One more night (Shaden)

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Sevanni laid in his bed. Though his mind was exhausted, his body needed to get up and move. He knew exactly where he wanted to go, but for whatever reason it was, no. He knew the reason and it was bothering him inside that he had such depth for his collected thought. How unreal it had been to him that he could enjoy such a thing that he had gone through his entire life without experiencing it.

Cree appeared by his side with fingers moving through his strands. A small child like pout over full lips as she let her right leg rest over his own. "Why don't you just go to him? It's not as if there is anyone there with him...." She composed a well plotted grin over her mouth. He could tell that she was snooping again. "I've seen......he looks better coming out of the shower in a towel." She was teasing him. Pushing him more and more before he would finally move his arm up and tag her one to the throat.

Sevanni huffed and pushed up off of the bed. "You can no longer go wandering....I want you back inside." She was temperate, but nonetheless, she was always sticking her nose where it didn't belong. She would protest of course. She always did, but he would quickly stop her with a pressing hand and narrow eyes to a near close. Showing he was clearly serious and irritated. She vanished shortly after.

It seemed as if he had walked back and forth across the room, deciding what to do. Debating with himself with no words to fly back and forth. Just thoughts and ......

A small grunt was passed through his throat, not bothering to throw on something. Just midnight longwear, white socks and a T-shirt to match. Opening the door and moving out into the hallway. Closing it soon after before taking his lead to the wing Shaden occupied.

Shaden had the most out of all of them simply because Shaden was neither owned nor bound to him as his fledglings had been. He had simply been marked, but he was a strong independent. So he had his own place to the other end of the house where he had free reign to do as he pleased, come and go whenever he wanted. However, it had never been mentioned of him bringing anyone back with him. A christening was needed.

Sevanni made it to the door between his place and Shaden's. An occupancy of a small hall entryway. A few knocks so he would hear, if not he would buzz. Even though it was his property, he held much respect when it came to invading others privacy.

He could see it in his head. What he wanted to do.

Shaden opening the door. Sevanni's eyes glazed over his form before pushing forward with both hands placed on the side of Shaden's face with lips pressed against his. Moving inside and kicking the door lightly to a close. Somehow ending up laying somewhere naked and full of exhaustion.

He thought it. And that was exactly what he was going to do.

Sevanni didn't know what to expect. He was sure that Shaden would be game for any sort of action tonight. Unless there were things he didn't know about and he was rather tired. However, at least when it came to sexual escapades he wouldn't be getting any from Helena, which meant more fun for him.

What we don't realize, is that he had brought his bag with him. Resting on the floor in front of the door. He'd move it through and have it for a later moment.

There was no need for the usual song and dance between those who shared each other for a night. He didn't have a damn thing to say. That feeling fleeing inside of him throughout the night. Cree rubbing it in his face as if she had truly known what was going on in her mind. Would he even answer?

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[Shaden Grace]

The radio played softly in the background, the songs ranging from old to new, and he hummed along with a few of them as they came on, but his main attention was on the book his held in his hands, reading the same words he must have done over one hundred times by now. He had chosen his bedroom to do his reading, laying on the bed on his back. He had his jeans and socks on, but no shirt. Shaden often preferred to not where a shirt when he was at the house.

The house. Not home. No where was home for him. "Fuck." He tossed the book to the end of the bed. He'd gotten himself started. Thinking about things better left alone. And since his mind was now completely distracted, it allowed thoughts of Sevanni invade as well. Given that it was his house he was living in, it was only natural. At least that's what he liked to tell himself.

He was restless, and he really didn't know what to do with himself now. He was thirsty, but not so much to make him want to leave. He just didn't feel like leaving the house tonight. He rolled over onto his stomach, his face turned sideways rested on one of the pillows on the bed. If he was being honest with himself, it was Sevanni he wanted. Like always. That man was never far from his thoughts. He couldn't help himself. He was addicted to him. For whatever reason. Sevanni could be a real ass sometimes, and he stilled liked him for it. In fact Sevanni had very much been a cruel man when he'd first felt the feelings of desire toward him. But it was the more.. gentle side of him that had pushed Shaden over the limits of mere desire; this thing he had for him was more then lust or anything he'd ever felt before.

He thought of that night they had been together, his body, the way his hands had touched him.. A groan from the back of his throat escaped between lips. His head turned into the pillow. He wouldn't think about him. He wouldn't! Dammit he had more control then that. So where the hell was his control when it came to Sevanni? It was like it flew out the window; vanished, not to be seen again for the rest of the night.

And in all honesty, it scared the hell of him. He didn't know what was happening to him. Was he losing himself to Sevanni? Its what he'd been worried about every since he'd marked him. Yes, he'd said he was strong enough to handle it, and he was, but how much of himself would he lose to the man he now obsessed over damn near every night.

Then came a knocking sounds. Someone at the door separating his wing from the rest of the house. No... it couldn't be Sevanni. That would be too weird. But then, who else would be knocking at his door? No one else would bother him. He rose from the bed and walked out of the bedroom, moved down the hall and to the door. Even before he reached for the handle he knew who it was. He licked his lips as he opened the door. His eyes looked him over with an instant heat of desire which he tried to hold back. After all he had no idea why he was over here, but then given the time and what he was dressed in, the reasons were very slim, and of course Shaden was only interested in one thing at the moment. Still, he tried not to show it.

"Sevanni.. what are you doing here?" The question sounded a little off to his ears; though this was mostly due to the fact that both his mind and his body already knew what it wanted to do. He wanted to grab him and pull him into his bedroom. He wanted to kiss him. Touch him. And fuck him until neither of them could stand it anymore. And with how restless he was feeling, it could be a very long time before they resurfaced from their pleasures.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

He had woken up from his apparent hallucination. Being split into two had done a number on his mind. The more days that went by, the more he became conflicted with hearing inner thoughts he knew were not his. His own body bothering him from below. The last thing he needed was being put back together and not being able to have any fun. Such as what he was about to do with Shaden.

"Sevanni.. what are you doing here?" Came the words after the door was pulled open. It didn't take him very long to tell him why he was there. A step forward and he had let his hallucination come alive by placing hands on each side of Shaden's face, letting him stand firm where he planted his feet and leaning into him without so much as a hard effort.

He had done it with ease. Something that made you want to let the kiss linger on forever or in the least fight back for more. Draw you in like quicksand so that you were trapped in the abyss forever. A breath. A breath released without so much as a concern for why there had been air there in the first place. His chest mellowing down from the height of passion he felt and let him know he felt it.

Sevanni broke away for foreheads to rest against one another, wanting to take breaths. Aching to take breaths. Breaking away from him to reach down and lift the bag after sinuous eyes rested upon his own sea glass orbs. Turning back to them once again as a strong hand lifted the bag.

His left palm pressed against his chest, pushing Shaden back into his own abode and letting the door close behind him. Sure it hadn't been exactly what he envisioned, but it was wonderful all the same. He tossed the bag to the side of Shaden's bedroom after pulling on the hem of Shaden's pants. Guiding him that way and noticing briefly that he had been doing some reading.

They stopped. Sevanni had made it so and then turned toward him only to look over his own vampyric beauty. How he had a hue about him that glowed like twinkling stars covered by a half moons glow. Twice as nice. How kind of him to give a show and relieve Sevanni of the efforts of taking off his shirt.

Moving forward once again to kiss him soft to hard, wanting to draw him out more and more over time. Shaden felt like a magnet pulling at him over and over again. Not wanting to stop until the thing inside of him got what it wanted. How Shaden kissed back had told him that he wasn't alone.

It could go further. Awkward to take the first steps, but even so, it would be how Shaden reacted to him. Command him like some Dominant to take off his shirt. Include no effort but to raise arms or take the rip given in his violent sexual rage of urgency. Sevanni wouldn't mind. He had many more like it.

Open his bag of fun and give a little lesson. Sevanni knew that Shaden not only liked pleasure, but pain as well, and there were oh so many ways he could cause Shaden some pain. Some beautiful pain that he would be so happy to be apart of. Maybe.

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[Shaden Grace]

There were no words spoken in answer to his question. Instead Sevanni had stepped forward, placed his hands on each side of his face. Shaden absolutely loved for his face to be touched, unlike Sevanni. He was glad he'd answered him with a kiss. if he hadn't, he could very well might have ended up kissing him anyway, whether or not he wanted it. It wasn't in Shaden to hold that kind of passion. Very few every fully came to realize it but Shaden was, in fact, a very passionate person. And Sevanni's kiss was the perfect escape from everything he'd been feeling. His right hand moved along his chest to the back of his neck, while his left simply remanded idle on his chest, running his fingers over cloth covered skin. Wishing for more skin contact.

He could have stood there forever with him. He could have continued to kiss him until the house fell apart around then. Until the world itself stopped moving and everything died. Enough was never enough. He just couldn't quite himself of Sevanni. He'd gotten under his skin somehow. At some point. And the more he tried not to think about him, the more he did. He couldn't even feel guilty when he was with Sevanni, despite Helena and his feelings for her. When he was here with him there was only enough room for one feeling. More. He just wanted more, more and more.

He was on fire for him. The only man who had ever succeeded in getting him this worked up this quickly. He was pulling in breath after breath because he couldn't be without his scent. Once it had brought only jealousy and hatred, now it brought a deep arousal that was close to painful. He hated when Sevanni broke away, letting there foreheads touch, so they could breath. He want to breath. He was aching to feel him, touch him. He was being pulling apart inside because of the amount of pure passion and need within himself. Sevanni might feel his passion, but he didn't feel all of it. If he had, they wouldn't still be standing there idle just breathing. Unless Sevanni had a helluva amount of control.

He caught his gaze when he broke away again, reaching down to grab a bag. Why did he have a bag? His pulse rate would have been off the charts had he still had a beating heart. He wanted to know. Oh he just had to know what was in that damn bag. When he looked back into Sevanni's eyes, his own were questioning, but he knew he would get no answer. He would be expected to be patient and wait and see. But Shaden was so tired of waiting. So tired of being the good little patient vampire and waited for everything to come to him. And if had been someone else other then Sevanni standing there, he would have taken the bag and opened it, determined to find out what it held. However, it was Sevanni standing there so he left it alone.

A smile formed over his lips as Sevanni pushed against his chest. So forceful. He liked that. Pulling on the hem of his pants, to his bedroom where the damn bag was thrown off to the side. He nearly pouted. Dammit he wanted to know what was in that thing! They stopped or rather, Sevanni had stopped and thus forced Shaden to stop to. Shaden would have happily kept moving forward, pushed him back onto the bed and...

Sevanni moved close again, kissing him. It started off soft, which was fine, and then turned hard and so much deeper. It was torture. Worse then anything he had ever felt. There was something inside then both that wouldn't be satisfied until it got its fill; until he got everything it wanted. However, Shaden knew he could never be satisfied. He'd figured that out after the last time. Sevanni had made it clear that Shaden wasn't a slave or a pet, but Shaden couldn't help think that he was in some way. Not that he had been forced into this or anything. He was a slave to him in the way he didn't want to let go of him. Pulling him closer, not liking even the smallest of space between them. In the way he grew more irritated as the days went by that he didn't see him. Grew more withdrawn from everything.

He grew tired of just kissing him. Both his hands went to his chest, grasping his shirt in tight fists and stretching the fabric, pulling it until it ripped and he could let the torn shirt slip down Sevanni's arms and onto the floor. Then hands greedily ran over his skin, almost harshly in his urge to feel him. Then his right hand moved down his chest, moving lower and lower until he was rubbing his hand over the hard length of him, still protected by fabric. That would be removed soon. He wanted him, but he didn't want to move too fast.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

How welcoming Shaden had been to the likes of Sevanni. Shaden and Sevanni. Sevanni and Shaden. A double Ssin in the eyes of that which all had claimed as God. Shaden wore his damn cross as if he could believe in such things. He had half a mind to tear it from around his neck on numerous occasions. Cree was right, he was sexy. But he didn't need that one to realize it. Sevanni already knew.

What Shaden probably hadn't noticed was the skipped overhead of the ceiling. Sevanni was so filled with this pent up frustration that he couldn't get rid of. Being around certain people, images from their previous experience. Wanting something and not being able to have it just yet. It was like telling a kid he couldn't open his gifts until after the cake. A snicker would have marked it as perfect in that moment.

He enjoyed feeling his hands on his body for some reason. He had the softest skin a male vampire could have whereas Sevanni's had been a little less so. Not by his own fault. His touch was soft and smooth when warranted, but he was so aggressive when it came to such things. Hence why Sevanni had forcefully turned him over and tied Shaden's hands behind his back before plunging into him.

A woman and a man were so clearly noted as different. It was a shame others were too afraid to commit acts as that. Leaving the front door and stepping off of the porch, rounding the house just to enter the back. It was enjoyable, and Sevanni didn't care to deny that fact.

How he grudged away that shirt without so much as a halt, making Sevanni's lips loosely touch Shaden's lips. A breath. Just one breath would do the trick and he could release one vile of his own life essence. Willing arms let Shaden move over them so the shirt could leave flesh. Sevanni let his tongue slide over his lower lip before letting lips press against his fully. Releasing to take a step back with devious eyes.

"Put your arms above your head with palms pressed as if you were praying." It was the dominant tone coming out that wasn't terribly scolding, but it was borderline. The shimmering movements of vampire playing about as he removed a double loop band from the bag and quickly zipped it back up so he couldn't get a peek into it. Standing so horribly close to him face to face, letting the band slip between Shaden's lips so he could hold on to it for a moment. The other side in his own mouth as hands slid over his arms, upward towards the ceiling for his left hand to grasp his wrists. Sevanni had a thing for bondage, quite heavily in fact, but he wasn't an extremist.

Fingers plucked at the awkward portion of the ceiling, letting a ring fall to meet Shaden's fingertips, removing the bands from mouths to place them tightly over his wrists, latching it to the ring and smirking as he slid back. Admiring him from a short distance and liking the view. How magnificent he had seemed there strung from the ceiling.

Sevanni had to smack his hand away and grab his wrists when Shaden had advanced on his member, and of course he shook his head as to say no no. Which was why Sevanni had pushed back and started this moment of what would prove to be a very fun session.

If he hadn't, Shaden would be filled right now instead of letting the fun of painful foreplay commence.

Sevanni moved behind Shaden. For some reason it was where he liked to be anyway. From behind, or even on top. Arms moved around him for hands to play at the sides of those jeans that desperately needed to come off. One button. A slow lowered zipper and a fold at the corners as fingers slipped inside and lowered them just half way down his ass.

Lowering his form, kneeling almost but not. He had let one fang start to peer out, which was more painful than both, but he gave in and both loomed out. His mouth moving over the plump mound of his bottom while the rest hid behind jean fabric. Lowering the right side so a mouthful of him could enter his mouth and sink fangs into him. Letting blood ripple over his tongue to slide down his throat. Demon give him the strength.

He was listening for him. Anything really. A sigh, some pressured moan or even a humble hum. Sliding the jeans lower and feeling some of the pressure give way over his form and allowed him to step out after lifting fangs from flesh. Licking the line of blood with a smooth tongue. Moving his head away as he motioned for him to step out of those pants. Dragging nails along his skin.

Sevanni rose, letting his body press against a nude Shaden. Hanging lovely like the perfect bedroom piece. Wrapping arms around him as his head rested by the Side of Shaden's. A small hum raised from that throat as he let an admiring right hand roam over the smoothness of his skin. The abdomen. Lowering to Shaden Jr. and feeling him not only with flesh on flesh, but letting his body press closer to his had allowed Sevanni to feel him inside. Each mortal encompassed drought that vampires should have forgotten. With Shaden, he could feel it. He could feel it in his blood and seep into his head on what it was he was thinking. He wouldn't do that yet, for now he would simply listen. Listen and admire and play. After all, wasn't this something that they both wanted? Of course.

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[Shaden Grace]

"Put your arms above your head with palms pressed as if you were praying." Shaden noticed the dominant tone, it was close to be scolding. Which, he had no problem with. In fact he liked it. But had he used that tone with him anywhere else other then here in the bedroom, he would have gotten a very nasty comment, and he wouldn't have liked it. That tone was also acceptable in this type of situation. He obeyed, raising his arms and pressing his palms together. He watched curiously as he removed something from the bag. He tried to see inside before it was zipped back up but had, sadly, saw nothing. Damn.

Then he was very close to him. Standing face to face. It was a double looped band, that he had pulled out, he found out a second before one end was placed in his mouth for him to hold, while the other was in Sevanni's. His head tilted up a little as he watched his hands move up his arms, and seeing his left hand grasp his wrists. Then he messed with the ceiling, and a ring fell down to touch his fingertip's. Bonds were removed from mouths, only to then be placed over his wrists, and latched it to the ring.

Sevanni had slid back, looking at him and clearly liking the view. Shaden's smile was cocky and sexy as he looked back at him. He had an issue with this whole, bondage thing, but it wasn't something that Shaden minded. It was cruel for someone like him; to have his hands bond and unusable was torture. The this was probably punishment for having touched him in the wrong place at the wrong time. Having his hand slapped away and everything. It was a good thing he hadn't taken that one step further or it would have been worse then just that.

He moved behind him. He absolute hated that he couldn't see him. But he was also very anxious to see what all he was planning to do to him. Arms moved around him, playing with the sides of his jeans. His tongue ran over his lips. Waiting for what he was sure would happen next. And even as he thought it, it happened. The button was released, and then the zipper was slowly lowered. Too slowly for his impatient body. They were lowered half way. However, what he did was not expected, but very nice all the same.

A small satisfied moan was given through teeth. No one else had ever done that to him. He'd never given anyone the chance. Then again, Sevanni was the first to be allowed to tie him up this way. Twice even. Damn he had it bad. The jeans were lowered further, and then a second or so later his fangs had been removed. But not his mouth, not before licking away the line of blood. He stepped out of his pants when motioned to do so, kicking them away with his feet. Another small moan as nails were dragged along his skin.

Suddenly his body was pressed against his. Arms once more wrapped around him, and his head was rested by his. The small hum from his throat and that right hand, roaming over him, was enough to send shivers of delight through his body. God he wanted him. This just wasn't fair. Being tied up. If hadn't been tied up right now, he'd already have him. He'd a;ready touched every part of him. Tasted him. His hand moved down to his abdomen, and then lower still. He trembled. Such a terrible sexual frustration moving through him right now. He pulled in a deep breath, actually feeling like he needed it. He could feel the beginnings of his control loosening. Coming apart. It wouldn't necessary be a bad thing, if he lost control, it was just a pain in the ass to put back into place.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Oh how Sevanni loved hearing noises spring from those lips. It made him push fangs into him a little more but not brushing against anything of grave importance. He tasted wonderful, and it was good to have had him again. It felt like forever since he had a taste of Shaden. Such a divine treat, and here it was nearing Halloween.

Having those hands move over flesh in such a gripping and relaxing way. How smooth his skin was. Even for a man, vampire or not. His tongue moved over the line of his neck as Sevanni enjoyed Shaden's masculinity. Teasing him with various formations and mashing pressure to light. That tongie of his pressing against skin as he drug it along the side of his neck before nipping his skin only a little.

He moved to his ear lobe as he forwarded long thriving strokes. Moving away and sliding over him as he rounded to face him. Through raised arms Sevanni had slipped his hand around his head to take a nice firm hold of his hair. Not pulling it, but grasping it well enough to guide his head back as he so fit. Sneaking in close so that he could feel Shaden's invisible and nonexistent breath. More like, his scent. That which wafted through the air and burned his senses alive. Shaden. He was bad news bears for sure.

"Tell me what you want." He pushed saucily through partially gritted teeth, teasing Shaden below, teasing lips with his own as eyes searched his soul. This bitch was an egomaniac, or so it seemed. Fucking Sevanni. To want to know what it was he wanted so he could play. It had been a while since he played with Shaden, shame it had to end eventually. Plus, he was pent up, so there was an incredible amount of things he wanted to do with Shaden. To Shaden.

He moved his head forward, under. Kissing the underside of his jaw with slight pressure that men usually held for a woman when they passionately wanted them. Then came the second as he knowingly pulled his head back slightly. Tasting the length of the front of his neck before meeting him face to face and kissing his lower lip. Letting teeth take hold of it and drag away as he let it fall away. Sad to let such a thing go.

He took his hand away, at least until Shaden spoke. He was incredibly turned on by how he grew in his grasp. It was hard not to do the same thing, and it was hard to hold it back. Still he roamed that mouth over Shaden's form. Around his chest, and he teethed a nipple enough to make a sound emerge from Shaden's lips. Fangs wanting to pierce him again there just under the rib cage. It was his favorite place on a woman, and since Shaden had been the only male encounter he had ever had in his life, he wanted to see if it was just as sweet as a womans.

His form was so raw. Sick. Masculine features that wowed even him once he saw him that way. Nude and even partially nude. There. He kissed him right there under the rib cage. Palms pressed flat over flesh on each side of his head as he opened his mouth, letting eyes look up at him before lowering and closing as fangs penetrated Shaden's skin. Biting him in the best spot possible. Oh he would feel it. He would feel him draw his blood from that body. Appreciate that his wounds would heal. He wanted to make him make more noise.

[Shaden Grace]

He seemed to enjoy playing with him. His masculinity. Making him grow hard and ready to play but with nothing to do. No where to put his pent up frustrations. Sevanni really had no idea what he was toying with. Oh he thought he did, like most people who had the pleasure of getting in him their bed, but very few ever saw the other side to him. That crazy, pain addicted side that cried out for more pain. That's what was a tempting to come out now. The last time he had, he'd gotten himself into a little more trouble then he could actually handle. But it was just so hard to focus on that when his tongue was moving along the side of his neck, nipping at the skin, and he was making him feel just so damn good.

He couldn't breath, the commend wouldn't even go to his head, there was no room for other thoughts then what he was doing to him, how he was making him fee, and the small sounds of pleasure that he made move past his lips without his permission. Sevanni had finally come back around to face him, his hand moving up to take grasp a hold of his hair. He smiled. He knew that would had been a good idea, growing his hair out. Was he good or was he good? His head was moved back, he didn't fight against it, though he was tempted to.

"Tell me what you want." Issues. The man had issues. He remembered their first time, Tell me... and now this, it was along the same lines. He really got a sick pleasure out of hearing him, and others, tell him what they wanted. He loved it. His tongue moved along his lips. He wouldn't answer just yet. Sevanni wanted to ask the question, then he could show some patients and wait for the answer. It was only fair. His lips teased his. It was like playing with fire. It simply couldn't be controlled. His head moved forward, under slightly, and he kissed the underside of his jaw.

Oh he was such a tease. The way he kissed his bottom lip, and let his teeth grab a hold of it, then let it go after pulling on it a little. His hand let him go, clearly a cruel punishment for not having given him an answer yet. The absence of his touch nearly made him give in through. His lips had parted, ready to reply to his question, when Sevanni's mouth had started to roam over his chest, and a nipple was taken into his teeth, preventing him from talking, and making him sigh, and tilt his head back, his eyes partially closed.

A kiss was given just there under his rib cage, and he lifted his head to look down at him, palms were pressed flat on each side of his head as he watched him open his mouth. Eyes looked up at him before lowering and letting fangs pierce through his skin. He could feel it. Feel his blood being drawn away from his body. And he fucking loved it. So much. His hands wrapped themselves around the band that held them, a groan from the back of his throat leaving his pretty little mouth, and a whispered yes, as he once more tilted his head back.

Then it happened, the carefully placed control slipped away, maybe he had been secretly wanting to let go or maybe the building desire in him had weakened his mind enough for it to be thrown out the window, either way, if Sevanni wanted to play, now he'd really get to have some fun, and at the same time witness something so few others had. The only thing that showed differently now were his eyes. No longer sea glass, but a more simple dark gray. He waited until Sevanni had finished below and stood up right again, facing him, before he smiled and opened his mouth to finally answer his question.

"So Sevanni, you want to know what I want, do you?" The smile didn't fade, and his gaze was playful and filled with mischief, "Well I'll tell you... if you come closer. Very close." He waited, to see if Sevanni would listen, and actually move closer then close should have been. "I want you to hurt me, Sevanni." He sighed, and his smile widened, "I've always wanted that. Right from the first moment I met you. I want you to cut me, and make me bleed." He was getting worked up just thinking about it. "I want you to make me beg for more, and finally, when neither of us can stand it anymore, I want you to untie my wrists, and then," He smile turned devious, and he ran his tongue over his lips, "Then, I want you to fuck me." This was all in Shaden's voice, but what he said were things that normally would never leave his lips.

[HIDDEN EVIL]

Fucking Shaden. He was like a coke addiction that was starting out in the early stages. Not as if he knew what that was like, but the obvious was, he was addicting. Getting into his head. Greedily making claim on him without so much as a thought. Wanting to. Exploring another side with Shaden for the first time, and here he was, in Shaden's little abode, having a play session.

When his eyes looked up to view Shaden's, it had driven him more into wanting to taste him again. He felt his body move but Sevanni's hands remained planted on his firm soft skin. Letting palms hold around the back to pull him closer and keep him close. This white rabbit wasn't going anywhere.

Sevanni heard the jiggling from above. He was only urging him to take more and more. Shaden was lucky Sevanni had control, otherwise, like most dumb young vampires, he would have drained even the most immortal of those around him. Shaden seemed young in appearance, but he was no youngling when it came to years and years upon this earth.

In his darkness he had explored the abyss of Shaden's sea. What he wanted was more of his life. Seep into his soul and draw more of him out. Tasting tongue against flesh had driven that mouth to seek more. Alas, he did have to stop and when he did after the aching pull of his whisper, stood to view him at a rather careful distance. Clearly those eyes had changed. Sevanni was used to viewing eyes of a different color, which was pleasureful to know that he had that quality that one had to change their sights.

"So Sevanni, you want to know what I want, do you?" As if he withdrew a breath and showed no failing signs of him departing. His smile was seemingly sneaky. Dangerous even. Shaden was up to something, but Sevanni didn't know what. Not just yet.

"Well I'll tell you... if you come closer. Very close." Curiosity snickered over his face. Shaden wanted to play a game, and Sevanni was all the more ready to play along. Sevanni stepped forward cautiously, standing so close that he could smell the breath that lifted out of that mouth. See the depths of the center of his eyes. Feel his member just barely touching. "Tell me."

He breathed out over those lips as he looked him in the eye both challenging and sinfully. "I want you to hurt me, Sevanni." That was one. Feeling hollowness in the pit of his stomach. A sigh escaped those lips and Sevanni swore he felt it on his own.

Eyes traced over lines before steadying back on his own. Shaden's smile widened as if he was out of his ever loving mind. It was so fucking sexy he wanted to just set him free and ravage the hell out of him.

"I've always wanted that. Right from the first moment I met you. I want you to cut me, and make me bleed." Did Shaden pick up a handbook on how to please Sevanni? Was one ever written? There had to be a class for everything he had said had sent him reeling with excitement and various springs of motion emerged soon after.

"I want you to make me beg for more, and finally, when neither of us can stand it anymore, I want you to untie my wrists, and then," That look in his eyes and over his face. Something lurched inside of Shaden that Sevanni had never witnessed before. He was by far more willing than any female and it made him want him so much more than Shaden could bear to take at once. Shaden's smile turned devious, watching those lips after eyes lowered as he let his tongue run over them.

"Then, I want you to fuck me." Oh he would. He was going to make Shaden feel as though those words should have never left his mouth. Poor Shaden.....he was going to get ripped apart....and he didn't even know it. Yet.

There was a sickness in Sevanni that came out through partially gritted teeth. Shaden had stirred him up so bad that there was no going back from this one. He eyed him deviously as he backed away and turned, picking up the back and moving behind him with vileness. Placing it on a surface and unzipping it.

Sevanni took out a ten blade from a small box of scalpels, removing the cover from the shiny sharp object. A small glass no larger than a shot glass. Turning to make his way closer to him. His head. Sevanni moved closer to his head from behind, whispering in earshot. "You have no idea what you have just done." And before Shaden could speak so much as a vowel, Sevanni had pressed the tip of the metal against the back of Shaden's back. If he had wings, they would be partially cut. Stretching the blade through skin and letting blood spill heavenly out and into the catching glass. Moving it away as he pushed his head it to taste from the fountain of youthful vampire.

He moved in front of him. Feeling the slow dripping stream that would soon vanish near the crown of his ass. Holding the glass up to his own mouth so that he could drink his own blood. "Taste yourself as you taste me." He told him with a soft command. Letting the harshness of his tone form over words with ease. The glass he could let sit on the side by the door on the floor. Sliding it away so no one would get hurt. At least not by those means.

As he kept eyes focused on Shaden's, he let his tongue slide over those lips. Tasting his blood on his lips. Those lips had a taste of their own. The blade, once again touching Shaden's flesh there on the side of his abdomen where his cut line was. Wanting to breathe heavily as he lowered eyes to see what direction he was going. His left hand placed on the other cut line of his hip. Stopping just above the thigh after letting his eyes roam over his facial expressions. Take in all those wonderful sounds that he had graced Sevanni's ears with.

Sevanni lowered. How very close he had been to his manhood, and it was such a shame he didn't even let one single piece of his own skin so much as touch it or tease it. That was the tease in it's self, however his lips had pressed over the new cut. Taking more of Shaden into himself. It was like being rejuvinated over and over again. God help them both.

With each sigh and moan and put out about anything from Shaden's lips, it had sent Sevanni swirling with a heated rage of passion. After knife playing, he was sure to go back to the toy chest to fetch another toy.

Note: I am not into knife play, but hey, these are vamps.

[Shaden Grace]

Shaden gaze was almost challenging as Sevanni looked at him deviously before backing up and turning, grabbing the bag and going somewhere behind him out of his sights. He was ready for anything he would do to him. He wanted so much pain. He'd wanted it from the very beginning, and he'd tried so hard to get it from him. He'd acted like an ass, and had called him so many different names. He'd threatened him and still he had never reserved any kind of punishment from him. He'd been very disappointed then, but he had a very good feeling that tonight he wouldn't be. Finally he'd get what he'd always wanted.

It wasn't even his fault he liked pain so much; no, that blame could be directed toward his makers. Those two.. the things they had done to him. It was because of them he couldn't live without pain. That pleasure and pain often came together to form just one single bliss of emotion that caused him to damn near lose his mind. Very few realized just how unstable he could become when he lost control. Like now. There was no telling what he might do once Sevanni set him free.

He heard him doing something behind him, grabbing something from the wonderful bag of toys no doubt. He wanted to yell at him to hurry up. Then he felt him come closer, and then there were words whispered by his head. "You have no idea what you have just done." He smiled, opened his mouth to reply, and then there was a blade cutting into his back. So the words never made it passed his lips. But a small sound did, whether that was one of pain or pleasure was unclear. Just a odd mixture of both. There was a hint of madness to the soft breathy laugh that left his lips as well. "Finally." It was whispered so softly, he wondered if Sevanni would even hear it. Sevanni had said he didn't know what he had done, and maybe he didn't, but he did know he was going to love it.

He was tasting him again. He could feel it. And the cut on his back gave off such a delicious amount of pain. But it was already fading from his mind. He wanted more. Needed Sevanni to cut him again. He moved in front of him then. He held up a glass filled with blood, his blood, to his lips. "Taste yourself as you taste me." Again there was that kind of commanding tone, though this time it was softer. He didn't care. He gladly accepted his own blood, letting it slide down his throat. Damn he tasted good.

Shaden kept his eyes focused on Sevanni's just as he was doing the same with him, dropping his guards, letting him get a small glimpse of the unstable madness that truly was Shaden Grace. Unquenchable desire, and blood lust that could cause more damage then he knew. There was so much more to Shaden then anyone cared to realize. No one knew or understood until they saw it with their own eyes. What a shame it was. Madness could be beautiful too.

Sevanni's tongue moved over his lips, licking away the blood on them, though he probably didn't realize how at risk he was putting himself with actions like that. It was best not to have ones face anywhere close to his when all control was gone. The blade was touching his skin again, and his body waited in anticipation for the next cut to be made. It was there, just on the side of his abdomen. He moaned. He'd lost count how many times that sound had now been let passed his lips. He couldn't help it. It just felt so good. He wasn't looking when Sevanni had glanced up to watch his face. He was pushing him so far, the need burning inside him, and every cut, and touch only fueled that fire in him.

A shiver of pleasure went through him as he felt Sevanni's lips touch this new cut, once more taking more of his blood. Greedy bastard. He smiled and looked at at him. He was so close to touching his manhood, it was cruel of him to not at least touch it, and he knew that. Sevanni knew just what he was doing. The damn tease. His smile turned into a smirk, "I believe your just as addicted as I am, Sevanni." The words leaving his lips softly, still looking down at him. Each time he made a cut, he drank from him, and when the blood had been left on his lips, he had licked that away too. Sevanni appeared to be just as addicted to him as Shaden was to him. And that was only fair. At least he wasn't alone in this. He wasn't the only one who was consumed and addicted. It gave him a small comfort to realize that.

It was almost funny how he should end up becoming consumed by someone so much older then him. Hell, Shaden had been turned when he was twenty-one. He was sure that if he knew Sevanni's real age he'd find a big age difference. Though, when you didn't die and lived forever, ages just stopped seeming to matter. Still, it never stopped amusing him.

He was anxious for the next cut, for more blood to be spilled, and to feel more pain. He wondered what other little toys he had for him. He wanted to know almost as badly as he wanted the pain. However, there was also a thrill in not knowing what he might take out of the bag next.