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.
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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