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domsconsigliere

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Apr 03, 2011 16:28

It had been a long day, the meeting with the clients hadn't gone at all well, mostly because they were behind schedule, not badly, but enough that it would cause problems if they didn't get a new architect and soon ( Read more... )

verse: forged in blood, who: arthur, au, who: eames, ship: eames/arthur

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slipin2yourskin April 3 2011, 23:37:38 UTC

While Arthur had gone out he'd been left to his own devices. So he'd headed out to enjoy some of that cool air. So when his owner does return to the hotel suite he's not there. Not yet anyway. He was still out enjoying that air.

So Arthur... his voice is responded to with silence.

domsconsigliere April 4 2011, 00:00:14 UTC

"Dammit." That was all he had to say on the matter, really, even that one word was a near growl, thumping a fist against the nearest wall. This meant he was going to have to track the man down, which should be easy, provided Eames hadn't lost his phone again.

He fished his own out of his pocket, thumbing the speed dial, eyes closed, pinching the bridge of his nose in an effort to calm at least a little.

slipin2yourskin April 4 2011, 00:12:33 UTC

We're pretty sure that he's scared a few people with that growl. Not that anyone ever really pays any attention to him unless they seriously have to. As for the phone... when Arthur calls it, it goes straight to voice mail.

This is Eames. Leave a message at the beep.

domsconsigliere April 4 2011, 00:20:45 UTC

There was another curse at that, snapping his own phone closed and pocketing it again. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose, and then his temples, even though he knew that it wasn't going to be much help, he was too hungry for that.

He slipped out of the room again, he'd just have to rely on senses to track the other man, it would take a little longer, but it was clearly the better option.

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slipin2yourskin April 4 2011, 04:12:18 UTC

There's a low growl at the feel of those fingers tightening in his hair jerking his head back. The shifter reaches down and grips the vampire's thighs in a tight grip, even as he feels those fangs sink into his throat. He knows better than to try and jerk away. Doing so would only hurt him anyway.

domsconsigliere April 4 2011, 04:18:04 UTC

Arthur's knees were bracketing the other man's hips, and he was wrapped up enough in his feeding that he likely didn't even notice the hold on his thighs, the almost growl finally breaking through into an actual growl, the hand in Eames' hair tugging again, fangs digging that much deeper.

Under normal circumstances he wasn't quite so rough about it, but under normal circumstances he hadn't gone quite as long without feeding.

slipin2yourskin April 4 2011, 04:31:00 UTC

That grip tightens as those fangs deepen in his throat. He's not used to the hard tug of that hand in his hair, that arm wrapped tightly around his waist. That roughness gets a low and dangerous growl out of the wolf, his grip tightening even more.

domsconsigliere April 4 2011, 04:41:34 UTC

It wasn't long before the half-desperate feeding slowed to something more like the usual, and even that was finally finished, fingers smoothing through Eames' hair again, licking gently at the bitemark, letting it heal as it would. Arthur's own skin was finally more than room temperature, not quite warm enough to be human, but definitely not cold.

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