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.
Slightly hearing the two talk Taiga noticed the boy was young, probably just as young as the others but something seemed different about it almost. Blinking his eyes at the tv as he heard the slight scuffle going on, the words from his father about his child and the slight eye roll he did at. Hearing them moving to the living room Taiga didn’t even look over when his father introduced him as his child, hearing the ‘guest’ say something before sitting down on the couch beside him, his dark eyes finally moving from the tv to look at the boy beside him who asked the question, shrugging his shoulders a bit in response.
Noticing the blood on both of their lips and neck, seeing the still bleeding wound on the boy’s neck made his stomach churn, the hunger hitting him full force but as well as the anger, trying to ignore it as much as he could but knowing he couldn’t. “Something with as much blood on the victim as you it seems.” he said coldly, pulling his eyes to his father then rolling them with a slight grimace before coming back to the tv. “Maybe you both should head to a shower or something before the clothes stain.” he hissed a bit through his teeth, picking up the remote and turning off the tv before banging it down on the table again, moving to stand up again and walking to the kitchen to get himself his own ‘blood’ from the fridge, moving the bottle to the microwave, leaning against the counter.
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.
It was in New York that he came to know Masaki more, meeting again through another mutual acquaintance in both their lives. Seeing Taiga's almost black eyes on him had something going off in Jesse, something he had never felt before. His body becoming hot and agitated by the dhampir's anger. Masaki had never mentioned anything intimate between the two of them, but by the way his child was reacting to his presence, it was more than just a little obvious. Watching the television blindly as the boy flipped through the channels had his already highly intoxicated blood-induced body swimming a bit with nausea and his mind buzzing too rapidly.
Blinking again as the screen instantly turned black and hearing the remote slammed violently on the coffee table, the voice behind the anger echoing in his head and ebbing it's way through his head, the words stinging and leaving him feeling a bit like a cheap blood whore - something he'd felt often over these past years, his hand flailing up to cover the seeping holes in his neck. He had no idea why the hell he cared what this boy thought, he just knew, for some strange reason - he cared. He didn't care about showers or the blood staining his clothes or even the fact that the blood stained him, he cared about the boy stalking to the kitchen looking up at Masaki with a near desperate look in his eyes. He wanted to stand and follow the boy, to run after him, but knew that act wasn't his to do. There was nothing more for to do but sit there feeling alone and helpless.
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.
Bringing Jesse into the room, Masaki instantly knew the error in this endeavor from just the way Jesse moved to sit beside his child on the sofa, he was also aware of the way they both looked after the long foreplay they'd had leaving Masaki feeling hungry and needing of the boy that now seemed to be fawning his attention over Taiga, the beloved child. Standing in the entrance of the living room Masaki watched the way that Jesse interacted with Taiga, bringing a bit of jealousy from within him. Arching his brow a bit at the attitude of his child. The boy had his moments some more extreme than others and this appeared to be one of those extreme instances.
Groaning inwardly at the harsh words from his child, feeling the beautifully bloodied boy blanching more from his past experiences than the actual words for the most part. Masaki stood where he was as his eyes moved from the boy to his precious temperamental child. He loved his child deeply, with every fiber of his being, despite the fact his child would often question his love. His child would be someone always with him, his savior from loneliness and a life of isolation - in many ways Taiga was Masaki's savior without his knowledge. Tilting his head back as the remote slammed against the table, his child moving briskly by him, leaving him to roll his eyes only moments before seeing the desperation in Jesse's lighter colored ones, turning to make his way to the kitchen seeing his child resting against the counter, walking towards him to clasp the end of his soft hair. "Do you really need to be this way now?" he asked in a soft neutral tone with a slight tilt of his head as his eyes caught onto the softness of brown within his fingers.
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.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked looking up into the dark eyes in front of him still seeing the blood shining on his lips and glistening on his skin, his eyes pulling from the marks to look in the direction of the window, watching the braches of the tree hit the window in soft thudding sounds. “You come in here with him acting the way you do so why can’t I act like a brat? At least its more appropriate then what you are doing and the way you look.” shaking his head lightly he licked the remainder of the synthetic blood from his lips, moving from the kitchen and back to his bedroom, slamming the door as plopped back on the bed, letting the tears finally fall from his eyes.
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.
Hearing the words exchanged he could only imagine the way that Masaki was trying to smooth-talk his son into his line of thinking, knowing exactly the way that the vampire worked; the way he always seduced people into his line of thinking or the way that he wanted things to be, biting his lower lip in agitation Jesse had even thought of leaving but knew if he did he would later have Masaki himself to deal with and that was something he certainly didn't look forward to in the least, so instead, he sat where he was feeling that same anguish passing through him and the question of just how the hell he again managed to find himself in this kind of a predicament.
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.
He was aware that Taiga was more than just a little agitated himself and the fact that he and Jesse had entered the house the way they did was perhaps a bit callous, but Masaki made no apologies for who he was or how he behaved. He was who he was, no excuses. Glancing towards the general direction that his child was glancing, he knew the thoughts in the boy's head all too well. "The way I act and whom I am acting with is none of your business, Taiga.." Masaki hissed the words he shouldn't have said but his patience was wearing thin with this nonsense. "Taiga.." Masaki growled the name moving behind his child, stopping short of the living room entry already hearing the bedroom door slamming loudly.
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.
Groaning and tossing the pillow from his bed to hit the wall hard, he knew it didn’t do any damage obviously but it made him feel better more than anything else. Pulling the shirt from over his frame to wipe the tears and the mess of everything else from his face, his mind was racing with thoughts and his body shaking slightly as he pulled the door open and moved from his room, coming back to the kitchen as he looked at both his father and the boy on the couch, giving his father a shooting glare of bitterness before moving over to the boy, looking down at him as his fingers grasped the light colored locks, tilting his head back as his own teeth sunk into the front of his neck, tasting the firey sweetness of his blood along with the hue of his own.
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.
He was not about to be that boy, the one that whored himself out to the father inspite of the obvious feelings coming from the child that was supposed to be so precious to him. He had a divide between himself and his own parents that nearly killed him, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to fix that, despite several futile attempts. He was not about to be the hole in the damn that broke this relationship if there was anything in his power to not be. Blinking at hearing the door open, combining with the look on that beautifully flawless face. Jesse opened his mouth to speak even as the hand jerked at his hair to expose his throat. Crying out at the feel of the fangs tearing at his flesh, the raw emotions ripping through him even as the teeth tore open his skin, his own fingers delving in the thickness as he pulled the body over his own. "Taiga.." Jesse moaned feeling the breath tattering through his lungs as his blood pulsated to the boy's mouth.
"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.."
Shaking his head at hearing the pillow thrust almost violently against the wall, this was not good at all, not good in the least. His child was pulling out all the stops this time, he was not about to go in that room and try to reason with Taiga, the attempt would only manage to piss the boy off all the more, and further upset this boy. "Jesse," he literally groaned the name looking at the door as he heard it torn open. He knew that look all too well, not only from his child but from the boy's mother. Bless her soul and damn it as well as he did. Glaring at Taiga as he had done him, this was nothing new of late - the bitter anger and jealous between them, the near stubborn rivalry. Seeing Taiga grab onto the boy had various emotions catapulting through his body, his eyes watching the sharpened incisors extend and plunge deep into Jesse's throat, and even more the way that Jesse excepted the action pulling Taiga over him with that deep throaty sensual purr of his child's name parting his lips.
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.." Jesse declared through the kiss.
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.
Slightly hearing the two talk Taiga noticed the boy was young, probably just as young as the others but something seemed different about it almost. Blinking his eyes at the tv as he heard the slight scuffle going on, the words from his father about his child and the slight eye roll he did at. Hearing them moving to the living room Taiga didn’t even look over when his father introduced him as his child, hearing the ‘guest’ say something before sitting down on the couch beside him, his dark eyes finally moving from the tv to look at the boy beside him who asked the question, shrugging his shoulders a bit in response.
Noticing the blood on both of their lips and neck, seeing the still bleeding wound on the boy’s neck made his stomach churn, the hunger hitting him full force but as well as the anger, trying to ignore it as much as he could but knowing he couldn’t. “Something with as much blood on the victim as you it seems.” he said coldly, pulling his eyes to his father then rolling them with a slight grimace before coming back to the tv. “Maybe you both should head to a shower or something before the clothes stain.” he hissed a bit through his teeth, picking up the remote and turning off the tv before banging it down on the table again, moving to stand up again and walking to the kitchen to get himself his own ‘blood’ from the fridge, moving the bottle to the microwave, leaning against the counter.
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It was in New York that he came to know Masaki more, meeting again through another mutual acquaintance in both their lives. Seeing Taiga's almost black eyes on him had something going off in Jesse, something he had never felt before. His body becoming hot and agitated by the dhampir's anger. Masaki had never mentioned anything intimate between the two of them, but by the way his child was reacting to his presence, it was more than just a little obvious. Watching the television blindly as the boy flipped through the channels had his already highly intoxicated blood-induced body swimming a bit with nausea and his mind buzzing too rapidly.
Blinking again as the screen instantly turned black and hearing the remote slammed violently on the coffee table, the voice behind the anger echoing in his head and ebbing it's way through his head, the words stinging and leaving him feeling a bit like a cheap blood whore - something he'd felt often over these past years, his hand flailing up to cover the seeping holes in his neck. He had no idea why the hell he cared what this boy thought, he just knew, for some strange reason - he cared. He didn't care about showers or the blood staining his clothes or even the fact that the blood stained him, he cared about the boy stalking to the kitchen looking up at Masaki with a near desperate look in his eyes. He wanted to stand and follow the boy, to run after him, but knew that act wasn't his to do. There was nothing more for to do but sit there feeling alone and helpless.
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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.
Bringing Jesse into the room, Masaki instantly knew the error in this endeavor from just the way Jesse moved to sit beside his child on the sofa, he was also aware of the way they both looked after the long foreplay they'd had leaving Masaki feeling hungry and needing of the boy that now seemed to be fawning his attention over Taiga, the beloved child. Standing in the entrance of the living room Masaki watched the way that Jesse interacted with Taiga, bringing a bit of jealousy from within him. Arching his brow a bit at the attitude of his child. The boy had his moments some more extreme than others and this appeared to be one of those extreme instances.
Groaning inwardly at the harsh words from his child, feeling the beautifully bloodied boy blanching more from his past experiences than the actual words for the most part. Masaki stood where he was as his eyes moved from the boy to his precious temperamental child. He loved his child deeply, with every fiber of his being, despite the fact his child would often question his love. His child would be someone always with him, his savior from loneliness and a life of isolation - in many ways Taiga was Masaki's savior without his knowledge. Tilting his head back as the remote slammed against the table, his child moving briskly by him, leaving him to roll his eyes only moments before seeing the desperation in Jesse's lighter colored ones, turning to make his way to the kitchen seeing his child resting against the counter, walking towards him to clasp the end of his soft hair. "Do you really need to be this way now?" he asked in a soft neutral tone with a slight tilt of his head as his eyes caught onto the softness of brown within his fingers.
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“Why wouldn’t I be?” he asked looking up into the dark eyes in front of him still seeing the blood shining on his lips and glistening on his skin, his eyes pulling from the marks to look in the direction of the window, watching the braches of the tree hit the window in soft thudding sounds. “You come in here with him acting the way you do so why can’t I act like a brat? At least its more appropriate then what you are doing and the way you look.” shaking his head lightly he licked the remainder of the synthetic blood from his lips, moving from the kitchen and back to his bedroom, slamming the door as plopped back on the bed, letting the tears finally fall from his eyes.
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Hearing the words exchanged he could only imagine the way that Masaki was trying to smooth-talk his son into his line of thinking, knowing exactly the way that the vampire worked; the way he always seduced people into his line of thinking or the way that he wanted things to be, biting his lower lip in agitation Jesse had even thought of leaving but knew if he did he would later have Masaki himself to deal with and that was something he certainly didn't look forward to in the least, so instead, he sat where he was feeling that same anguish passing through him and the question of just how the hell he again managed to find himself in this kind of a predicament.
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He was aware that Taiga was more than just a little agitated himself and the fact that he and Jesse had entered the house the way they did was perhaps a bit callous, but Masaki made no apologies for who he was or how he behaved. He was who he was, no excuses. Glancing towards the general direction that his child was glancing, he knew the thoughts in the boy's head all too well. "The way I act and whom I am acting with is none of your business, Taiga.." Masaki hissed the words he shouldn't have said but his patience was wearing thin with this nonsense. "Taiga.." Masaki growled the name moving behind his child, stopping short of the living room entry already hearing the bedroom door slamming loudly.
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Groaning and tossing the pillow from his bed to hit the wall hard, he knew it didn’t do any damage obviously but it made him feel better more than anything else. Pulling the shirt from over his frame to wipe the tears and the mess of everything else from his face, his mind was racing with thoughts and his body shaking slightly as he pulled the door open and moved from his room, coming back to the kitchen as he looked at both his father and the boy on the couch, giving his father a shooting glare of bitterness before moving over to the boy, looking down at him as his fingers grasped the light colored locks, tilting his head back as his own teeth sunk into the front of his neck, tasting the firey sweetness of his blood along with the hue of his own.
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He was not about to be that boy, the one that whored himself out to the father inspite of the obvious feelings coming from the child that was supposed to be so precious to him. He had a divide between himself and his own parents that nearly killed him, and there was absolutely nothing he could do to fix that, despite several futile attempts. He was not about to be the hole in the damn that broke this relationship if there was anything in his power to not be. Blinking at hearing the door open, combining with the look on that beautifully flawless face. Jesse opened his mouth to speak even as the hand jerked at his hair to expose his throat. Crying out at the feel of the fangs tearing at his flesh, the raw emotions ripping through him even as the teeth tore open his skin, his own fingers delving in the thickness as he pulled the body over his own. "Taiga.." Jesse moaned feeling the breath tattering through his lungs as his blood pulsated to the boy's mouth.
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Shaking his head at hearing the pillow thrust almost violently against the wall, this was not good at all, not good in the least. His child was pulling out all the stops this time, he was not about to go in that room and try to reason with Taiga, the attempt would only manage to piss the boy off all the more, and further upset this boy. "Jesse," he literally groaned the name looking at the door as he heard it torn open. He knew that look all too well, not only from his child but from the boy's mother. Bless her soul and damn it as well as he did. Glaring at Taiga as he had done him, this was nothing new of late - the bitter anger and jealous between them, the near stubborn rivalry. Seeing Taiga grab onto the boy had various emotions catapulting through his body, his eyes watching the sharpened incisors extend and plunge deep into Jesse's throat, and even more the way that Jesse excepted the action pulling Taiga over him with that deep throaty sensual purr of his child's name parting his lips.
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