~Ficbit: Give me Strength~
"I can't change what's come before
Build myself some better dreams
And cast off the fear that holds me hear"
Something was inherently sensual about that form that lay across the bed, awashed in slumber just before the hour of dawn that would blossom across the sky very shortly and paint the sky in colours that were simply luminous. Hyuga had watched Sigurd sleep with eyes that were fondly vigilant and ever watchful, filled with love that he couldn't exactly put a price on, this was of course a product of years upon years in which time had passed quickly, each lifetime giving into the next lifetime. He drew the silk sheets up against Sigurd's back and then got up from the bed not because he wanted to, oh if he had the choice he would of stayed in that bed forever, lingered next to Sigurd's body and offered pleasure whenever the call of erotic delights sounded however the option was not his and had been taken out of his hands. The sun would rise soon and then he would have to take himself off to a seperate room to linger and rest until the unforgiving sun set on another day.
His heart always was left with that form. He brushed the locks of silver hair off of Sigurd's brow and pressed kisses against shoulders. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the little marks where he had taken his substinance and while he knew that it had caused Sigurd a bit of discomfort, he had tried to give Sigurd an equal ammount of pleasure to make up for it.
He had made sure to know each curve of that body intimately until he had Sigurd panting and wanting for more, and only then... only with his hand around Sigurd's cock and buried deep inside Sigurd did he allow himself that taste at the peak of orgasm. Because when Sigurd's body was at the pinnacle of euphoria, that was when the blood was the sweetest.. and he could feel the love coursing through Sigurd's body, a testament to their love for each other.
Hyuga was always amazed, each time he thought that Sigurd would react the worst to the knowledge of what he was, and yet each time he told him.. it was almost instantaneous the arms that wrapped around him and the neck that was bared to him willingly. The surest of heavens offered to him and where he could lose himself so completely and willingly. However he had refused to just take, he had to give some part of himself to Sigurd, and so it was always him that offered that slice of pleasure, a trembling sigh that was like music from his lips. Eventually he ended up the slave to Sigurd. But that was willing and even he knew that, there was nothing that he would of not given to his adored one, the shining ray of light in an other-wise bleak eternity.
Never was Hyuga quite sure if he deserved those arms offered to him, especially when he tallied up the numerous sins that he bore through each of Sigurd's lifetimes. Most of his sins before Sigurd always were the greatest because he could never forgive himself for them because he had not that light there to hold him and tell him that he was no great sinner. Kisses were salvation and through those eyes he saw the day, and while he could never truly achieve humanity again, he was more conscious of it in others when Sigurd was by his side.
When Sigurd was alive, he was much more inclined to let the life linger in the bodies of his victims. Perhaps because on every one of his victim's faces, he saw those blue eyes full of life and so he would always still his lapping tongue for consideration, he would take enough to sate his hunger usually though he would always come home to Sigurd's arms to push himself just over pleasure.
Curled up by Sigurd's side afterwards, he would place soft kisses anywhere that they would drop and sigh softly as he felt Sigurd's body slacken. Dreaming of the time when they had been mortal together, he knew that he had no business asking for what could never be re-attained, it did not stop him from thinking of cold winter days beside the fireplace where they were twined only in each other's bodies, their first kisses sweet like the sunlight that rained down on them and the world of possibility that had opened up before them long before the kiss of death had claimed him.
Hyuga hoped desperately that Sigurd adored moonlight, the fleeting ethereal promise of such.. for that in essence was all that he could offer him. Sunlight was far beyond his power and in his own rationale, he knew that Sigurd deserved quite a bit more, deserved a full and happy life which he felt at times he was unable to give. Perhaps as well he could count himself lucky that Sigurd -wanted- the life that he offered, though while it was not much.. Hyuga made sure that when Sigurd was in his life, he gave him every single pulsing iota of his being.
Build myself some better dreams
And cast off the fear that holds me hear"
Something was inherently sensual about that form that lay across the bed, awashed in slumber just before the hour of dawn that would blossom across the sky very shortly and paint the sky in colours that were simply luminous. Hyuga had watched Sigurd sleep with eyes that were fondly vigilant and ever watchful, filled with love that he couldn't exactly put a price on, this was of course a product of years upon years in which time had passed quickly, each lifetime giving into the next lifetime. He drew the silk sheets up against Sigurd's back and then got up from the bed not because he wanted to, oh if he had the choice he would of stayed in that bed forever, lingered next to Sigurd's body and offered pleasure whenever the call of erotic delights sounded however the option was not his and had been taken out of his hands. The sun would rise soon and then he would have to take himself off to a seperate room to linger and rest until the unforgiving sun set on another day.
His heart always was left with that form. He brushed the locks of silver hair off of Sigurd's brow and pressed kisses against shoulders. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the little marks where he had taken his substinance and while he knew that it had caused Sigurd a bit of discomfort, he had tried to give Sigurd an equal ammount of pleasure to make up for it.
He had made sure to know each curve of that body intimately until he had Sigurd panting and wanting for more, and only then... only with his hand around Sigurd's cock and buried deep inside Sigurd did he allow himself that taste at the peak of orgasm. Because when Sigurd's body was at the pinnacle of euphoria, that was when the blood was the sweetest.. and he could feel the love coursing through Sigurd's body, a testament to their love for each other.
Hyuga was always amazed, each time he thought that Sigurd would react the worst to the knowledge of what he was, and yet each time he told him.. it was almost instantaneous the arms that wrapped around him and the neck that was bared to him willingly. The surest of heavens offered to him and where he could lose himself so completely and willingly. However he had refused to just take, he had to give some part of himself to Sigurd, and so it was always him that offered that slice of pleasure, a trembling sigh that was like music from his lips. Eventually he ended up the slave to Sigurd. But that was willing and even he knew that, there was nothing that he would of not given to his adored one, the shining ray of light in an other-wise bleak eternity.
Never was Hyuga quite sure if he deserved those arms offered to him, especially when he tallied up the numerous sins that he bore through each of Sigurd's lifetimes. Most of his sins before Sigurd always were the greatest because he could never forgive himself for them because he had not that light there to hold him and tell him that he was no great sinner. Kisses were salvation and through those eyes he saw the day, and while he could never truly achieve humanity again, he was more conscious of it in others when Sigurd was by his side.
When Sigurd was alive, he was much more inclined to let the life linger in the bodies of his victims. Perhaps because on every one of his victim's faces, he saw those blue eyes full of life and so he would always still his lapping tongue for consideration, he would take enough to sate his hunger usually though he would always come home to Sigurd's arms to push himself just over pleasure.
Curled up by Sigurd's side afterwards, he would place soft kisses anywhere that they would drop and sigh softly as he felt Sigurd's body slacken. Dreaming of the time when they had been mortal together, he knew that he had no business asking for what could never be re-attained, it did not stop him from thinking of cold winter days beside the fireplace where they were twined only in each other's bodies, their first kisses sweet like the sunlight that rained down on them and the world of possibility that had opened up before them long before the kiss of death had claimed him.
Hyuga hoped desperately that Sigurd adored moonlight, the fleeting ethereal promise of such.. for that in essence was all that he could offer him. Sunlight was far beyond his power and in his own rationale, he knew that Sigurd deserved quite a bit more, deserved a full and happy life which he felt at times he was unable to give. Perhaps as well he could count himself lucky that Sigurd -wanted- the life that he offered, though while it was not much.. Hyuga made sure that when Sigurd was in his life, he gave him every single pulsing iota of his being.