me.. he whispered to the male in his arms as he moved into the cave.

[Dreamer]

And so he slept, soothed by the gentle compulsion in his mate's voice at least for the time being. Not the sleep of his people, for that was something he'd not done in a very long time. It had never felt safe enough and in truth in all his centuries he'd never really even had the chance to take to the earth that called his name.

Even the inner beast seemed to subside for the time being, and Razavan's struggles had drawn to a stop. His mind, having naturally slid around the one that had easily merged into his own. It would have been nothing for the young mage to explore his memories, his past...and the carpathian wouldn't have stopped him. There were no lies between lifemates, even when it came to his own shame and guilt.

The swirling color of his gaze was hidden now, once more...by his eyelids in rest. Thick lash fanning across gaunt, dirty cheeks. He would not see the way to the caves that Trent had found. Nor, would he see the almost Carpathian way the male had wove his safeguards and the manner that he'd found a place rich with healing minerals. His head had, during the walk, leaned toward the blonde. Nearer to the rich, warm scent that tugged at him so desperately.

But the moment they were inside the pair's current home, his senses prickled with awareness. Here, the earth was strong...soothing to the creature who had been born a part of her, even though he'd grown up in hell rather than in the environment he should have. Though, he wouldn't be able to make out the Great Mother's voice entirely. She whispered to him, yes, but Razavan wasn't one of the legendary Earth healers.

Within the cave, he would no doubt be further tempted by his hunger. Trapped, unescabably till he was strong enough to leave, with the temptation of his lifemate's blood and the bond that hovered before them...unspoken of by the Carpathian male, in order to further protect the blonde. It would be such a trememndous effort to simply not give in to the need to have his soul soothed.

A faint noise escaped the back of his throat, brows knitting together a moment before the heavy fall of his lids tugged apart to gaze not at there surroundings but up at the face of the male who was the other half of his soul. A fractured and blackened thing, that was unworthy of the light presented to it. It surged something angry to the surface to think that his grandfather had been trying to possess him, but spoke vollumes about the young mage's strength that he had managed to resist.

There weren't many that could do so. Including those among the most ancient of the Carpathian world. Xavier was to powerful, even for his own good. Though his body was a rotting, foul thing that wouldn't last much longer. With hope it would fail him before he found a new vessel to possess permanently.

[Cata]

He moved into the cave, mindful to shift his spells to welcome the new occupant. Shiva slinked ahead as they moved through the labyrith that Trenton had mermorized. Finally they stepped into a huge antechamber. Trenton seemed to relax now. They were safe here deep within the mountain. He stopped and looked down at the man, only to find that he was awake and looking ar him. He smirked a bit and walked over to a nice futon that had been laid in a nice dug out niche in the rich soil. He knelt then laid the man down on his bed, not caring that the man was filthy. Shiva sat not too far away and watched, ever the silent sentinal.

Trenton gently sat the male up and tilted up his face so that it was now level with Trent's neck, his pulse a steady calm flow. "Go on..You're starved. Your kind are the other one's who hunt the vampires. I've caught glimpses of them," he said softly and pressed his neck to those lips, ignoring the heat that slid into his belly as he did this.

"Drink and then I will help you into the earth to heal..I am a quick healer..So drink for tonight and then you will rest till tomorrow night when I will feed you again.."

You sure this is wise, Big Brother..He could turn vampire on you.. Shiva said as she watched, the wolf mutt tense with how exposed her only family was with the man's lips to his strong neck. Azure orbs flicked to the mix breed.

I'm sure. I don't honestly know why. But I can't allow this man to die..

[Dreamer]

He found himself, lain across a bed that smelt distinctly of the blonde who had stubbornly carried him from the place he'd chosen as his grave all the way to the cave. It was perhaps the most comfortable bedding he'd ever been allowed to rest upon, and he just managed not to let out a noise of pleasure at the comfort that embraced him so. It was entirely unexpected, but then, it had also been unexpected for anyone to find him. Let alone the lifemate he had wanted to keep himself from meeting.

The wolf was clearly protective over the blonde, and perhaps he would have offered his own reassurances. That he never wanted to hurt anyone, let alone the male he was destined for. And yet he couldn't, not when the knowledge that his grandfather could invade his body and over take him at any given moment still hovered in the back of his mind. It wouldn't have been truthful, and he didn't wish to weave even an unintentional lie for either of this unique pair. That would further be a betrayal, especially given that they'd already gone out of there way to take such good care of him. Something that touched him on a level, he had never expected.

Razavan found his lips pressed to the side of Trenton's neck...that sure flow of life's blood pulsing steadily beneath his lips. His body pulsed and ached, and the Carpathian shook with the strength of it. He should refuse, but every part of him wanted it. Craved it helplessly. The male hesitated, and then gave into the need to slide his tongue against that warm flesh. A slick, deliciously slow carress that came again and then again. It was more than a taking of blood, intimate even. And then, his teeth sunk into the place...but rather than sharp pain, there was pleasure. It was always pleasurable for a Carpathian to take, but even more so when it came from one's other half.

He let out a low noise as that blood slid over his tongue. Warm, delicious, uniquely this male. And that low noise was followed by a raspy and unused purr. But he was careful, so careful...not to take to much at once. And he was even more careful not to let the ravenous hunger he felt rear its ugly head. The Carpathian male would not intentionally bring the blonde harm, while he could control himself. Even as he lost himself in the pleasurable sensation of being this near to the one who was the light of his dark soul.

[Cata]

He waited, wondering if the other would reject his offer. If he did then Trenton would be forced to MAKE the man drink his blood. He knew it was a bit richer than a normal humans, but of course it was no where near carpathian blood. Shiva was waiting also, pacing now as she watched the pair. THen a slow carress came from the male's tongue. Trenton's eyeswiden a fraction as liquid heat slid down his spine. Again and again the tongue swiped along his pulse, making it quicken with a sudden desire for the other to bite him.

Then, finally, fangs sank in and pleasure exploded behind his eyes as she shut them tightly and groaned. Nothing should feel so good. He gently cradled the man's head as he drank, beginning to pant as he tried to keep himself from growiing hard from this act. It would be rude to his injured guest if he suddenly popped a boner while he was helping the male survive. But damn was it difficult with the liquid heat that was making his blood boil.

His breath caught in his throat and he let himself be swept up in the sensations of the other drinking from him. I will tell you when you have taken too much..Drink and relax yourself. Let it work its healing magick.. he whispered to the other, but his voice was even husky as he spoke this way. His finger wove into dirty peppered hair and he groaned again, cursing softly, not wishing to end up soiling these jeans and having to wash them.

[Dreamer]

His body ached in response to the warm blood sliding down his throat. And in response to the fact that the blonde's arroused scent wrapped invitingly around his nose. Every instinct he had demanding that he relieve that need and claim the other thoroughly. Hunger ate at him, and not merely for blood. This was horribly dangerous, and while Razavan might have that Dragonseeker stubborness in him, he didn't have the ability to make himself stop this now. And in truth, he forgot completely about denying himself.

It is hard to relax, when you make me ache.... He replied for the first time through the private link Trenton had unknowingly initiated. His mind voice was without the rough raw edge that came from a ravaged throat. Rather it was sinfully dark and rich. Beautiful. And carrying the same husky arroused edge that the blonde's carried. And with there minds slid together as they were, it was impossible not to feel just what this did to him. Even when his body was so horribly weak at the moment he couldn't even hold himself upright on his own.

But he continued to drink from him. Less tentative draws because of Trenton's encouragement. It was needed, and his body absorbed that rich healing blood eagerly. Filtering it through his form; it working to slowly rejuvenate him from the horrible loss and lack of a true feeding. One couldn't really consider the blood and things he'd been force fed to be a meal. However, those things, those emotion were blocked off from his mind. He didn't think of them, and focused truly on the blonde alone.

[Cata]

The other male's voice slid along the link and Trenton fought to keep himself calm. He had never experienced anything so intimate. Speaking with Shiva was nothing like this. This was intense. Sharp and honed, beating at his senses. The other was so truthful, admiting to his own arousal when he was truly in no shape to do anything sexual for a good time. He continued to hold the other to him, letting him drink his fill. While it would not be enough to heal completely, he would have more strength after a nice rest in the embracing soil.

You know...You will make me lose control if you keep using that kind of voice on me.. he whispered, trying so hard to grasp his control, his throat suddenly dry as he fought down the images of doing less innocent thing with the man he was helping. He could see the handsome male beneath the gaunt features.

Big brother. THat is enough. You have given enough.. Shiva's voice broke through and he knew she was right.

It is time to stop. I know you're hungry. But I promise I will feed you when night falls again.. he whispered to the man in his arms. I'll give you a bath before laying you in the earth. It will feel better if your flesh is clean..