Dancing In the Shadows
-Original
RP-
by Shuuki and Pookie
Chapter 1: Another Tale
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In another life, another time, a
young man is being stalked by rouges on a cold autumn night....
RB: *running breathless*
RB: *looks anxiously over his shoulder*
RB: Stay away! *ducks into alleyway*
The typical dead-end faces our young
man.
RB: Oh no...*turns around, looking for an escape*
RB: *runs to a door nearby*
RB: *bangs on door* Open up! Please! Help me!
Silence is the man's only answer
RB: Damn you all!! *tears of anger as he faces his attacker*
RB: Stay away!
Rouge #1: You've nowhere to scamper now, my pretty.
Shuuki: (lol sounds like a pirate)
RB: *slowly backs against the wall*
Rouge #2: *pulls a knife from his pocket*
RB: What do you want with me? *weak voice*
Rouge #1: As if you didn't know, Pretty. I know you 'ave it...
RB: *tries not to shiver* I...don't know what you're talking about....
Rouge #2: Jack, let's just get it 'an go. *looks about nervously*
RB: ...
RB: *desperately looks for an escape*
Jack: 'E's got nowhere to run now, Marc. I'm in no 'urry. *smirk*
Marc: Crissake Jack, look where we are. You know what they say about this part of Paris...
RB: *trembles uncontrollably*
Jack: Shaddap Marc and let me to my business. *lunges toward the young man* Give it 'ere, Pretty...
RB: *tries to punch man* Get away!
Jack: *catches RB's wrist in his meaty hand*
RB: *struggles* Let me go!
Jack: *sneers into RB's face* I likes 'em with some fight, now don't I?
RB: Somebody help me! *screams his head off*
Jack: *clamps his hand over RB's mouth
Jack: None of that now, Pretty.
RB: *tries to bite hand* Hmphhh! *kicks man in the groin*
Jack: GAH! *doubles over*
RB: *is suddenly free* *runs past Jack*
Marc: *lunges forward and shoves the knife between RB's ribs*
RB: *freezes as Marc's knife brushes his ribs*
Marc: *knocks RB to the ground*
RB: Augh! *tries to scramble back on his feet*
Somewhere on a rooftop a
delicate nose twitches at a delicious scent.
RB: *wipes blood away from mouth*
RB: *notices his chest is slashed and bleeding*
RB: *looks at Marc, panicked*
Jack: *heaves himself to his feet and towers over RB*
RB: ...
Jack: *glares for a moment at RB and then slaps him hard in the face*
Jack: No more of your games, little one! I'll 'ave my ring back and I'll 'ave it now!
RB: *cries out in pain*
RB: I don't have your ring!
RB: *whimpers* I swear...
Jack: *grabs RB by the shirt and pulls his face close to the point of his knife*
RB: *stares down the blade, eyes wild with terror*
RB: Please...sir....
Footsteps glance rooftops one by
one, bringing them closer to faint cries in the alleyway...
Jack: This'll be the end of you, Pretty, but no 'arm in some fun first, eh? *cuts buttons off RB's shirt*
RB: I beg of you...let me go...
RB: *whimpers* Please....no....
Marc: Jack...
Jack: I told you to shaddap, Marc.
Marc: *croaks* Jack....
Jack: *looks over at Marc* Wha...
Blood erupts from Marc's chest,
spilling over the cobblestones at his feet.
Jack: *looks on, frozen with shock*
RB: *eyes grow wide with horror*
A lean figure peaks out from
behind Marc's suspended body.
RB: *stares at approaching figure, trembling*
Jack: ....What the hell...
The figure leans down and rushes
toward Jack with impossible speed.
Jack is suddenly pinned high
against the wall of the alley, the figure's hand about his throat.
RB: *watches half-amazed, half-terrified*
Jack: *vainly struggles, clawing at the man's hands, his eyes bulging with terror...and asphyxiation*
Chanserv: *raises his eyes to meet Jack's, a graceful smile spreading over his lips*
Chanserv: Bonne nuit.
RB: *crawls slowly away, still transfixed by the scene unfolding before him*
The last thing Jack sees is the
moon reflected in Chanserv's eyes, and off the sharp canines of his lovely
smile.
Blood explodes from Jack's
throat as Chanserv crushes him with a single motion.
RB: *wedges himself between two barrels even as a shower of blood clouds his vision*
Chanserv: *releases Jack's limp body and it slumps to the ground*
RB: *bites his tongue to keep silent*
Chanserv: *pulls his soiled gloves from his fingers as he turns slowly toward RB's hiding spot*
RB: *freezes as piercing eyes turn on him*
Chanserv: *sucks thoughtfully at a bloody finger as he regards the young man*
RB: *blood chills as he watches the man*
Chanserv: *quickly spits the blood on the cobblestone beside him*
Chanserv: I never could stomach the taste of the English.
Chanserv: ...Or maybe it's just the commoners...
RB: ...
RB: *suddenly doubles over as the sharp pain from his cut stabs through him*
Chanserv: *nose twitches imperceptibly*
RB: *feels his world go blurry*
Chanserv: *dips down and delicately scoops up RB's body*
RB: *slowly drifts in and out of consciousness*
Chanserv: Hmm. ‘Pretty’ indeed…
And those were the last words
the young man heard before falling unconscious...
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The harvest moons hangs low in
the autumn sky, gracing the stone facade of Monsieur Chanserveaux's dwelling
with a pale, auburn glow.
RB: *slowly begins to stir*
Moonlight streams in through the
sheer curtains of a French window…
RB: *opens his eyes*
…and pours over the silken
sheets of a luxurious bed.
RB: *blinks at his unfamiliar surroundings, trying to determine where he is*
RB: *attempts to sit up in the large silk bed, but soon remembers his wound*
RB: *as he looks down at his bandaged chest, he tries to recollect his thoughts*
Chanserv: I would not stir much if I were you, Monsieur. You wounds are still quite fresh.
RB: *startled he looks over the room, trying to locate the speaker*
A figure emerges from the
shadows of the bedroom.
RB: *watches the man drift out of the shadows*
RB: You?!
Chanserv: Rest easy Monsieur, you are quite safe in my care.
Chanserv: *gives RB a reassuring smile*
RB: I owe you a great debt, Sir. I thank you.
Chanserv: The pleasure was mine I assure you.
RB: How can I repay your kindness?
Chanserv: *moves closer to the bed and sits down*
RB: *shifts a little uncomfortably as he regards at the man before him*
Chanserv: Let us not speak of debt, my friend. I prefer things to be given in freedom. *smiles*
Chanserv: I would ask only your name.
RB: *looks at him curiously*
RB: My name? Oh of course! I go by R.B.
Chanserv: Dear me, initials only then? Ah well, I can respect a man having his secrets better than most.
RB: I thank you for that
RB: Might I enquire yours?
Chanserv: Monsieur D’Chanserveaux at your service. *bows*
RB: Chanserveaux? Why that name is quite familiar?… It is a pleasure to meet you. *extends his arm to shake hands*
Chanserv: *takes his hand and shakes warmly*
Chanserv: *does not immediately let go when RB attempts to retract from the shake*
RB: *hesitates as to what to do next*
RB: Sir?
Chanserv: Ah, forgive me, but your hand is so cold. Are you feeling at all better, M. RB?
RB: Yes, thank you. I fear my cut will prevent me from moving anytime soon though.
RB: I apologize for any inconvenience...
Chanserv: Please do not trouble yourself on the matter. My home is at your disposal. I am afraid business takes me away during the daylight hours, but the servants can attend to your needs until I return.
RB:
You are too kind to me, Sir.
Chanserv:
Not at all. Ah, the dawn will be upon us in but a few hours. Please, rest
yourself. I will see you tomorrow night.
RB:
Yes, of course... *hesitates to ask the question burning on his lips* ... I
will see you tomorrow then. *decides it would be un-gentlemanly to ask*
Chanserv:
*raises an eyebrow* Tomorrow night then. Bonne nuit.
Chanserv:
*disappears through the door leaving RB alone in his room*
RB:
Bonne nuit... *looks around the room once more before succumbing to
sleep*
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Afternoon
sunlight pours through the still-drawn curtains. A breakfast has been laid out
on the table next to the bed.
RB:
Where? *tries to recall where he is*
RB:
That's right....M. D’Chanserveaux was it? Yes..he was kind enough to rescue
me...
RB:
*recalls flashes of the night’s event and shudders*
RB:
*tightness around his torso calls his attention to his wound, freshly bandaged*
... *soon notices the breakfast* Well, he was right about the servants taking
care of me...
RB:
I can't help but wonder about him...about what he does during the day...
RB:
*slowly tucks into the breakfast, taking in note every detail of the room*
RB:
Who's there? *tries to sit up* *winces as sharp pain courses through him*
The door clicks open softly. A young maid pokes her head into the room.
Maid:
Pardon me, Monsieur, I just wanted to look in on you.
Maid:
Master D’Chanserveaux instructed me to take special care with you...Are you all
right, Monsieur?
RB:
*looks at the lovely young lady entering the room* That is too kind of him.
Yes, thank you. I couldn't be in better care.
Maid:
*the young maid stands meekly in the center of the room, hands clasped in front
of her*
RB:
Would you please inform me of the time?
Maid:
Ah! yes, it is one o' the clock, Monsieur.
RB:
One already!? *thinks*
Maid:
*stands fidgeting*
RB:
Uhm...*looks up* Could you bring me some paper and a pen? I would like to inform
my friends of my condition.
Maid:
*looks troubled for a moment* Uh, yes of course, Monsieur. I will return in
just a moment.
RB:
Uhm? *wonders at her sudden mood swing* Thank you.
Maid:
*hurries from the room, footsteps echoing down the staircase*
RB:
*shakes his suspicions off* Come to think of it...I'll have to ask her where
exactly I am...
RB:
*sighs and stares out the spacious window, waiting for her return*
Maid:
*returns with the pen and paper on a writing tray*
Maid:
Here you are, Monsieur.
RB:
Thank you so much. *takes pen and paper and begins scribbling a quick note*
Would you be so kind as to tell me what part of town we are in?
Maid:
The far, west end of Paris, Monsieur, near the Bois de Boulogne.
RB:
*looks up slightly startled: the night before he was running in the opposite
ends of town* I see. Thank you.
RB:
*Once complete, the young man folds the letter. *taking a candle, he drop a few
drops of hot wax and presses his ring, sealing the letter shut
RB:
Would you be so kind as to send this letter to M. D'Harmental, in Parc de la
Villette? *gives the girl an rueful smile* It's not a part of town a young
lady like you should be in of course, but he is my trusted friend. It would
please me greatly to know he is not fretting about me.
Maid:
*takes the letter from RB* Of course, Monsieur. I'll have our boy take it
‘round. May I get you anything else? A book to read?
RB:
That would be nice. *waves to the breakfast* Could I also trouble you for some
more of this delicious food?
Maid:
Yes, Sir. *curtsies with a faint blush* *with that, she takes the breakfast
tray and scurries from the room*
RB:
*watches her leave, smiling* M. D’Chanserveaux has very good taste it seems.
RB:
*tries to sit up more comfortably* Bois de Boulgone....I did not know
any nobles lived around here.
A crow lands on the balcony railing and regards RB with a low squawk.
RB:
*glances out the window and notices that the sun is getting lower on the
horizon* Uhmm... *the sound draws his eyes to the visitor*
Crow:
*head snaps from side to side, his shiny bead eyes blinking at RB*
RB:
I don't have anything for you. Go away.
Crow:
*utters another low squawk as he hops upon the iron rail*
RB:
...*looks around for something he can throw at bird*
Maid:
*suddenly returns bearing a large assortment of delicacies*
RB:
*looks up at the maid* Oh! You startled me.
Maid:
My apologies for the wait, Monsieur. I wasn't sure what books were to your
taste. *looks sheepish*
RB:
*smiles* Do not worry yourself. I'm sure I will love the books you chose for
me.
Maid:
*smiles* Thank you, Sir. Is there anything else I can do for you?
RB:
Why actually, I am having difficulty concentrating and I fear I would do a bad
job at reading. I was wondering if you would mind keeping me company? I would
prefer the company of a fine young lady to a crow. *waves toward window
smiling*
Crow:
*squawks indignantly and flaps his wings*
Maid:
*raises a hand to her lips and looks nervously from the bird to her guest*
RB:
*looks back at crow half-laughing* Forgive me, but you cannot entertain me
quite as well.
Maid:
I'm...I'm sorry, Sir, but I have work to do downstairs...
RB:
But...why? *confused*
Maid:
Well...*looks at the crow again*
Crow:
*beats his wings a few times, and departs with a caw*
RB:
Uhm? *looks between the crow and the maid with a quizzical expression*
Maid:
*looks back at RB*....I guess it would be alright, for a little while...
RB:
*clueless as to what happened* *smiles* I thank you.
Maid:
*pulls a chair up next to the bed and sits primly upon it*
RB:
*sits a bit straighter* I don't believe I ever caught your name.
Maid:
Fiona, Sir.
RB:
Fiona. Why that is a beautiful name.
Fiona:
*looks down with a slight flush* Merci, Sir.
RB:
Please, I would rather you called me RB; “Sir” is so...formal. *smiles*
Fiona:
Monsieur RB...
RB:
*leans slightly closer* RB is enough, Fiona...
Fiona:
*flustered* Oh, yes Sir. I mean…RB.
RB:
See, wasn't that simple? *gently brushes a strand of hair from her face*
Fiona:
*stands suddenly* Forgive me, Monsieur! I do have much to finish downstairs.
RB:
*stunned to be refused so suddenly* Fiona?
RB:
Are you afraid of me?
Fiona:
No, not you, I mean, I'm sorry, I must go. Please ring if you need anything.
Fiona:
*flees from the room*
RB:
*stares at door, trying to understand*
RB:
Then who? *barely a whisper*
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A golden glow seeps into the
room as the sun begins its decent. Shadows lengthen as the day marches toward
the night....
Exhausted from his day, the
young man falls asleep, unaware of the beauty of the setting sun before him...
The moon is high and bright, set in a canopy of stars over the maison. A figure lounges against the frame of the window, gazing into that canopy above.
Chanserv:
*raises his arm as a dark bird alights upon it with a croak* *smoothes the
bird's feathers absently, murmuring nothing in particular in soothing tones*
Chanserv:
*turns his piercing gaze on the figure lying in the large oak bed*
Chanserv:
*lets his eyes roam over the young man, stopping at an exposed wrist hanging
over the bedside*
Chanserv:
*dips his lips to the crow's head and whispers* Why don't you wake our friend?
Crow:
*flaps obediently to the nightstand and carefully taps RB with his beak*
RB:
*unconsciously waves his hand at disturbance*
Crow:
*dances backward with a loud squawk*
RB:
Mmm? *startled by noise* *shiny black eyes meet his gaze as he slowly blinks
awake*
RB:
What? Oh...It’s you again...What do you want?... *collapses back on pillow*
Crow:
*squawks again before retreating to Chanserv’s shoulder
Warm laughter drifts over to RB.
RB:
What now? *mumbles still half asleep* Shut up stupid crow...I want to sleep...
*yawns*
Chanserv:
I think you've slept enough today, friend. Mephistopheles believes it's time
you joined us.
Chanserv:
*laughs as he walks over to the bed*
RB:
*snaps to full alertness* What? Oh! *stares at his approaching host*
Chanserv:
*chuckles* How are you faring, M. RB?
Chanserv:
I trust my servants attended to you well today?
RB:
Quite well thank you. Obviously still needing sleep though...
RB:
And yes, they were most kind. *remembers Fiona suddenly leaving*
RB:
What about yourself? Did you have a pleasant day?
Chanserv:
*shrugs* A day is a day. *leans toward RB* My mind was here for most of it in
any case.
RB:
*inches backward* I see...
Chanserv:
Why thank you. *seats himself in the space RB has made*
RB:
*slightly embarrassed* You were mentioning a friend earlier...?
Chanserv:
Go and enjoy the night Mephistopheles. *shoos the crow from his
shoulder*...Pardon?
RB:
... *stares at crow* You again?!
RB:
Sir, I am at a loss now...
Chanserv:
Hehe...if you mean Mephistopheles, well, cannot Men be friends with God's
creatures?
Chanserv:
*shoos crow again*
Mephistopheles:
*disappears through the window*
RB:
I see...so...the crow is your friend? That would explain a lot...however...unusual
it is.
Chanserv:
You are not fond of animals, M. RB?
RB:
I am quite fond of animals actually. Some are just more...bothersome? at times.
Chanserv:
*leans a bit closer to RB* What are you fond of M. RB?...if I may be so
bold?
RB:
... Well... uhmm...that is a little too vague a question... *tries to back up,
but only meets the pillows*
Chanserv: *leans in slowly toward RB's face* Perhaps...*veers toward the nightstand as his hair brushes RB's cheek*...poetry? *picks a book up off the table
Chanserv:
Ronsard? Or Keats? Tennyson maybe?
Chanserv:
*flips through the pages*
RB:
*blushes* Ah…yes...your err, maid was kind enough to bring me some books... I
am not familiar with Tennyson myself.
Chanserv:
Really?
*closes
his eyes and recites*
A magic web, with colors gay
She has heard a whisper say
A curse is on her if she stay
To look down on Camelot..."
Chanserv:
The Lady of Shallot
Chanserv:
*opens his eyes slowly and sighs*
RB:
That is quite lovely. I had never heard it before...
Chanserv:
Temptation.
RB:
*blushes at the tone used*
Chanserv:
*smiles down at the blushing boy* …to partake of something forbidden.
Chanserv:
A rough way of summing up such a delicate work I suppose...
Chanserv:
I always felt pain for the lovely lady...
RB:
...You seem to have strong attachment to that lady.
Chanserv:
A man is nothing if not moved by poetry...and pain... *brushes a finger over
the blankets covering RB's wound*
Chanserv:
*meets RB's eyes* How is it?
RB:
Oh... *startled by the sudden change in subject* Much better thank you. It only
becomes truly painful if I try to stand up...
Chanserv:
May I inspect it?
RB:
*tilts his head lightly* Of course... *becomes slightly defensive*
Chanserv:
*chuckles* Simply being polite, my friend. *gingerly unwraps the wound*
RB:
*relaxes* I'm sorry, I guess I have become over-defensive these days...
Chanserv:
Indeed? What besides rouges in the street have been adding worry to your mind?
(Remove your shirt please.)
RB:
*slowly removes his shirt as to not cause excessive pain* Oh, everyone has
their worries, Sir. I guess mine involve a few people who don't give up...
Chanserv:
Allow me. *slides the thin night shirt over RB's arms*
Chanserv:
Indeed?
RB:
Thank you...yes. I have made the mistake of saying the wrong words, in front of
the wrong person...
Chanserv:
Please lie back. *gently pushes RB's chest with his hand toward the pillows*
RB:
*lies down, grunting as a sharp pain makes itself known*
Chanserv:
*trails light fingers down to RB's waist murmuring* Easy, easy…
RB:
*blushes lightly, not fully sure what is happening, if anything*
Chanserv:
*applies light pressure here and there about RB's ribs around the wound*
RB:
*winces as some of the pressure causes more pain than others*
Chanserv:
*glances at RB* Forgive me for the discomfort....the idea of pain is so archaic
in this country. Men must bear it with dignity, as if it were not present at
all...
Chanserv:
The idea of pain as a part of life eludes most. Embracing such a sensation
shunned as some sort of blasphemy.
Chanserv
*applies pressure near the edge of the gash* What do you think, M. RB?
RB:
*grabs arm and yanks it away, grunting as the pain intensifies* ....Hurts....
Chanserv:
*brushes RB's ear with his lips* And is that really so disagreeable?
Chanserv:
*brings his fingers back down, tracing circles over the sensitive flesh
surrounding the wound*
RB:
*blushes* Yes...pain is used too often for torture. *shivers as fingers runs
across his chest*
RB:
It is far from welcome.
Chanserv:
You wound me M. RB, accusing your Champion of torture. *does not cease his
fingers’ work*
RB:
I...*clenches teeth* ...You are hurting me.
RB:
Causing pain to someone who cannot retaliate is torture.
Chanserv:
*levels his gaze with RB's* Then I suggest you lie still.
RB:
...What? *very weak voice*
Chanserv:
If you are so adverse to pain, I suggest you lie still so as not to aggravate
your injuries...although, I believe you will grow to appreciate my philosophy
by this night's end...
Chanserv:
*nibbles sharply at RB's earlobe*
RB:
You are insane!
RB:
*blushes violently and pushes Chanserv away*
RB:
What are you doing?!
Chanserv:
*laughs as he sits back* And you my dear RB, are quite fiery.
RB:
Do you blame me? *face is red, half-blush, half-anger*
Chanserv:
*is suddenly inches from RB's nose, eyes locked with his* I 'd suggest you
quiet down....*softens* …but you are too cute when you are angry. *strokes RB’s
blushing face*
RB:
*clenches bed sheets in an effort not to hit his host* ...
Chanserv:
*eye catches RB's hand in the sheets* Oh, but your wound has reopened, M. RB.
RB:
... *notices the warm liquid flowing down his skin*
Chanserv:
*dips a finger in the blood that has split on the sheets*
Chanserv:
*sucks provocatively at his finger*
RB:
*looks at Chanserv, horrified*
RB:
*drags up the bed sheets as a makeshift shield*
Chanserv:
I could smell you, from half way across Paris...
Chanserv:
*tears sheets away without effort*
RB:
*glares at Chanserv* You... monster! What are you doing?
Chanserv:
*bends quickly down to RB’s smooth stomach, grasping his sides and running his
tongue across it*
RB:
*tries to get away but the pain is too strong* Let me go!
Chanserv:
*peers up at RB without stopping* *says simply* I have your taste now.
RB:
You disgusting monster! Let me go! *tries to kick Chanserv*
Chanserv:
*rises sharply, grabs RB's wrists, and slams them to the mattress* BE SILENT!
Chanserv:
*a glint of red dances across his eyes as he stares down at RB beneath him*
RB:
*stunned by the sudden force and the power reflected in the eyes towering above
him*
Chanserv:
*the gleam subsides and Chanserv leans down to RB's neck*
Chanserv:
…and relax.
Chanserv:
*he begins placing kisses on the sides of his neck*
Chanserv:
*he makes his way down to RB's collarbone, suckling and nipping along its
ridge*
RB:
Stop it...what...stop it... *voice slowly becoming weaker*
RB:
Why? Why me? *barely above a whisper*
Chanserv:
*raises RB’s wrist to his lips and grazes it with his teeth*
Chanserv:
*opens one eye* You drew me to you...
RB:
*watches a thin trail of blood on his wrist* ... I don't want this...please...
Chanserv:
*licks the trail from RB's wrist, simultaneously closing the wound* ...Yes, you
do...
RB:
*looks pleadingly into the man’s eyes* No....please... *lets out a small
whimper of fear*
Chanserv:
Shhhh. *silences RB with a long kiss*
RB:
Uhmf!! *eyes shoot wide open as he tries to fight back*
Chanserv:
*runs his fingers through RB’s soft hair and deepens the kiss*
RB:
*slowly feels his defenses melt down*
Chanserv:
*pushes his tongue past RB’s lips, exploring his mouth and caressing his
tongue*
Chanserv:
Mmmmm....
Chanserv:
*slowly breaks the kiss, tugging at RB’s bottom lip with his teeth*
RB:
*gasps for breath* ... *stares wildly and utterly confused*
Chanserv:
You enjoyed that, didn't you? *trails kisses down the boy’s chest* Why do you
resist me?
RB:
*resists letting out a moan* You...monster...
Chanserv:
*continues down and across RB’s chest, stopping at an erect nipple*
Chanserv:
*teases it with his expert tongue, wetting it and blowing cool air across it*
RB:
*gives in* Ahhhhhh....
Chanserv:
*runs his hands along RB’s sensitive sides as he suckles and teases* *he grazes
his teeth along the skin as he increases the pressure on RB’s ribs*
RB:
*moans as he is being teased* *moans as pain caresses his ribs*
Chanserv:
*undoes the buttons of RB’s shirt with one hand, exposing his bare chest. *rubs
the length of his body against RB’s as he brushes his fingers against the open
wound*
Chanserv:
*his knee slides between RB’s spread legs as he moves*
RB:
*gasps at the mixed sensations bombarding his senses*
Chanserv:
*returns his fingers to his lips and savors the taste of RB's warm blood*
Chanserv:
*he leans close to RB and smears some of it on the boy’s lower lip*
RB:
*tries to swallow normally* *feels his heart beating faster*
Chanserv:
*whispers in his ear* Taste with me, won't you?
RB:
... *slowly licks his lower lip*
Chanserv:
*murmurs* That's it...
Chanserv:
Let the pleasure and pain mingle together...
RB:
*slowly swallows letting the foreign taste indulge him*
RB:
... More ...Give me...more... *small yet firm voice*
Chanserv:
Hehe. Of course.*captures RB’s mouth again, biting sharply at his lower lip*
RB:
*clenches the bed sheets as the pain takes him*
Chanserv:
*suckles eagerly at the flow, spreading and sharing it between them with his
tongue*
RB:
*eagerly takes as much as he can, fighting and embracing the tongue*
Chanserv:
*free hand travels down the length of RB’s body, questing under the sheets for
what lies between his legs*
RB:
*shivers run through him at the soft touch*
Chanserv:
*quickly finds what he was searching for, and strokes softly*
RB:
*moans at the touch, longing for more*
Chanserv:
*abandons RB’s mouth for his graceful neck, increasing the speed of his
stroking fingers*
Chanserv:
*kisses and sucks roughly along the tendon of RB’s neck, leaving his mark more
than once*
RB:
*gasps at the various small events of pure pain, while feeling a surge building
within him*
Chanserv:
*grasps RB’s stiffness with his hand and begins pumping slowly*
Chanserv:
*purrs in RB’s ear* Tell me what you want....
RB:
... *manages to utter a single word* ...More...
Chanserv:
*increases the pace, agonizingly slow*
RB:
*panting in frustration* Faster!
Chanserv:
*smirks*
RB:
*pleads*
Chanserv:
*increases the pace a bit more, running a thumb over the slick head*
Chanserv:
*sits up to admire the sight below him, RB’s pale skin lit by moonlight,
streaks of crimson blood smeared erratically over his body*
RB:
*notices Chanserv has moved and looks up*
Chanserv:
You look so lovely, my little RB.
RB:
*admires the handsome, graceful form before him*
RB:
Don't leave me...
Chanserv:
I want to see that exquisite look of pain and pleasure as I touch you...devour
you...
Chanserv:
*leans back down*...because you're mine now.
RB:
*trails his hand down to his wound and dips in it blood*
RB:
*lifts fingers towards Chanserv's face, tracing softly over his lower lip*
RB:
Yours...
Chanserv:
*eyes slip shut as he licks his lower lip*
Chanserv:
No one tastes like you...
RB:
*wraps arm around neck* Really?
Chanserv:
*opens eyes* Truly.
RB:
*pulls in closer*
Chanserv:
*buries his face in RB’s neck*
Chanserv:
*suddenly intensifies the pace of his hand around RB’s manhood*
RB:
*arches his back at the sudden change, pressure swelling in his loins*
Chanserv:
Call my name.
RB:
...
Chanserv:
Call for me...*sinks his fangs into RB’s neck*
RB:
*digs his nails into Chanserv’s back, not saying a word*
Chanserv:
*drinks deeply from RB, pumping him without mercy*
RB:
*feels the blood draining from him, along with life*
Chanserv:
*pries himself from RB’s neck with effort* Call for me...come with me into the
night...
RB:
Chan...serv...eaux...
Chanserv:
*throws himself back onto RB’s neck drinking deep as RB arches beneath him*
RB:
*cries out in pain as more of his life is taken from him*
Chanserv:
*increases the pleasure of his hand to match the pain as he revels in the sound
of RB's cries*
RB:
*screams out as climax crashes over him and his blood is drained dangerously
low*
Chanserv:
*pulls himself off of his spent lover and sits back*
Chanserv:
*smoothes RB’s damp hair from his pale face*
RB:
*tries to catch his breath*
Chanserv:
*washes his hand clean with his tongue, savoring all the tastes of the young
man before offering RB his own wrist*
RB:
*looks at wrist* *takes it and hesitates*
Chanserv:
Drink, my little RB...
Chanserv:
You must to follow where I go.
RB:
*eagerly takes a bite and lets the warm liquid flow into him*
Chanserv:
*eyes roll up as his head falls back*
Chanserv:
Mmmmm...
RB:
*sucks the warm blood eagerly*
Chanserv:
*delights in the feeling of the blood drawn from his veins*
RB:
*looks up at his strange new lover*
RB:
*seeing his reaction, bites in harder*
Chanserv:
*transfixed at the sight: RB, tousled and damp from sex, sucking eagerly at his
wrist*
RB:
*slowly stops drinking and looks up at Chanserv sleepily*
Chanserv:
*runs his fingers thru RB’s hair* Sleepy, my little RB?
RB:
*yawns* Yes... *nestles his head against Chanserv's chest*
Chanserv:
*lays himself down next to RB, cradling him in his arms*
RB:
*closes his eyes as he lets himself feel safe in his lover's arms*
Chanserv:
Dawn will be here soon...so until tomorrow's moonrise, rest with me.
Chanserv:
*places a kiss on RB’s forehead* Bonne
nuit, my little fledgling.
RB:
Bonne nuit, mon cher amant....
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