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Post by Dreamer on Sept 6, 2009 22:07:00 GMT -5
And your's tests my own control, even in this state... He replied a low whisper that was a caress in and of itself. Entirely intimate, in a way that said that the actual act of coming together would have been mind blowing. The Carpathian knew the danger of this; how easy it would be to fall into this sensation. Sweet, wonderful...it was nothing to imagine tugging the blonde down to him, to slide there bodies together in a heated tangle of bare limbs and surging arousal. Ignoring the fact that, though he was rapidly gaining strength, he was still terribly weak. It would never play a part in the seemingly forbidden fantasies he was developing for his lifemate. No, in his mind he was more than able to touch him. In his mind, he let himself be a proper male.
But then the blonde was telling him it was enough and he knew it to be true. He'd been careful though, mindful of how much he took. Small gulps only, because he refused to do bring his lifemate harm. Very gently, he slid his tongue against the tiny places soothingly closing them so that they didn't give up there life's essence. One stroke, two...healing him with the up most care before nuzzle the spot with a slow shaky breath. Already, his breathing was a bit easier and he moved with a bit more freedom. Though he still had a long way to go and the healing earth would be more than helpful.
"Thank you, for your gift..." He murmured against his skin, without pulling away. "Though I am undeserving." More than undeserving in fact. But he hadn't been able to resist or stop himself. Anymore than he could stop the arousal that made itself known within the tattered dirty fabric on his lower half. A quiet, ragged breath left him, as he licked his lower lip and then the other. Not because there was lingering blood-he was not a messy drinker. But because it had the remaining taste of his other half there.
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Post by Cata on Sept 9, 2009 22:13:15 GMT -5
He shivered. No one should be able to do that with only a carress of his mind. He wanted to jump upon the man he was caring for and to ride him till completion. He took a shaky breath, only to inhale sharply as he caught the images in the other's mind. His eyes widened and he choked a bit as his cock shiftly hardened into an aching throb in his tight jeans. He had to keep control. THe male was very injured. He shouldn't be thinking these things. Another calming breath and he reined in his control.
Finally the male sealed the wounds and Trent looked down at the man. He smirked softly. "Don't think like that. Now..TIme for a bath," he said and gently lifted the male and walked over to the warm pool. He knelt by it and pulled off the rags on the male's body and lowered him into the water. He held him gently and work his own leather jacket off.
Water support
Body float
He whispered the spell to keep the man from sinking into the water. He moved back and undressed himself before he slipped into the water and released the spell, catching the other. "Name's is Trenton..What should I call ya?" he askked, cradling the other man as he started to wash away the filth that was caked on his body, trying so hard not to get aroused again.
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 9, 2009 22:34:41 GMT -5
He, likewise, was doing his very best to control his body. It was difficult. Razavan was entrapped within the cave, wrapped in Trenton's scent and so very near the other half of one who was the light of his soul. Every part of him ached for healing, ached to know that bond. His inner beast reared its head and snarled viciously in the back of his mind, pacing like a caged tiger. Back and forth, to and fro. It was no helped by the fact that when he was in the water, his lifemate was wonderfully bare. The heat of his skin, an enticing carress all in its own.
The swirling hues of his gaze slid open to focus upon the other's features. Dirt and other things coming from every part of the carpathian. Revealing centuries of scarring and abuse. Hell did not come close to describing the horrors he'd whitnessed within the not so loving embrace of his grandfather. "I am called Razavan, palafertiilam..." He replied, waiting and watching for some reaction. Uncertain if his infamy had swept far enough that even his lifemate would have heard. Fear. It was there; the worry of rejection, of hate. No one else would be able to affect him. He was more than prepared for the hatred the world might hold within it for him. If...he didn't take to the sun.
The water was heavenly. As was, the feeling of the hands sliding over his body. Washing him clean of the filth that had long since sought to encrust his form. A tentative purr rumble through his person, the noise vibrating its way through even the place that Trenton touched. There was a peace in this place, his mind didn't wish to release. One, that left him with an impression of contentment. Something, that had happened to rarely in his long life.
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Post by Cata on Sept 9, 2009 22:57:09 GMT -5
He was scarred all along his form. A life on the streets and then being a hitman for the government. His life then become involved with the vampires and Xavier, adding more scars, ones he bore with pride. Scars were a mark of life lived to him. His hands moved over the other, scrubbing dirt away and seeing the life of the man before him in the scars on his body.
Razavan.. the other spoke his own name and Trent paused, gazing at Razavan. Why did that name seemed familiar? His brow furrowed as he looked into the other male's eyes. Suddenly his eyes widened and he nearly let go of Razavan, but stopped himself, knowing the other would be unable to keep himself afloat.
"You..You're the one he whispers of.." he whispered, shocked a bit. Gently he brought Razavan close and hugged him. "I'm sorry he did this too you.." he murmured, gently stroked his hand down Razavan's back, unafraid of him. "I'll keep you safe from that vile man," he added.
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Post by Dreamer on Sept 9, 2009 23:14:52 GMT -5
He felt it. The moment, Trent recognized his name and flinched. Preparing to be pushed away; shame and guilt overwhelming his own mind. Razavan would forever hate himself for the pain and betrayal he'd put his loved ones through. Natalya, the Aunts, his own beloved daughter...even the countless women who the Mage had used to bare his children. Children, who should have been born from love with men who adored there mother. Not out of hate, out of lust and a need for power.
But then, unexpectedly, he found himself wrapped within the other male's arms. Held as if he were an important person. Someone, who was deserving of this life. Emotion chocked in his throat, and he found himself turning his head to press his face into his chest. For a time, little more than a boy who had survived centuries beneath the thumb of a monster. But then, with a breath, he managed to nuzzle him. Weak fingers shifting to further hold onto the blonde. "I am unworthy of the protection and care you offer me..." He whispered.
And yet, he could only press closer. Emotion, he didn't quite have a handle over, rearing its head and striking back. It was all, almost to much. Razavan didn't need to ask about the things his grandfather whispered of him. He didn't want to know. Honestly, despite the man being a being of lies...anything said about him had at the very least a ring of truth. He had done a great many things in this lifetime.
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