† And the more I see the less I like.

[likeagoodson]

Characters: lordistic & likeagoodson
Setting/Location: the shadowsJust outside the Caravan.
Date & Time: Day 10, Afternoon
Warnings: BLOOD?
Summary: With Johnny gone and lacking food, Charley drives himself to the brink of hunger. A certain someone ends up in the way.

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[likeagoodson]

There was an apology on the tip of his tongue before he could even recollect what he was doing. Through slightly blurred vision, Charley squinted to take in the other as best he could. Trying to compose himself was an even bigger task, his unsatisfied appetite gnawing insistently at him. It was threatening to control his actions; even this person, distinctly male, would prove to be--

"No." Charley said it firmly, both in answer to the other's question and to convince himself he did not need to resort to violence - and thus, murder - to appease his own treacherous body. "I was only--"

Everything in him stopped. He was so close to him, his scent was mingling with the air. Strong, masculine. Charley instantly took a step backward, and then, as his thoughts became overrun with blood and hunger and eat, he reached for him. A hand wound tight in his clothes, whatever the softness was his fingers brushed up against. His teeth were beginning to hurt; even without all of the enhancements in his body, this natural strength did not elude him. Granted, he did not think he could ever be so strong as Master, but...

"I'm sorry." It was a faint whisper, lost in the exhale of breath. Charley's head was down, grip tightening even more, and it was very obvious he was struggling with himself.

[lordistic]

When the creature grabbed his kimono, Sesshoumaru flinched. The last time someone had been close enough to touch him it had been Rin - his priority. Of course, having lost his sense of smell, the once-demon could no longer see the danger he was in just being around the hungry vampire: instead he lifted his single arm, reaching out to grip the arm of the person that held onto him so tightly.

Sesshoumaru could barely tell what the creature was. It seemed human - sounded so too, when it spoke, heavy breath likes humans get when they have walked a short distance - but it was stronger, he could see that. There was something more to this fiend than met the eye and the demon was half-tempted to push it and find out - but the fact that it had a hold of him so tightly was irritating and, if he had still been able to access his demon abilities, he would have seen red.

"Remove yourself from this Sesshoumaru or face the consequences." What those consequences were was, at the moment, a mystery to Sesshoumaru; he couldn't use his swords and it seemed that his demonic abilities had been tampered with. Still, it could not be forgiven. Someone being this close to him was not allowed, and for good reason. Sesshoumaru knew that, even now, he was dangerous - and he would prove it if the creature did not remove itself.

Apologies were not enough. Sesshoumaru's fingers tightened their grip, his mouth a firm, angry line. "Remove yourself. Now." He repeated - for the last time.

[likeagoodson]

Sesshoumaru. His name, if the way he addressed himself was any indication, but Charley could barely understand the words being spoken to him. How could he care for introductions when he could not control himself? That thick haze of bloodlust was continuing to grow inside him; the pain and the agony he felt being alone, utterly on his own without Master to pester or annoy or feed him left every emotion he possessed open to the world. He couldn't breathe, caught on his own tears as he grit his teeth.

"Nn." His response, more or less.

Charley drew that body up and shoved him backwards, aware of the impact it made into a nearby tree. When had he wandered so far from the Caravan? Why was someone so far from shelter? Coherent things he would have considered had that hunger not infected his brain. Something feral was breaking loose inside him, threatening to take what remained of his humanity and break it. He felt fear, loathing and disgust, but he couldn't stop. Wouldn't--

His hold tightened so hard, his knuckles turned white from the pressure, and Charley leaned in close, ignoring the way Sesshoumaru's hair fell over his face and tickled at his cheek. His nose and lips found purchase against the curve of his throat, just along the carotid artery. Fresh blood; he could smell it, could almost taste it, and it drove him crazy.

[lordistic]

The thing didn't move, wouldn't move, and Sesshoumaru felt his ire growing. How dare any creature come so close to the Lord of the Western lands and abuse his person space in this way? The fury he felt was boundless, flowing through his body like a drug, pumping in his blood like oxygen. He growled, though the sound was muted with anger, and shifted, awkwardly. He felt his arm tense and stopped, felt the muscles moves across bone and hissed, a twitch of pain causing him to lose focus for a tiny second.

It seemed to be all that the thing needed to make it's move.

Sesshoumaru could barely believe his eyes when it moved forward, it's head ebbing closer and closer to his neck. He felt the skin of the thing press against his neck and growled again - but there was little he could do. His single arm was struggling as it was, and with his powers locked away from him... There was nothing but acceptance in his future, it seemed, whatever this creature desired to do.

He pushed still, of course, anger deep in his stomach. "Remove yourself!" He shouted, his voice loud and proud and angry. His arm shifted but was unable to be of proper use; the breath against his neck was warm and desperate and Sesshoumaru hissed again. What more could he do? Backed against a tree with a body against his, blocking his exit... Without his demonic powers he was nothing, and he felt anger stronger than he had felt in decades.

[likeagoodson]

He was no longer Charley after that.

Another person took over, something worse and darker than he could ever imagine becoming. It wasn't even like those moments he had with Master, the hunger prominent but his intellect still intact. This...thing moved without hesitation, without worry or aversion dominating its senses. He dipped his head even closer, running the length of his tongue along the pulse of the body against him. Warm, so sweet and tender. Charley nicked the skin with the edge of his tooth, smelling strength and power in the fluid that leaked from it, and he kissed that spot to taste blood.

"Ah--"

His hand slid up to cup the side of Sesshoumaru's jaw, barely a sound except for the soft grunt that vibrated in the back of his throat as he pushed his head back to expose the skin of his throat. An exhale, and it didn't matter that he was struggling against him. Somehow, someway, he was the more powerful one; easily dominating him in the way he touched him to get what he desired. Manipulated like a puppet, and had he been himself, it would have broken the remainder of his spirit.

Charley's fangs sank into him. Easily, deep into that flesh to puncture the artery and let the blood free. It flooded over his lips and deep into his mouth, bitter and familiar and beautiful. The first drink - incredibly warm as it traveled straight to his stomach - made him dizzy, and the second made him crave more.

[lordistic]

Sesshoumaru could hardly believe what was happening to him. No creature had gotten this close to his being in a long time, and to do this - to molest him, to touch him in a way that many have desired to do but none have managed... Well, it was inexcusable. He stiffened at the feel of a tongue on his neck, the lips that followed not helping his anger and humiliation. How dare this thing touch him in this way? How dare it abuse his body - how dare it be stronger, able to hold him down? He hissed, a sharp, soft sound, when the tooth scraped his skin and even with his weak nose he could smell the metallic blood that dripped from the wound.

"You---!" The sound was a bark, but it didn't stop the creature.

The fingers felt dirty on his jaw, the breath on his neck felt hot and stale and disgusting. He shifted again, tried with all his might to move, but the other thing - whatever it was, whoever it was - had a strength that Sesshoumaru could barely fathom. All he wanted to do was shove it away, but with only one arm, and the other weak, trapped against the body of this thing - there was nothing that he could do. He knew what was coming; he had read the fables about creatures of this kind, monsters that dug teeth into skin and drank from your blood, but before... Well, before this he had been stronger than any of their kind.

When the fangs pressed into his flesh, Sesshoumaru froze. It hurt, pain he had not felt for such a long time, brutal and new. He could feel the blood leaving his body, being eaten by this foul thing - but at the same time he gasped, heaved a little; whatever the creature was doing, despite the pain, despite the agony of the humiliation he felt, there was some kind of pleasure. His face wrinkled in a grimace at the thought and he growled, dangerously low.

[likeagoodson]

The blood on his tongue tasted even sweeter the deeper he pressed his fangs down. A distinct flavor, entirely different from-- There was power in it as he drank, old and strange and not so...human. Charley gasped the moment it settled into his stomach, a slight reprieve to the consuming hunger gnawing his senses; he blinked, caught in the motion of sucking down another mouthful. A moment of clarity: this was no person.

Granted, Sesshoumaru felt very much like one, limbs and body pliant beneath his. Comfortable to lean against, easy to get his teeth into. Charley shivered, face pressed into the curve of the other's neck. His logic had returned, only to be washed away by sentiment. A longing and pain he could not suppress; Master had left him to fend for himself, something he'd never had to face before. At least, consciously so. Vampires were a danger to humanity, their bloodlust and appetites frightening, and Charley, despite his best efforts, had become a nightmare to himself.

God would not forgive him for this. He couldn't even begin to consider redemption with Sesshoumaru sounding as if he was in both agony and ecstasy. Master would make those noises every time he... But no, this was not Master, and this was most certainly not right.

"I..."

The vibration of his voice in such a small space did nothing. He could smell the blood, even more potent than before, and Charley dragged himself back. Not looking--he didn't want to look at him, see his face. His fingers curled even tighter into Sesshoumaru's clothes, unconsciously situating him so it exposed more skin. He'd fed enough times to know the best places for blood; the more, the better. But he was almost careful as he pushed his head to the side and bit into the other side of his neck, flattening him to the tree with his body.

[lordistic]

Sesshoumaru knew that his blood, despite being hindered, was still demonic - was that what this human turned beast wanted? He felt the gasp against his skin and growled, shifting his arm again but failing to move from under the beast's grip. If he had his powers he would have torn the beast limb from limb, allowing it's blood to stain the dirty ground below them - as befitted a vile pest such as this. Unfortunatly, he was broken, trapped in his own body but without the benefits of his race. Disgusting.

Sesshoumaru closed his mind off, as though this were a battle he was focussing his all on. He could feel the movements against his skin but his mind was elsewhere, distracting itself from the pleasure-pain that he was feeling as the teeth moved against flesh. The series of events that had led Sesshoumaru to this place - to being here, trapped against wood with a hard body pressed against his own - was something deep in his mind that he was unable to grasp. He couldn't reach for it, like it was hidden, deep inside his mind, but it made him angry.

When the creature moved, Sesshoumaru did too - he tried to shift his arm, tried to move his leg to kick and hurt the beast, but nothing worked. Instead, he felt the bite in the other side of his neck, his body pressed hard and painfully against the tree behind him. He hissed, the pleasure washing over him as strongly as the pain had, but he refused to give into it, doing his best to push his way out of the hold. He refused to admit that the situation was hopeless and that there was nothing he could do to break free - to give up was to die, and Sesshoumaru would never die. He had lived for too long to give into a simple creature like this and the deep bark that came from his mouth was an example.

"Release this Sesshoumaru!"

[likeagoodson]

He could not breathe with the wash of blood down his throat and settling in his stomach. It hurt because he was so starved, but he didn't stop. Couldn't, his body on auto as he swallowed yet another mouthful and licked at the wounds with the tip of his tongue. Perhaps this was why Master always surrendered to him so pliantly; his hands were beginning to throb from squeezing Sesshoumaru so hard to keep him in place. His anxiety had forced a tremble through him, and he was shaking as he drew back once more.

...let him go? That thought did not process completely, maybe even a quarter of what it should have. Charley wasn't sated. He could still feel that shameful burn of hunger, and it was not beginning to ebb in the slightest. And tears were starting to come again, an automatic response as he gripped those clothes even tighter. To the point of ripping.

"I'm sorry." His voice cracked. "I can't..."

Blood dripped over his lips and down his chin, a thick smear when he tried to wipe it away and only tasted more. Just a little-- Charley tore cloth until even more skin was bare; a shoulder. Not a single sound was made as he bit into smooth flesh, through muscle and down so that his mouth was flat against him. When he sucked, it was so sweet he shivered from the satisfaction of it, and his fingers curled into soft hair. Anchoring him down, damning Charley without a word.

[lordistic]

At the feeling of fangs in his neck, Sesshoumaru hissed. He stretched his hand out and he felt his fingers brush against the hilt of one of his swords. He kept stretching, feeling another growl slipping from his throat. He could feel his strength leaving him as the blood left his body; he was more feeble than he had ever been in his life, even as a young demon, and he hated it - and he swore he would get his vengeance. Punishment that this creature deserved for daring to assault Sesshoumaru and suck his precious life blood straight from his body.

Sesshoumaru moved his body, shoving against Charley, and then moved, gripping the hilt of one of his blades. Wrapping his fingers around it tightly, he drew the blade, slashing the creature across his chest and, thankfully, sending him stumbling slightly backwards. Sesshoumaru rose to stand straighter, breathing heavily, before glancing down at the sword in his hands. Tenseiga - hn. The blade would not have cut the creature, but it did the job required of it - it gave Sesshoumaru time to gather himself and work out a plan of some kind.

"You will pay for the damage you have caused this Sesshoumaru," The demon said, his voice cold and angry, deep with rage. He frowned, placing Tenseiga back in his sash, his fingers slipping to Tokijin instead. The blade glowed red for a moment before fading slightly - Sesshoumaru frowned again. It seemed that it wasn't only his demonic powers that had wilted somewhat - he was unable to use the full power of his blades either. Moving forward, he held Tokijin out before him - a warning and a protective measure. He could feel the blood running down the spots on his neck and he was furious.

"Prepare yourself."

[likeagoodson]

All of this was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong--

Charley's eyes were wide as he fell back, clarity returning to him full force. The taste in his mouth was entirely too bitter to be good. His heart was racing furiously in his chest as he stared back at the...man he had just-- He shook his head, wiping at his mouth and pressing his hand to his lips to smother whatever sound would dare to emerge. He couldn't understand what had come over him, why he had snapped so easily. Charley's eyes stung with the pressure of his tears. It hadn't been Master; he'd sinned, had become just like the monsters he killed for the Vatican and in the name of God.

A choked noise, and through those tears, he could see Sesshoumaru preparing to fight. Sword raised, face the epitome of disbelief and rage. Charley did not have anything to defend himself with either; at best, he could keep the other at bay by using his forearm like a shield. It was only metal after all, an intricate design of wire and nothing more, but he would have had no way to repair himself if any actual damage was caused.

Charley took a breath, shaking and unsure. The blood in his system was burning hot, awakening senses and thought processes that had slowly ceased to function. He was ashamed and frightened, unable to do or say anything that would help. Master could not console him--it was his fault to begin with, leaving him without any alternate means than this. Charley thought himself no better than a murderer, a thief; taking what wasn't his and having no explanation to offer.

By the time he managed to collect himself, Charley could only see one option to this...mess. Retreat. Turn and run and not look back at the person he had just defiled. A shake of his head, wiping at his mouth again and seeing the stain of red there-- He said nothing to Sesshoumaru, just lowered his head slightly - as if in some silent apology that could not form on his tongue - before stumbling backward and escaping into the safety of the Caravan.