Hearing the stumbling and sounds of the voices coming from the foyer area of the house Taiga didn’t turn to even look around where he was slumped down on the couch watching tv like he usually was while waiting on his father to get home. He had no idea why he waited or why he even cared to see the trash he brought into the house and in his bed that used to be the place only he was allowed or at least from the time he could remember until a few months ago. Tossing the remote on the glass table, the dhampir could care less if it shared right in front of him, looking as it just hit hard before turning his focus back to the tv playing some mindless horror film of people getting stabbed and gutted like fishes
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Blinking at the harshness of Masaki's son, his body immediately blanching back from nothing more than sheer instinct of years of abuse. Swallowing hard, he had come to the terms that he probably wasn't on his best looking as far as appearances and all or maybe it was the direct opposite to a dhampir such as Masaki's son. Taiga. Masaki had told him the boy's name before in previous late night conversations, not that Jesse was really one for talking about himself all that much to anyone but for a very chosen few, Masaki already knew most of the shit in his past by being acquainted to Kenny and the time he had spent in California some years back and coincidentally the same time that Kenny had claimed him although he had barely known Masaki back then
( ... )
Masaki had mentioned his child to Jesse previously when they would talk during their times together, he cared enough about Jesse to let him know about certain aspects of his life that he didn't share with some of the others that he merely drew blood from. Jesse was different; the boy was intense and hypnotizing in ways that he had rarely ever seen in any human being, but then again he also knew that Jesse was no mere human being. He was born into a distinct line of mortals, him being a direct descendant of the Lewis blood line. The witches. Blood. Intoxicating, incomparable blood line. The Lewis blood line was known by most in his species as not only indiscriminate but dangerous
( ... )
Taking a large gulp from the deep crimson in the bottle as tried to let the fake blood settle his nerves and stomach, knowing it wouldn’t really help at all and he needed actual blood but right now with the way things were going the thought of going out to get blood was a bit out of the question. Shaking his head lightly at his fathers words that he knew he was trying to soothe him he knew better then to fall to the soft touches and the gentle words once again, he was tired of it. Tossing the empty bottle in the sink, hearing the clanging he closed his eyes, pulling back from his father to rest against the counter in front of him, sighing deeply
( ... )
From where he was sitting Jesse could easily hear the ruckus going on within the short distance, rolling his eyes and sighing softly in the awkward moment having no idea that even if Masaki's son was home that it would lead to this or even to the instantaneous thoughts about the son that sprang into his head regarding Taiga. He had never met anyone his own age that even came close to catching his attention much less that he actually wanted to get to know or gives two shits less about their thoughts as far as what he was. Drifting his eyes to the remote that rested on the table, he restrained from reaching over to touch it where the boy's fingertips had also rested, sighing again as his back sank against the sofa
( ... )
Feeling the aggravation from the words of his child and the major annoyance of the night plans ruined. He knew they were ruined, and even if Jesse, by some slight chance, was still sitting in the living room all or any romantic ventures had been blown to hell in a hand basket. There was no reason to argue with Taiga about the matter either, the boy was far too much like his mother to think to protest this in any way right now with the iron still being this hot, of course there was the option of beating some sense into the child but sure as hell not with Jesse just the slight few feet away and well within ear range. Arching a brow at the snotty answer that he was expecting, and had received, not giving his child the ammo of the answer back
( ... )
Rolling his eyes in the darkness of the room, feeling the tears flowing down his cheeks he felt his body stiff and rigid against the bed, wanting nothing more in the moment to sink his teeth deep into someone and try to forget the pain, let the blood flow down his throat and try to soothe him in ways that nothing else could. Blinking at the tears he no longer cared what the two of them did, he would turn his music up loud and drown out whatever sounds, he did it for years and it was nothing new at all. Maybe he should fight back on this one though he thought, though he wanted to just lay there and cry and perhaps sleep there was something in his mind and gut telling him to go back out there
( ... )
Seeing Masaki sitting himself on the sofa with him was no where near what Jesse had on his mind for the something the elder vampire should do. Rolling his eyes a bit more looking over his shoulder to the closed bedroom door, he could feel the anger and utter frustration illuminating from the room behind the door. "That's what you intend to do?" Jesse asked, his own voice seething with the frustration that he was feeling pooling from within himself, not at all sure just why it was that the dhampir had managed to get to him in such a weird manner that no one ever had before. "You are going to sit here with me when your son is tearing himself apart inside?" the ghoul asked jerking his hand from Masaki's when he attempted to grasp it again. "Your main concern is behind that closed door not here on this sofa, go to your son." Jesse added hearing what he could best assess as a pillow hitting the wall, letting out a saddened groan from his parted lips
( ... )
"There's no talking to him when he's this way.." Masaki started to say more about the temperament of his precious child as he extended his hand to take a hold of Jesse's in attempt to calm him, since there was no way to do so with Taiga with him being in this sort of riled up mood, seeing the fire of anger flashing in the eyes across from him and pretty much thinking he was beyond fucked on this night, or not fucked at all judging from the reaction of the boy with him. "Jesse, there's nothing to do with him in this mood.." the vampire added, sighing heavily "..and there's n since in getting yourself this upset. It's not going to help him or you." he tried reasoning but could easily detect that he was quickly losing this battle just from the way that Jesse retracted his hand as if he were offering him poisoning. "Jesse, I know my child better than anyone. You need to just relax and
( ... )
Tasting the sweet copper tang he could easily tell why his father was a bit addicted to this boy’s taste, it was unique something different, human but not, not intoxicating like fae nor bitter like some other species, it was filling without the extra consequences. Moaning deeply as he took a bit more before pulling back, licking over the mark as well as his own lips he could feel the sated feeling in his stomach, his eyes still eyeing the mixed beauty of the boy in front of him, knowing his father did have great taste no matter how pissed he was at him at the moment. “Sorry.” he spoke outright, knowing he shouldn’t have been rude to him, it was his father who deserved the punishment and harsh words after all, this shit got old really quick as well as his neglect but he Taiga tried and tried to push it back, but this was not one of those times.
Watching the interaction between his child and lover had mixed emotions filling Masaki at a rapid pace. He and Jesse had talked a few weeks ago, the rules had been set and he was already breaking them, but he knew the way that Jesse was even from as far back as the first meeting in San Francisco when the ghoul belonged to the mad Chinese vampire. Jesse was not one to be easily snared or entrapped by anyone or anything, and just when one thought they had him, he changed the rules. Blinking at hearing his beautiful child apologizing to the boy sensing his thoughts and feelings. The shit was getting old, all too fast. Standing from the sofa, his eyes glaring at Taiga momentarily then gazing back at Jesse, "We will discuss this later. Remember your place, Jesse." the vampire growled the words retreating to his own bedroom, closing the door quietly.
Swallowing hard against the consuming pain, his fingers digging deeply into the cloth that covered the dhampir's body, the cloth that Jesse desperately wished was gone only to leave his flesh pressed to his own even when knowing that Masaki was more than just a little pissed, but thinking the up-tight older one should just sit back and enjoy the view. Giving a moan of protest at feeling the "child" pulling away from him, blinking as their eyes met. Taiga's dark eyes were glorious. The one word spoken floated around him, "It's okay." Jesse replied knowing he wasn't talking about the bite but his behavior earlier. "I ... shouldn't be here ... like this ... I am the one whose sorry, Taiga." Jesse answered feeling the tension but understanding his part in it all, obviously Masaki forgot to mention to the child that he had a ... whore. "I..." Jesse opened his mouth to say more feeling Masaki moving from the sofa, hearing the words that froze his blood followed by the door closing behind them. "..and, just where is my place?"
Rolling his eyes at his father’s words he wanted to punch him straight in the face sometimes. It was hard not to, thinking back on how many times he came close but couldn’t bring himself to it after. “It’s not with him if you don’t want it to be.” Taiga spoke to the other knowing his father had no place to keep him there with him or to him, the boy should be free to choose what he wanted. Tasting the blood had too many emotions pounding into his head, he felt Jesse’s sadness as well as some of the mixed flavors, seeing already that things for him and with him were different, already feeling bad for the way he treated him earlier. Biting his lips he looked over the marks on his neck, his hand moving over the skin there as his lips came to plant a small kiss on the full lips, not sure what was pulling his body in that direction but knowing he hadn’t a choice in the matter as his body moved over the larger frame, his arms wrapping around his neck.
Jesse couldn't even begin to explain the feelings that already seemed lodged within him for the boy he had literally only met minutes ago. He didn't try to explain them in his head but more just let them be there. Smiling at Taiga's words, knowing exactly what they meant, making his heart beat a little happier. He didn't have to be with Masaki if he didn't want to be, fuck some silly 'pact' made in a moment of blood lust. "I know. Thank you." Jesse spoke softly, shivering a bit from just looking so deeply into the intense dark brown eyes and knowing that the boy could see so much deeper into his own, wanting to know every even minute detail of this boy with him. "It's alright, Tai-Chan.." Jesse half whispered the words seeing the orbs looking at the marks he'd left, feeling suddenly guilty for his own appearance as well as behavior. Blinking at seeing the lips coming to his own, so many thoughts making way through his head as they touched his own, the soft moan coming from his throat as his body moved back. "I want to be with you.."
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Taiga could feel his heart beating hard against his chest, moving on the couch as he situated himself under the larger frame of the boy, looking up at him and taking in his beauty as he heard the words that made his chest tighten, his lips pulling away to look at him even more. He wasn’t sure how to respond when just moments ago he wanted nothing to do with him, but after tasting the blood and his kiss it changed dramatically. Of course there was the lust from the letting of the blood and the last time he had real blood instead of the fake shit to count in as well but it truly was different. Pulling Jesse more over his smaller frame his eyes closed tight for a moment, his lips coming to plant small kisses over his neck again, his hands clinging to his shirt to move it up his back, no longer caring.
Jesse was all too aware that this was levels of wrong, it was wrong to do not only to Taiga but to Masaki, but he knew his place, and knew what or who he wanted and wasn't about to let anyone tell him what or who he could or couldn't do, Kenny didn't even have that privilege so there was no way that he was going to find himself in that trap again with another vampire. Moving over Taiga on the sofa gave Jesse a feeling he had never felt before, something so strange fluttering inside him letting his head arch back to allow Taiga more of what he needed. "Take more, Tai-Chan.." he nearly pleaded not caring one bit that Masaki could hear and feel what they was doing, although the thought had passed his mind of Taiga's bedroom. "Do you want to go to your room?" he asked looking down at the beautiful boy wanting him to feel as good as he was right now.
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