Drabble
The things the come out of my head when I watch anime, read all of "I am Legend" and eat left-overs. Siiiigh.
Anyway, Pan you will probably like this best????
It started like it always did, when Asura's hunger flared and drove him to crave blood; his blood. There was always a servant sent to fetch him with a request for a word, but words were rarely exchanged between them when the time came. Words, after all, weren't necessary. They were both well aware of the reason behind the summon. Only small pleasantries and a brief courtesy were given before a sharp but brief pain would mark the beginning of something so wholesomely incredible Zelman was still at a loss of words in which to describe it.
The first jolt was always a shock, like electricity running sharply down his spine with such intensity it almost overloaded his senses. What followed after that initial shock was much easier to get used to though, a bubbling and boiling heat that quickly swallowed and consumed all his senses; there was nothing left of he, the Red Blood. All that he was, all he knew was that utterly euphoric bliss Asura's bite gave him as his blood was leeched slowly from his neck despite how his heart raced and thundered in his chest.
There was no time for thought, no time for him to even breathe when that pleasure settled over his mind and drowned his mind in a heavy fog. The only thing he could focus on was how close his Lord was, how securely he held him, so that Zelman couldn't move or pull away. Not that he could have anyway, legs trembling with the effort to remain standing even as he shuddered and tried desperately to hold back any sounds that might arouse suspicion with the other servants milling through the manor.
On a few occasions there had been inquiries, but Asura always dealt with them curtly and with ease Zelman couldn't even begin to fathom. By then, his mind was usually in complete disarray as the effects of resonance filled him and blocked out the rest of the world. All he would know was the sensation of Asura--his thoughts, his feelings, every sensation of every single nerve ending in his Lord's body. It was like a drug.
But then again, this time wasn't like all the others. Fangs weren't removed from his neck like they normally were; instead, they remained embedded in the delicate flesh of his neck and continued to drain blood from him so that the sense of ecstasy coursing through his veins intensified and made him choke out raggedly.
"A-Asu... Asura....aaa...! Ssst...stah...p-pp, That's too...much--that's t-too muuuuch.....~ Asura--"
No more escaped him after that; a particularly large amount of blood was stolen from him so suddenly he jerked in Asura's iron grip out of pure reflex, entirely over-stimulated and unable to suppress a desperate cry of pleasure as he arched his neck back and pressed backwards out of utter burning desire; desire he didn't understand nor dwell upon. He wasn't given time, for without any apparent reason Asura had withdrawn his fangs and the pleasure evaporated from his body and left him quaking.
There was no time for him to relax though. As he gasped raspily for air, lips parted and gaze completely clouded by the after-effects of Asura's bite he suddenly found his mouth claimed by the Lord's. Desperately-needed air was cut off so that he made a discontent sound in the back of his throat--or at least tried. Halfway through his attempted protest a warm and coppery--bitter, really--flavor registered in his mind and he grimaced.
Asura did not relent though, and for a moment Zelman thought he might suffocate. His lungs were burning, but he couldn't gasp for air... He wasn't getting enough through his nose and even when he tried to weakly push Asura away he found himself unable to muster any sort of strength in his limbs. All he could do was choke down that horribly bitter fluid, swallow it even though it made his throat burn and tingle unpleasantly. It spread down to his stomach, and ebbed out into his limbs from there until by the time his Lord pulled back, ever fiber of him stung like a thousand tiny pinpricks.
"A-ah....sura...." he gasped out weakly, voice barely audible, "it...hurts.....it h-hurts...."
But there was no answer to be had; only silence greeted him. Silence and the resonance that began to clog his mind with the thoughts and feelings of the one person he could never seem to figure out, who remained a constant mystery despite their many similar encounters; the countless nights of ethereal sensations and alien attention.
And then suddenly he knew; even before Asura parted his lips and whispered the answer softly again his lips, he knew what was happening.
He was dying.
Anyway, Pan you will probably like this best????
It started like it always did, when Asura's hunger flared and drove him to crave blood; his blood. There was always a servant sent to fetch him with a request for a word, but words were rarely exchanged between them when the time came. Words, after all, weren't necessary. They were both well aware of the reason behind the summon. Only small pleasantries and a brief courtesy were given before a sharp but brief pain would mark the beginning of something so wholesomely incredible Zelman was still at a loss of words in which to describe it.
The first jolt was always a shock, like electricity running sharply down his spine with such intensity it almost overloaded his senses. What followed after that initial shock was much easier to get used to though, a bubbling and boiling heat that quickly swallowed and consumed all his senses; there was nothing left of he, the Red Blood. All that he was, all he knew was that utterly euphoric bliss Asura's bite gave him as his blood was leeched slowly from his neck despite how his heart raced and thundered in his chest.
There was no time for thought, no time for him to even breathe when that pleasure settled over his mind and drowned his mind in a heavy fog. The only thing he could focus on was how close his Lord was, how securely he held him, so that Zelman couldn't move or pull away. Not that he could have anyway, legs trembling with the effort to remain standing even as he shuddered and tried desperately to hold back any sounds that might arouse suspicion with the other servants milling through the manor.
On a few occasions there had been inquiries, but Asura always dealt with them curtly and with ease Zelman couldn't even begin to fathom. By then, his mind was usually in complete disarray as the effects of resonance filled him and blocked out the rest of the world. All he would know was the sensation of Asura--his thoughts, his feelings, every sensation of every single nerve ending in his Lord's body. It was like a drug.
But then again, this time wasn't like all the others. Fangs weren't removed from his neck like they normally were; instead, they remained embedded in the delicate flesh of his neck and continued to drain blood from him so that the sense of ecstasy coursing through his veins intensified and made him choke out raggedly.
"A-Asu... Asura....aaa...! Ssst...stah...p-pp, That's too...much--that's t-too muuuuch.....~ Asura--"
No more escaped him after that; a particularly large amount of blood was stolen from him so suddenly he jerked in Asura's iron grip out of pure reflex, entirely over-stimulated and unable to suppress a desperate cry of pleasure as he arched his neck back and pressed backwards out of utter burning desire; desire he didn't understand nor dwell upon. He wasn't given time, for without any apparent reason Asura had withdrawn his fangs and the pleasure evaporated from his body and left him quaking.
There was no time for him to relax though. As he gasped raspily for air, lips parted and gaze completely clouded by the after-effects of Asura's bite he suddenly found his mouth claimed by the Lord's. Desperately-needed air was cut off so that he made a discontent sound in the back of his throat--or at least tried. Halfway through his attempted protest a warm and coppery--bitter, really--flavor registered in his mind and he grimaced.
Asura did not relent though, and for a moment Zelman thought he might suffocate. His lungs were burning, but he couldn't gasp for air... He wasn't getting enough through his nose and even when he tried to weakly push Asura away he found himself unable to muster any sort of strength in his limbs. All he could do was choke down that horribly bitter fluid, swallow it even though it made his throat burn and tingle unpleasantly. It spread down to his stomach, and ebbed out into his limbs from there until by the time his Lord pulled back, ever fiber of him stung like a thousand tiny pinpricks.
"A-ah....sura...." he gasped out weakly, voice barely audible, "it...hurts.....it h-hurts...."
But there was no answer to be had; only silence greeted him. Silence and the resonance that began to clog his mind with the thoughts and feelings of the one person he could never seem to figure out, who remained a constant mystery despite their many similar encounters; the countless nights of ethereal sensations and alien attention.
And then suddenly he knew; even before Asura parted his lips and whispered the answer softly again his lips, he knew what was happening.
He was dying.