37. Where the hell am I? Part 2- St Patrick's Day Edition
[[All words are scribbled and wobbly due to Dwayne being drunk and hungover]]
*bleary blink, twitch, glances around groggily*
Wha-? Green stuff? Am... greenhouse?
*blinks again*
Paul?
PAuL?
[[Private, 40% hackable due to drunkeness, smallest words are only hackable to Paul if he tries]]
*depressed sigh* He left me. I know he did. Why else am I here ( Read more... )
*bleary blink, twitch, glances around groggily*
Wha-? Green stuff? Am... greenhouse?
*blinks again*
Paul?
PAuL?
[[Private, 40% hackable due to drunkeness, smallest words are only hackable to Paul if he tries]]
*depressed sigh* He left me. I know he did. Why else am I here ( Read more... )
*checks wand again, jerking one of the thorny vines away from him and dropping it, glaring at it spitefully before glancing down at the scratches sprinkled across his chest, he shakes his head and edges away from the plant further when it seems to inch toward him a bit, but that could have just been his dizziness, either way, he edged away from it much further, walking wide around it before reclaiming his previous path*
*sniffs the air and perks up, smelling Dwayne nearby, he follows both the scent of his friend as well as the wand's direction at a bit quicker of a pace, but still very unsteady on his feet, ignoring the odd pain from the small cuts in favor of finding his friend*
"Now if only..."
*spots Dwayne, sprawled in a small clearing just ahead, bites back a growl and stalks the rest of the way over to him, bracing himself with one hand on the tree near him as a wave of dizziness disorients him a bit, but he shakes it off, nudging Dwayne with his foot even as he looks him over, worried he may have been hurt or something*
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G'way. Wanna s'eep.
*nose crinkles*
*scratches at bare stomach absently and accidentally draws blood, murmurs plaintively but is too tired to open eyes, sniffles and ponders that he smells Paul*
Pa'l? Wh- I though' you hated me....
*is still too tipsy to censor himself or care overly much*
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*watches with bemusement as Dwayne crinkles his nose and sniffs the air while scratching his stomach, tenses at the slight scent of blood, breath catching for a moment as he forces himself to sit back from Dwayne for a moment*
Goddamnit... *sigh* NO, I don't. I never did and couldn't... *pained sound* I was just... Avoiding you...
*edges closer to Dwayne, forcing himself to deal with his bloodlust for the moment, fighting it as he hugs his friend tight* I swear sometimes you are as stupid as me... *huff, pulls back, looks Dwayne over* What the hell did you drink?! ... I've never managed to be this fucked up... *ponders* Well... Maybe that one time in L.A., but that was different... *sits back ever so slightly, closing his eyes and shaking his head at a wave of dizziness* Uugh... Why did you have to pick a day I'd be hungover to make me track you down? *snickers and blinks down at him*
*sighs, reaches down, trailing his fingertips through the droplets of blood Dwayne drew, very lightly trailing his own sharp claws over the marks, before raising his hand to his lips and licking the blood off*
*sighs* You're making this all the more diffacult you know... But sometimes... *doesn't even know why he's babbling, but he's sure it has something to do with the fact he's resisting taking more blood from Dwayne... Not even as irritated as he is at him will he risk doing so right now. He's afraid he'd take too much. It's also why he's so afraid to do what David asked. Why he'd been avoiding Dwayne... It was all too tempting, but he didn't want to hurt him like that... But maybe... just a little..? He staggered back from Dwayne, growling quietly at himself. No, no, NO... He wouldn't*
... Come on... Please... We need to get you back to the castle, you can rest there. Where I know you'll be safe... *his voice is tight as he fights with himself, just wanting to drag Dwayne back to the castle, and trying to ignore the little voice telling him it would be easier to just carry him there after drinking from him... It's driving him a bit crazy, but the possible dangers of the forest as well as the growing daylight (though he knows it still won't hurt him) are enough to keep him on track for now... Though only just*
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But you've been avoiding me, 'nd David hasn't sen' a reply b'ck. N'ther has Marko. The' hate me. So do you
*in drunken stupor doesn't see the need to hide certain emotions, eyes start watering as all the stress he's been feeling catches up to him*
*scrambles for something to latch on to, perks at Paul's question, even manages to sound somewhat sober*
Irish Whiskey, Fire Whiskey, s'rooms, gr'n stuff, Rum, Guiness... *trails off* Can't 'member what else.
*broods a bit and doesn't pay attention to Paul until he feels fingers trail over his stomach, moans quietly and arches up on instinct, eyes focus and sharpen on Paul, notices his strain at the blood, starts to sober up, grows serious*
Drink. You been starvin' yourself. Don't.
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I do not.
*Leans back down, not bothering to brush his hair out of his face as he snags a hold of Dwayne's hair, pulling sharply before letting up, but not releasing his hold*
I don't hate you. Marko sure as hell doesn't hate you, and David's probably just pissed off at you. He's not used to you making these fucked up mistakes, that's MY job. *bitter/pained look, mostly hidden by his hair* I'm supposed to be the one that always fucks up...
I just don't think he knows how to deal with it quite yet... *deep sigh* And they probably didn't write back because they were checking on some things I was worried about... I just hope they are careful.
*notices Dwayne's emotional state, shoves his own very similar emotions aside and glances away for a moment*
*vaguely bemused, his tone indicates this even though he is fighting to keep rather... blank... not wanting to cry or yell and somehow... somehow managing*
Huh, yah... Sounds like a few of my worse nights... Guinness... I stuck strictly to beer last night...
I fuckin' hate beer...
... I was wanting you to show up, you know... But you didn't... I was worried you might have left, but I was too drunk at that point to stagger down the stairs. I tried. *shrugs*
*sighs, smiles in slight enjoyment of the sounds Dwayne made when he trailed his fingers across his stomach, but freezes at Dwayne's words, not moving at all for a few seconds as he considers his words. Trembling slightly after a moment or two*
You haven't been paying attention... No one has.
*shakes his head*
I can't. Won't. *pained whine* I haven't for... A while...
*choked sigh*
I don't want to hurt you... Not like that...
*is however quickly running out of the energy to fight it, and after all, it was what David wanted... had told him to do... And he could likely pull back in time. Though he knew it would likely be entirely up to him, Dwayne probably wouldn't fight him on it, and that actually scared him more than anything, shivering as much with fear as bloodlust, he leaned close to Dwayne, brushing his hair aside lightly, running his fingers though his hair and very lightly nuzzling the side of his jaw*
... But... If you are sure... *whine* I...
*He doesn't trust himself at all, But... He'll be able to stop in time, he makes himself believe it because to do otherwise would break him, kill some part of himself... He brushes aside that uncertainty, trying to do the same with the fear, but not quite succeeding as he wraps his arms around Dwayne, pulling his friend firmly against him, sharing what shred of warmth he has left even as he gives in, shifting and biting deeply into Dwayne's throat, whines loudly, a mix of pleasure, pain, and sadness, as he gets the first taste of his friend's blood... The first taste of blood he's had in far longer than he should have, far longer than he ever had before, he tightens his grip on Dwayne even more, sharp nails digging deep into his back, holding him very close as he drinks deeply, momentarily loosing himself in the coppery sweet flavor, still tinged with the traces of alcohol and the other substances his friend had 'enjoyed' the night before. He shudders in pleasure, the sweet coppery flavor reminding him of everything good about life, but it's the richness, the power, so much more than his own, the flavor of family... Of pack, that reminds him of himself... Lets him loosen his grip, holding his friend tightly, but not painfully, more lightly trailing his sharp nails across his back, stopping himself before he bites too deeply, like he had been working up to, now more carefully drinking from Dwayne, and trying to make it feel nice, moving one hand up, brushing his fingers through Dwayne's hair in apology for the pain of before... But he doesn't let up, still drinking, occasionally pausing to lick lightly at the messy bite marks, but waiting... Even though he doesn't want to, knowing how much it hurts to be drained to the point he's working up to, but also knowing they would both be in more trouble, more pain, if David found out he had not done as told. He is sure he will be able to do it right, though it still pains him to do, He whines quietly*
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I've fucked up my fair share of times. How do you think I wound up turned in the first place? Or why I have so many scars?
*slightly depressed sigh*
You're not a fuck up, Paul. You're a young vampire who was turned at a young age. David should fucking remember what it's like.
*brings hand up and runs claws lightly down Paul's arm* I didn't come by earlier because I thought you were avoiding me 'cause of what I did.... I didn't think you wanted to see me. I'm paying attention now. *glares slightly* Do it and get it over with before you have a breakdown.
*inhales sharply as his friend bites into his neck, eyes narrow in pain but otherwise he stays still and gladly accepts the pain, gasps and whines in the back of his throat, arches body against Paul's invitingly and digs claws into Paul's flesh, moans despite the pain, finally feels the pack connection after several days of depression, revels in it despite what he suspects Paul do*
*pants breathily and whines quietly, arches neck back even more and glares at Paul pointedly, can't speak through the sensations*
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I never wondered how you were turned... I'm just glad you were, it's not a fuck up if it works out in the end...
*nips sharply at the bite after Dwayne's mention of his various scars*
*sighs against Dwayne's neck* Yes I am... But I know I am, and I'm okay with that... Someday I will learn, as you have and David did... It bemuses me to see even Marko's expression of amused knowing regret when I make mistakes... Ones you have all made... *quiet amused sound, slightly sad* I'll learn after I've had my fun...
*purrs quietly when Dwayne trails his claws along his arm, licking firmly over the puncture wounds in his friend's throat before carefully pressing his fangs back to the wounds, knowing even as he does that Dwayne is likely glaring at him, so he bites down just a little harder, moving so he is straddling his friend's lap, purring and rubbing against him, one hand still tangled in Dwayne's hair, occasionally pulling, trailing his sharp nails over his side, while still drinking from him, whining quietly from time to time in spite of his own enjoyment*
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*digs nails deeply into Paul when he climbs into his lap, weakly bucks up against him, whimpers and kneads Paul's thighs roughly, enjoys the hand in his hair even as the pain increased steadily as the blood left him*
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*shrugs slightly at Dwayne's murmuring, petting his hair lightly between light tugs*
*makes a quiet pleased sound at Dwayne's hands on his thighs, pulls back ever so slightly, licking at the bite, hoping it will hurt slightly less if he doesn't keep his fangs in the wounds, instead only nipping when the wounds start bleeding less, renewing the blood flow, and lapping it up, rather like a cat with a dish of cream, occasionally biting down again when he forgets himself, but quickly pulling back. He knows, remembers all to well how uncomfortable and painful this is, knows his small attempts likely won't help much, but trying all the same*
*whines and purrs at the very slight subtle change in the flavor of Dwayne's blood, arching against him and tensing slightly with worry, even as something tells him that this is as it should be, the instinct puzzles him briefly, but he listens to it, pausing to do so, letting a few drops of Dwayne's blood spill onto the forest floor as he does before leaning back down, now much more carefully drinking, small sips, not wanting to take too much, but also now knowing that if he does, so long as it isn't much too much, he can fix it by sharing a very small amount of his own blood with Dwayne... But also knowing that David would be very displeased if he did so*
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Pl-ease....
*isn't sure what he's pleading for, clenches eyes shut and grinds teeth against the feel of his blood being drawn out, feels himself getting weaker and weaker, even as he knows with great relief that the pack bond was being strengthened back to what it was, feels Paul's confusion and would have laughed if he could*
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Just the slightest bit more... It'll be ok... *leans down, nuzzling the side of Dwayne's neck lightly, nipping the wounds to renew them and licking across them, much of this was at least slightly confusing to him, but he would likely make sense of it later, he smirked against Dwayne's neck, though, his clear enjoyment of something so painful at least made sense to Paul, even if Dwayne seemed slightly caught off guard by it*
So good... *purrs and licks firmly across the wound a final time, pulling back ever so slightly to let the wound stop bleeding, only occasionally licking at it very lightly, grinding against Dwayne as he did... Now that he was feeling a bit better, he at least could think up a few things he wanted to do... But he doubted Dwayne would be too overly interested at the moment, he was probably pretty weak and dizzy... Paul made a quiet amused noise, remembering how when David did this to him, he always felt like a drunk kitten for a few days, and it got worse if he wasn't allowed to feed... He made a thoughtful noise at that though, David hadn't said anything about that... It was pretty standard that he wouldn't let them for a least two nights... But... He hadn't been told he had to enforce any such thing... He pondered this and wondered at exactly how much trouble he would get into if he 'broke' it, letting go finally of Dwayne's wrists, rubbing them lightly as he did, moving one hand up to lightly brush his fingers through Dwayne's hair*
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*dimly registers Paul nuzzling him and speaking, but can't understand the words, tries struggling away but only succeeds in tiring himself out from the effort, pants and whines*
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Shhhh...
*runs his fingers through Dwayne's hair in an attempt to calm him, leans back down to lick soothingly over the now very slowly healing puncture wounds, they had pretty much only stopped bleeding at this point, Paul groans and arches against Dwayne fully, sure to hold him in place, even as he runs his hands down along his body, trailing his sharp claws lightly across his chest and stomach, purring as he did before reversing the motion and trailing them back up*
... It's ok... It's over and done... *nuzzles and licks along Dwayne's jaw, lightly pressing a kiss to his lips* Now all that's left is to get you back to the castle to sleep safely wrapped in silk sheets next to me... *quiet groan, wonders if after all this he still has the will left not to take unfair advantage of his pack brother while he is in such a state, he shifts his weight slightly, adjusting in hopes of finding a more comfortable position, instead just finding a more 'interesting' one, he sighs quietly in a strained way, biting his bottom lip sharply and nearly drawing blood as he grinds against Dwayne again while still trying to soothe and calm him*
I won't take anymore, but for now you need rest... *he leaves the comments he wants to include about how badly he wants to get off unsaid, the entire situation has him about as uncomfortable and disturbed as he is painfully aroused. It was very normal for him to get off on someone being in intense pain with no pleasure, aside from his own anyway, hell he enjoyed doing that to people back home while he got off... But this was different... Before now he didn't think he could be fully aware of one of his pack brothers being in pain and enjoy it like that, the only times he had had been mostly accident and he felt badly for them... But this was very different. And he wasn't sure he gave a fuck just then, but maybe later he would...*
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*can sense Paul's uncomfortable state, would be amused if he weren't in so much pain, weakly digs nails into what ever flesh his hand was resting near, can't see to be sure he's even clawing Paul at all*
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I'll take you back to the castle now... *leans down, murmuring against Dwayne's lips before kissing him lightly, after that he slowly and unsteadily climbs to his feet, after a moment to find his balance he kneels down and cuddles Dwayne to his chest, holding him close for a moment before even trying to lift him at all, moving slowly so as not to hurt him much more, and to avoid startling Dwayne. The painful bite of his brother's claws was starting to annoy him, which in itself confused the hell out of him, but he would think about that later, he growled quietly at Dwayne before trying to catch his wrists and hold them again, but careful to try and keep his as well as Dwayne's own nails from cutting either of them much more.*
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