We are not an animal shelter.

Dec 04, 2011 16:11


( You cannot keep bringing home strays.)
Erik growled, baring his teeth right back as he shoved the younger vampire against the desk, pinning his wrists to the hard wooden surface. He pressed his body forward, trapping him firmly, eyes narrowed with frustration.

"I am not trying to strip away your happiness. I am trying to make you understand the ( Read more... )

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kpcalmntelepath December 4 2011, 21:56:24 UTC
Charles snarled at the man above him, kicking his legs, trying to throw him off. Though really the only thing it accomplishes is awaken a different sort of ache within him.

Panting harshly, Charles took to the last resort, and leaned forward to snap his jaws shut, biting into Erik's shoulder, growling, his eyes flashing a dangerous dark blue.

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serenevengeance December 4 2011, 22:36:52 UTC
Pain blossomed from the bite mark and dragged a very different emotion from the older vampire, one that the two of them had mixed together for well over a century now. He growled, twisting his grip on Charles' wrists to pin them together, forcing his knee between his fledgling's legs.

He snarled back, anger and frustration tinging his voice as he pressed Charles' further into the desk.

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kpcalmntelepath December 4 2011, 22:49:01 UTC
Charles' eyes flashed with glee as he bit down harder, sharp teeth drawing blood as Erik moved around.

The knee between his legs caused his to groan into the mark before CHarles let his head fall back on the desk with a soft thud, blood trickling down his chin, making his lips even redder. His eyes wide as he smiled almost psychotically up at Erik, licking his lips.

Having been so busy with the children, Charles had forgotten to feed for the last few weeks....Whoops? His vision swam slightly through bloodlust.

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serenevengeance December 4 2011, 23:45:38 UTC
The growl died in Erik's throat, twisting into a groan. He soaked in the sight of his blood smeared across Charles' red lips and trickling along his chin. The thick red fluid trickled down his shoulder, soaking into the white fabric of his shirt as half open eyes focused on his fledgling.

He could practically feel Charles hunger radiating off of him, but the sight of blood lust in vibrant blue eyes always managed to strip him of many of his higher capabilities. Like pulling together an argument.

He traced his tongue over his lips, eyes dark with a different kind of hunger; the lust the younger vampire always managed to spark within him.

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