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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 1, 2008 13:30:05 GMT -5
“Yeah, really. I can be scary when I want to...” To be honest, that was most likely out of the bag. He was too shy to accomplish ever being frightening. Though, you never knew. Maybe if you got him mad enough. Fletcher pinched Dev’s cheek and patted it. “I seriously doubt you could make me that mad, though. Unless...” He went off into thought. What would really piss him off? Cafeteria food, sure, but that made everyone mad (and sick to their stomachs). Uh...cocky vampires, but he was always surrounded by them, so. Ah, he had it! The one thing that would probably drive him insane—or into a fit of laughter like the last time. “Unless you give me a friggin’ bone for Christmas again,” he finished, eyeing the vampire playfully.
He felt his friend’s head on his neck, and he tried not to shrug him off. Fletch was one of those people who was ticklish basically everywhere, and the neck was no exception. Oh. He had forgotten about that. If it felt this way just to have him lay on his neck, what would it be like having fangs sink into it? At the same time, he was curious and willing. It was kind of thrilling, the thought of someone taking his blood. He felt his hand let go of the lock of black hair and fall to his side while he sat there. Would it be painful? Would he feel anything? Would it—god forbid—be sexual? Anything and everything that could go wrong raced through his mind in a series of flashes. But he had to know.
Suddenly Devon was on top of him. Damn vampiric powers; he never knew what was going on until after it had happened. Blinking, he replied softly, “Devon. Bite me.” He smiled weakly at the add-on. Right, right. The whole dead thing. He was pretty sure that only werewolves could smell that scent, as he had never heard of anyone else complaining about it. He wondered if it was the same for vampires. He knew that his blood smelled bad to Andrew, but what about his scent to the rest of the world? And did his blood smell bad to Devon?
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 1, 2008 14:05:27 GMT -5
devon smiled and nodded. he didn't doubt that fletcher could be scary if he needed to. and with devon having not seen fletcher yet in werewolf form, thank god, he didn't know how scary fletcher looked as a wolf... though he imagined him in a white fur coat looking all cute and cuddly. maybe... but devon didn't know, and in all honesty he didn't wish to find out. devon was glad that fletcher didn't think he would be so angry to snap at him, that made him happy. devon giggled as fletcher gave an 'unless...'. devon could still remember the look on his best friends face when he had opened the christmas bone. of course, it hadn't been the only thing devon had got fletcher, but he had made sure it was the first thing he had given. "the l-look on your f-face..." devon giggled, biting his lip softly and smirking.
"devon. bite me." the words made devon shiver atop his best friend, and he nodded silently, moving his mouth to fletchers neck, kissing it softly to make fletcher relax. "j-just relax. it w-won't hurt t-that w-way." devon whispered as he bared his fangs and quickly and, what he hoped was, painlessly into fletcher's neck. moaning softly as he did so. blood rushed into his mouth and he sucked gently. no offense to the boy beneath him, but his blood tasted weird. not a bad weird, just... different. he guessed it was because fletcher was a werewolf and all. devon drunk slowly, not wanting to take too much as to hurt fletcher or make him very weak. because that wouldn't be good.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 1, 2008 14:27:33 GMT -5
That’s right. I can be hella scary, he comforted himself. Wh-what?! He should’ve wiped that smirk right off the vampire’s face. Yeah, yeah. Fletcher rolled his eyes. The look on my face, psh. Obviously it had been a hilarious moment for everyone in the room except for him (even though he did join in the seemingly never-ending laughter after a while). He didn’t think anyone knew, but he still had the bone. He kept it in a small box full of old trinkets, full of things like old photos and ticket stubs, which he hid in the bottom drawer of his dresser. He wasn’t exactly sure why he had kept it—he sure as hell didn’t use it, despite all the wise cracks he got from his roommates. He was pretty sure that it still had the red ribbon around it, too...
He flushed lightly when he was kissed. What was wrong with him?! He and Devon were best friends. God, Devon really needed to look up the word ‘relax’. He closed his eyes; by this time his hands had already grabbed onto the first thing they could—the edge of the younger boy’s shirt. As the fangs sunk in, quickly and swiftly, he felt a sharp pain in his neck. It didn’t last long, though; it was like someone was sticking needles into him. Fletcher’s eyes flashed open in surprise. That wasn’t exactly how he had imagined it. He thought more pain would be involved. It simply felt like he was...pouring out of himself, if that made any sense. He was flowing into Devon. The groan that sounded from the vampire was a beautiful noise. If I get to hear that every time he bites me... His thoughts trailed off as he arched his neck back so Dev could get a better hold. One of his hands managed to weasel out from underneath the boy and slinked around to Dev’s back, the other still clutching his shirt. He needed something to grab onto. He felt like he was falling...
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 1, 2008 14:48:14 GMT -5
devon smiled as he saw the roll of fletchers eyes. he knew that it had annoyed fletcher, but he hadn't mean for it to upset his friend. it had been a small practical joke that he and the others had found a little amusing. and fletcher must know it hadn't meant to be harmful. but he had made up for it with the other presents. devon did sometimes wonder whether his friend had hid it away or just thrown it, but he guessed that fletcher would have thrown it away. devon wondered what he could get his friend this year. he would be sure to ask a little nearer the time what he wanted. devon himself had no idea what he wanted for christmas. not at all. not right now anyway.
devon was lost in the feeling of feeding off of fletcher. it wasn't something devon could describe in words. he didn't know whether it was because fletcher was a werewolf, or whether it was just because he was so much closer to fletcher than the other people he fed off, but it have him a larger buzz. it felt like he was on cloud nice. moaning softly, devon pressed his body closer to fletchers, slowing his drinking down. using all his self control, he brought his fangs out of fletchers flesh, licking gently at the wound as small trickles continued to weep out of the wound. once devon was satisfied his licked his lips and sat back, wiping his mouth to make sure there was no blood around it still. that had to be the most amazing feeling he had ever got from drinking someone's blood. sighing softly, devon laid his head on fletcher's chest, breathing deeply and closing his eyes. currently rather content with his position.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 1, 2008 15:19:46 GMT -5
Another groan. It was like someone was trying to make him lose control. He felt Devon against him, and unconsciously drew the vampire closer, too. By this time his eyes had closed again; the feeling of his blood rushing out of him had gone from a sense of pain to falling to pleasure. This time it was his turn to groan—the feeling of blood dribbling down his neck and the younger boy licking it off was too much to bear. His nails raked across Devon’s back, again pulling him closer with his other hand. The sensation was so astonishing in the sense that he had completely forgotten they were sitting in a dark library surrounded by tattered books and dusty shelves; all he could think of was the feelings that shot up his spine when more of his blood entered the other’s mouth. Once more he sub-consciously heated up the room—or maybe it wasn’t Fletcher that did it.
It was over too fast. He felt Devon pull away from him; the arm on his back fell loose, though his other hand still clutched the boy’s shirt as if for dear life. Eyes fluttering half-way open, he brought his free hand to his neck lightly, removing it a second later to examine the small, red droplets. Was that—was that really his blood? Fletcher looked down at the feeling of a new weight being added to his chest. “Wha—what just happened?” He hadn’t noticed it, but his breathing had increased. He calmed himself down, leaning his head back on the chair again, letting out a soft sigh. That was...the best he’d felt in days. No, months, maybe. By the sounds Devon had made, he could say the same for the other boy.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 1, 2008 15:35:50 GMT -5
while devon came down from the high that feeding usually gave him, with the added buzz of whatever the hell fletcher had done to him, he felt fletchers arm move from his back. not that he minded as he breathed deeply and slowly. the sensation had been much more intense, and devon could feel want rising up inside of him. a want to feed off him again. the feeling was indescribable, one he hadn't got from anyone else. "wha—what just happened?” the question was one that devon was asking himself over and over again. it wasn't meant to feel that good... was it? it was confusing, and devon didn't like it. he needed to know what this feeling was... needed it like he needed to taste fletcher again. but he would use every fibre of self control he possessed to not bite him again.
"i... i d-d-don't know..." came the shaky response from the young vampire. looking up to try and catch fletchers eyes. but as he looked at the flawless skin, the beautiful skin of his best friend, devon realized he was seeing fletcher in a whole different light than he had less than five minutes ago. he wasn't sure what it was, but devon seemed to notice just how beautiful fletcher really was. and it was quite scary. he had never thought of his best friend in this way, other than the small thoughts of 'wow' every now and again when skin was bared. but right now devon could feel lust building up inside of him. lust that he was going to firmly IGNORE!
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 1, 2008 16:25:23 GMT -5
ooc; -sings- I wanna fuck you like an animal...
He could still feel some blood dripping down his neck. He tried to wipe it off; he could feel it smearing over his neck and shoulder. That was a little annoying. The only downfall so far was that he was covered in his own blood. Ah... Fletcher removed his hand from his neck again to look at it. Now that was completely smothered with the red liquid. Granted that some of it was drying, it was still weird. He hadn’t lost this much blood before, and he certainly wasn’t used to having it all over himself. For a moment he thought of putting his fingers to his mouth and tasting the blood, then was reminded of the fact that he was a werewolf.
What did he mean he didn’t know!? Wasn’t he the vampire? Fletcher could safely say that he didn’t have experience in stealing people’s blood while seducing th—seducing?! His mind was going off in all different directions. What had just happened, he reasoned, was a lot like...seduction. It was weird thinking about it. He hadn’t really thought of Devon that way. As he looked down, though, at the bright azure eyes that stared at him, his heart lept. This wasn’t supposed to happen. “Did—I mean, was it...?” He didn’t know what to say. Obviously drinking a werewolf’s blood could be done, but he was curious about other things...
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 1, 2008 16:52:46 GMT -5
devon saw that fletcher was trying to wipe the blood away from his neck. and damn why it did it have to be so tempting to lean down and start lapping the remaining blood up with his tongue. but he wouldn't. because that would be very bad. and he could sense that very bad things would happen if he tasted fletchers blood again. damn it, it was so tempting. but he wouldn't. he would just sit there and be a good little vampire and not make things any weirder between them than it already was. at least on devon's side it was weird. he had never seen fletcher in this light before. it was so weird, and devon wasn't so sure he could deal with this. he had to remind himself that underneath him was his BEST FRIEND! nothing more, nothing less, and it would stay like that... right?
devon slowly came to realize that he was still straddling fletcher, and he looked away from fletchers gaze sharpish, which seemed to be having a strange effect on devon that felt good, but was very bad. devon slipped off and sat down on the chair that fletcher had originally sat on, gnawing at his lip nervously. confused as hell as to what had just happened between them. "it... i-it... f-felt different..." devon whispered softly in confession. he didn't look at fletcher, he couldn't. because he knew if he did he'd be on top of his best friend kissing him like his life depended on it within moments. and that would be VERY VERY BAD!
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 2, 2008 10:22:22 GMT -5
Fletcher looked up in confusion as the other looked away. What was wrong? Ah, other than the fact that Fletch was slowly losing his blood to his best friend in a library in the middle of the night. The weight lifted off of him, and soon he found himself looking at Devon, only now the sophomore was in the seat he had originally been in. He blinked. Had he done something wrong? Was his blood bad? Andrew had said that it smelled, but he had just taken that as a werewolf versus vampire thing. Like how vampires smelled horrible. Then again, he’d never actually tasted a vampire. Rabbit, yes. Unsuspecting animal in the forest, yes. Fellow student? Not so much. So his thoughts couldn’t really compare to whatever Devon must have been thinking. But, in all honesty, if his blood tasted so bad—why had he continued?
Unless—? Had he, dare he think it, hurt Devon? His heart sped up at an abnormal rate. He didn’t want to be the one to discover what really happens to a vampire when it drinks bad blood. Flashes of his best friend in pain, screaming, and even dying flashed through his mind. He couldn’t take much more of it, so he decided to distract himself. He got to his feet and strode over to where the other was sitting. Bending down, he asked, “Are you okay? Did I—” He broke off for lack of way to put this eloquently. “Did I...hurt you?” Instinctively, he reached out and touched the vampire’s arm. Devon...what have I done to you? he thought to himself miserably. Things just didn’t seem to be going his way this year, and to kick it off with the best start: he felt like he was losing his friend.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 3, 2008 14:41:26 GMT -5
thoughts were racing through the poor vampires mind, far too fast for devon to anaylse or even understand. devon had no idea what was going on with him. all he could think about was fletcher in... bad positions. under him, on top of him, inside him. no, these were thoughts that devon shouldn't be thinking about his best friend. fletcher was his friend! devon felt awful for thinking the things he was, but they wouldn't stop. he tried to think of something else, anything else. but it all went back to his best friend. what had this blood done to him? it was driving him insane. devon found himself gripping at the seat, something to cling onto. it wasn't meant to be like this, it had never been like this before.
devon hadn't been paying attention to what was going on around him, so he was a little startled as he heard fletchers voice and saw that his friend was right in front of him. as fletcher touched him, he withdrew his arm quickly. the tingling it left upon his inflamed skin was too much. shaking his head he swallowed thickly, his hands trembling. the desire was too bad... "i... i h-h-have t-to g-go... b-before..." devon shook his head and got up, biting furiously at his lip. "y-you haven't h-h-hurt me... don't w-w-worry." devon whispered. not knowing what the hell to do or say, but he knew he had to leave. just his feet wouldn't do the walking.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 3, 2008 19:08:00 GMT -5
What was that shaking noise? His eyes fell to the edge of Devon’s seat, where the poor boy’s knuckles were going white from gripping the seat so tightly. Okay, so Fletcher might not have been the smartest guy in the world, but anyone could tell that there was something wrong with the sophomore before him. Why he wasn’t telling Fletch, his best friend, was the part that got to him. He was almost certain that it was something he had done, whether it be blood or—position, something had happened between the time he had arrived in the library and now that was not sitting well with Dev. As usual, he had no clue as to what that was, but he was determined to find out.
Dev snatched his arm away. Blinking, he let hand fall slowly back to his side. Okay, so he wasn’t allowed to touch him anymore. He felt like some sort of plague that Devon couldn’t get rid of. The shaking started up again, but this time it was violent. Watching as his friend’s hands shook, his eyes trailed back to Dev’s face; he caught the end of what must have been a worried swallow. What the hell was going on? And why did he have to go?! He followed suit, standing as well, and shifted his position to look his friend directly in the eyes. “Devon,” he called out the other’s name in what he thought to be a firm tone (hey, it had worked before), but his voice cracked at the end, “tell me what’s wrong.” He sounded more desperate and sad than angry.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 4, 2008 1:36:36 GMT -5
devon nearly cried out in frustration as fletcher got up too. no, this was bad! he needed fletcher to sit down and just let him go. but he should have known it wouldn't be that easy. devon found himself, before he knew it, staring directly into fletcher's eyes. i thought i was the one with speed... devon thought for a moment, before his mind went back to what was actually going on around him. devon's eyes widened a little, even more so as he heard fletcher's voice crack. no, this couldn't happen. he couldn't watch fletcher be upset about this. but how could he explain what was wrong, when even he himself didn't understand what was wrong with him.
devon knew he wouldn't be able to get the words out, but he wasn't so sure what he could do. other than that one thing which he so wasn't going to do... oh, no. that was a lie, devon planted his lips firmly on his best friends, kissing him softly, before backing away with wide eyes. what the hell had he done?! "i... i... er... s-s-sorry..." devon stuttered out, his mouth opening and closing for a couple of moments, rather resembling a gold fish. now he'd really gone and done it. fletcher was going to hate him forever.
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 4, 2008 10:27:17 GMT -5
Okay, why the FUCK was everyone doing that to him?
For the second time in an uncomfortably close amount of time, his face was bright red. He didn’t know what to do; his eyes flew wide open as he was kissed, yes, kissed by Devon. It was the weirdest thing in the world...it felt good, but horrible at the same time. It was like kissing his brother and true love, and he didn’t know how to handle it. Too stunned to move, he watched in shock as the other backed away. He swallowed, watching the situation sadly. He didn’t want to lose his best friend—unfortunately, what seemed like his only friend—to...whatever was happening.
Sorry—sorry? Fletcher wanted his best friend back. He wanted the Devon that went to stupid movies with him because he’d wanted to see it, the Devon that offered to buy extremely large amounts of popcorn at ridiculous prices because just maybe during the movie Fletcher would get hungry. The boy who accompanied him basically wherever he went, despite dangerous situations and vicious circumstances. His other half.
“I—why didn’t you—?” he began weakly, also backing up unconsciously. He shook his head, eyes falling to the floor. Why didn’t you tell me? It wasn’t until he hit something that he noticed he was moving away. With a quick glance, he saw the bookshelf he had bumped into, a couple of books tumbling out of it because of the ‘crash’. I would have listened. I would have and...I will. Fletcher looked up desperately, as if maybe the whole situation had changed. His stomach hurt badly just from looking at the other; it wasn’t out of disgust, or hate, or fear. In fact, he didn’t know what it was, and he wasn’t sure he wanted to.
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Post by devon hawthorne on Jul 4, 2008 11:40:26 GMT -5
he was right, fletcher hated him. i am SO flipping stupid! devon chided himself. what the hell had he been thinking? well, that was the point, he hadn't been thinking. he hated this. he wanted things to go back to normal. he wanted to laugh at fletcher when he did stupid things, and mess around with him, go back to thinking of him as his best friend. but his mind was on overdrive. damn stupid high off of fletchers blood. devon was wishing he hadn't have fed of his best friend now, like a lot. it had been a very stupid idea, and extremely stupid idea. and now fletcher hated him because he couldn't control his damn self.
"i... i d-didn't... it was..." devon gnawed at his lip harder, wincing as he felt his fangs rip it open, stupid fangs. he didn't know what or why. though he had an inkcling. "i... m-may know w-w-why... sit down." devon sighed and sat down, gesturing for fletcher to sit down. they needed to sit down and talk about this before it got out of hand, before it got any worse. granted, devon didn't think things could get any worse, but hell, life had a way of throwing things at you!
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Post by fletcher cross on Jul 4, 2008 12:12:23 GMT -5
Well, pray tell, WHAT was it? Fletcher blinked as Devon stuttered out those words. He had no idea what was going on. Closing his eyes, he wished he didn’t have such useless magyck and that he could be invisible, or the power of teleportation—hell, even being able to block out the sound at this point was something he could use. A grunt or some sort of sound woke him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see blood dribbling down Devon’s lip. At least he wasn’t bloodthirsty; otherwise he’d have been over there in a second. He shivered at the thought; though it had been pleasurable, he was sure that Dev didn’t like drinking very much.
It took a few moments for those words to sink in. “Okay.” Sit down, his voice commanded him. And slowly he obeyed. He sank into the chair across from Devon, the comfortable one (if he had been slightly more awake he would have cracked a joke at that). He curled up in his seat, his lower half twisting towards the back of the chair, arms wrapping around them (in a position that was hard to explain); it was a natural instinct, just like the whole hating-cats thing. He tried to keep those instincts toned down when other people were around, but Devon didn’t seem to mind, which was a good thing. “What’s...wrong?”
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