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blood and apples
Mar 8 2009, 5:47 PM EDT
Pre dark was always a time Jason dreaded. It was not the fact of what he had to do for his master, but more how that cold man made him feel. Feelings that would warm as quickly as Jean Claude's body with his blood running in the vampire masters vains.Shower water turned off and Jason walked out dripping water all over his room, he had little fear of any looking in, while he was nude and undryed. softly padding about the 10 by 10 foot room, just big enought for a double bed and a few bits of ferniture. Jason regretted that he had still not managed to get cable in to his room. Hell modden lights had only become installed at the last power struggle and the death of the last master at Anita's hand. Jason shivered, the light wind bring small rised bumps over each fourarm. Pushing as much of his inner feelings down he colected his care free mask, fixing a flerting smile. Pulling tight jeans up, black, he left the top button undone and walked out his room to meet his dinner date, Jean Cluade. Do you find this valuable?
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1. RE: blood and apples
Mar 8 2009, 6:06 PM EDT
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Midnight blue eyes opened in the darkness. The close, familliar quality of the surrounding coffin one that never failed to make his bearly beating heart fluctuate in his chest. The first breath of the day entered his lungs with a sharp hissing sound and then the voices crowed in. Blinking, because it gave him a sense of where his eyes were, not because he needed to. He waited the split-second it took for his mind to sort through the roar and single out his wolf. Jason, the beat of his heart heard even here in the coffin room as he strode down the corridor. His scent was but a memory as yet, but the sound of his thoughts, not the content, just the sense he was there, called to him. Promising an end to the ache in his throat and the emptyness burning through his innards as though acid boiling in some ancient vat waiting for the ememy hordes. He smiled at the thought, sharp teeth pressing against the softness of his dry lips. All this having occured in seconds, he rose, pushing the lid on its well-oiled hinge and sat up. Head turning toward the door, even as his mind raced over the usual inventory, accounting for all of his people with determined efficency. It was habit, but it was also the first task of the night, necessary to their very survival. Jason moved closer through the underground and Jean Claude lifted one hand to his hair. Knowing the feast that moved toward him like a warm wind in the deep winter chill of his eternal night, how could he not dress and primp, at least a little? Hurrying toward his room with a speed to rival the eldest of those who called him Master, he carried his change of clothes into the bathroom, closing the door softly behind him. Do you find this valuable? |
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2. RE: blood and apples
Mar 8 2009, 6:29 PM EDT
He past other co workers and freinds in the halls conecting his meanual one to the more larger and lush set's the higher up's got, Jason even thow he was pom de sang to the master still felt some litlle street rat in a candy store. Compared to most the undead, he was but a child to be used, food that walked. At least his master treated him better, Jean Claude would talk to him, not just bight and run. Giving a sigh he pulled his thoughs back from hoveringover the presapis of dread and past.Smiling he was unaware of how his master was up and aware of his aproce. Standing before the door Jason knocked his usual quick seris of short taps to the closed door. Shifting from foot to foot wating to be called, willing his half erection to die down. 'please let me get through this night without him knowing' Jason silent prayed. He did not want the secrot infactuation know his cearfuly hidden lust. Do you find this valuable? |
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3. RE: blood and apples
Mar 8 2009, 6:55 PM EDT
Glancing in the large reflective glass of the mirror that took up the majority of one wall, Jean Claude checked his appearance one last time as Jason paused outside the door and tapped out his presence. The crisp white shirt displayed a deep 'v' down the center of his chest, just showing the edges of his cross shaped scar, which was slightly darker in colour to the rest of his skin. Frilly lace ruffles poured around the opening and around his fingers, where it hung low over his wrists like snow on christmas morning, and about as warm. The tight black leather trousers clung to his long legs like a second skin, showing off the lines of his ass and the contours of his thighs, leading to the soft kid-leather boots that enscased his calfs. All of this combined with the frothy mass of his gleaming black locks and his perfect bone-structure painted a very attractive package. Bloodscent creeped around the door, filling the room and racing straight for his brain. The hunger burning through him was a delicious torture, something he enjoyed, now he knew it would satisfied. Memories of his earlier years in the provinces of France tried to rush over him, but long practice forced them back. He would live in the now and worry about the future. The past was only good for teaching lessons of mistakes never to be made again. Feeling the cold in his limbs like a numbness that ate into the very marrow of his bones, he turned and opened the door. The inhilation was slow and deliberate, though his mind froze for less than a miro-second. Jason was fresh out of the shower, damp still as though he had rushed himself to be here so punctually. The blond hair plastered to his scalp and darkened by the water that clung to the limp strands. His body heat radiated his scent into the room, a combination of blood, wolf, magic and something that was distictly Jason. It was tantilising and heady, and it brought on the Bloodlust in an instant. cont... Do you find this valuable? |
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4. RE: blood and apples
Mar 8 2009, 7:02 PM EDT
Sweeping past the young lycanthrope and moving to the bed with it's blue silk sheets, he posed for a moment. Scenting the wolf's lust on the air. It was always there, had been almost straight away, but it seemed to get stronger and more pleasant with each encounter.Holding out one arm and beconing with the other, he invited the other man to come closer. "Come wolf, let me taste of your offering this night," He deliberately used the vioce on his, letting it fill the room and close around Jason like the arms of a lover, slow and sinuous. Do you find this valuable? |
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5. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 9:50 AM EDT
Eager eyes tracked his master, noting each movement to memory for his own plesure later on, when jason would be alone and Jean Claude tucked up with one of his lovers. The comand to go to the pail body streched out over blue silk framed like a center peace of a banquit. Jason felt the tremmor deep within him, a soft purr. Jean Claude's voice coressed across his bair chest, rising light blond hairs, with a soft shake of his head and the usual flerting smile, Jason moved forward. Door shut behind him. Moving like a dream, the world narrowing only to the siran man before him calling. It amused Jason how every time he came to offer his blood, offer the very life that beat only to keep this man healthy, strong and powerful leader. Still it was only a small token. Jason felt like he wanted to drop to his knees, beg, no confess his hidded secrot. Moving across the silk sea, moving with both otherworldly grace and his dancer training. Jason was an atention whore normaly but now his movement was solely becose he knew it pleased the dream who watched him. Eyes unblinking and still like only the dead can be. Not a breath to brake the spell cast in those few minets. "how would you like your ofering." Jason lounged back exposing every inch of him, from the teazing glimps at his semi open fly to his slighty cocked neck in offering. Jason felt so aware of the room, as if his wolf prowled just below the serfice, but it was still a week before the moon would call to him and force the shift from man to beast. But all the sencers bought him little informations from the other man but he wanted him, hungraly wated for the chance to devower him. Do you find this valuable? |
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6. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 2:19 PM EDT
Hyper aware of every tiny detail, Jean Claude watched the movements of his pomme de sang as he glided with a grace that reminded him of a jungle cat, more than a wolf. The sway of hips, the teasing grin and that slightly unsure twinkling in those gorgeous blue eyes set a fire to burn in his mind, though his body could do nothing now in its half dead state. The Bloodlust tinged with their mutual desires rushed over him. He had to answer this demand before he lost control of himsel and did something stupid. There were very strict rules for proper etiquette concerning one's conduct around one's apple of blood. At times like these it was frustrating. All he wanted to do was quicken their sexual needs and sink his teeth into that beautiful warm throat, drinking down his life force and feel it flood through him so he could then sink a very different part of his anatomy into the man. Patience was a virtue, like all forms of self-denial, regretably.Relenting to at least part of his thoughts and needs, Jean Claude placed a hand behind Jasons head. The heat radiating out of the man warming his cold hand even as his hand cooled that skin. Jason shivered at the contact, blue eyes sliding shut with a little sigh, before struggling to open once again. Then there was no more thought concerning anything but the aquisition of this necessary substance. Jean Claude stared down into Jason's face and rolled him, feeling the power stretch out of him and into the other man, as though invisable hands sought to cup that brilliant mind he hid so well with ghostly fingers. He didn't know what jason felt, only knew the body in his arms lost the last of its tension as he turned limp and pliant. He bit him then and was lost to the taste of lycanthopic blood. Drowning in the heat and power as it coursed throughout his body. He was completely unaware that in his frenzy his body scaled the other man's so they lay like lovers in the silk sheets. Do you find this valuable? |
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7. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 2:45 PM EDT
Jason was used to being roled, knew it was Jean Claudes way of making the taking of his blood more plesurable. not that it wouldn't have been for the young wolf. he may not be a compleat masicist, but he could dabble in the plesure of pain.Giving a soft sigh, he by instict wrapped his arms about the cool body hovering above him, pulling the man closer into a tight embrace, warming him both inside and out. tighly spasoming fingers held on to Jean Claudes sholders, soft mones into atentive ear. Do you find this valuable? |
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8. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 3:11 PM EDT
Reality slowly returned as he licked over the wound in the werewolf's neck. Jason's blood coursed through his veins, warming him in degrees. It was as if he could feel where the blood had moved to as waves of heat washed over him. Then he realised they were wrapped in each other's arms. Again. The feel of their bodies stretched out along each other was pleasant, but if he didn't move soon, Jason was going to know his feelings, and that would never do. He eased off the other man and lay beside him, still luxuriating in the after effects of the power washing over him. "Sil vous plait, mon loupe," he murmured as his eyes closed in contentment. Do you find this valuable? |
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9. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 3:23 PM EDT
Frazled and muzzy still form having his unrequited love so close , Jason had to bight his toungue to keep the winne from escaping as Jean Claued moved out the embrace. Copper filling his mouth all he could do wad nod, shutting blue eyes for amoment or he would be offering a bloody kiss to his master. a kiss he would want to turn to more. as it was he was hard down there. so far he had managed to pass of his little problem as being roled. no onther vamp could get he to react quiet the same way.blindly flopping back on the bed boneless, lapping up the words. wanting to ... wanting. arousle filled the air, teazing his nose and it was hard to tell quite whoes it was. As the world slowly righted its self and Jason felt the vampire master move back giving them both breathing space, he did let out a small sad sigh. maybe one day he would not be strong, somehtitng would slip. no one ever wanted him. not if they new of the dark shadow that he tried to call past. Rolling over taking the silk sheet wth him, he curled up hoping Jean Claude would leave soon for work. then he would not have to see this prized werewolf blood dona brake into small bits. The act was getting harder to keep up when they was alone like this each day. Do you find this valuable? |
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10. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 3:38 PM EDT
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As Jean Claude pulled himself up, Jason rolled away, pulling the sheet over his body with a sad little sigh. The sight made his chest tight. The young man was in pain, but what it was that tormented his so, the vampire had no idea. Leaning over the bed, he brought one hand down on the exposed shoulder, rubbing gently. It was the kind of thing Anita would do, and he had found it to be effective in the past. He wanted to show this man his apreciation, and alone like ths, he could indulge in the softer emotions. He had to trust the wolf would not use this gentleness against him, he had nothing to gain by doing so. Years of faithful obedience and loyalty deserved something special in return. Standing up again, hand slipping off the tense body on the bed, Jean Claude strode from the room. He had ment to save this for another occasion, but it looked as though the boy needed a little distraction. He had retrieved his gift and returned to the room before Jason could move from the bed. Do you find this valuable? |
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11. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 3:58 PM EDT
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He did not mean to tence up at the now warm touch on his one bit of exposed body, but he felt just that baire conection would sully the noble lord vampire with Jason's sins. Jean Cluade knew all about him, the hurt little boy who never was good enouht, looking for atention. Not that he felt like that so mcuh now, but when the shadow swolowed him trying to drag him down.Do you find this valuable? |
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12. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 4:45 PM EDT
Easing down onto the bed next to the tense little bundle that was his usually confident Jason, the vampire stroked the damp strands of hair out of his face. Eyes squeazed shut like a child trying to hide from monsters in the dark, he seemed even younger than his 22 years."Jason," He called softly, careful not to use the voice this time. "Look at me for a moment." Do you find this valuable? |
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13. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 4:50 PM EDT
he couldent, he shouldent. Jason opened his eyes unable to resist the plain voiced request.meekly he glanced up throw his eye lashers. "yes" was all he could croke out. not a tear harsh voice just small and thick with longing. he wanted so much just to beloved for him. not some vampires flunky or wolf. not so another could get power or sleep with a stripper. just him. Do you find this valuable? |
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14. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 5:05 PM EDT
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The look in those eyes threatened to break his iron-clad hold on the `ardeur`. It sceamed of needs and cravings that were so close to passion. The innocence in those blue eyes cried out for acceptance even while faint traces of arousal wafted around the room from earlier. Whatever had caused this strange mood in his wolf, it was breaking through his defenses with quiet strength.Sighing, more power in it than he intended and making the other man tremble, Jean Claude pulled his hand back. "I have a gift for you," He told him, holding out a large silver ring set with a swiss blue topaz. The ring was rather elegantly simplistic, a smooth band of pale metal, with the usual claw fitting clutching the semi-precious stone. The stone itself was carved into a wolfs head, detailed with uncanny skill. It had been made to his own specific instructions. Inwardly nervous, and not liking the feeling, he radiated his usual calm facade while waiting for the young man's response. Do you find this valuable? |
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15. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 5:14 PM EDT
Jason blinked, dark shadows blowen away with such a small gift. his first form Jean cluade. "what can i say" Jason looked up face raw with his fasonation of the skill, tilting it to inspect how fine a master jewler must have been employed for this.arousle from before drifted mixing with a faint trace. cocking his head to chace the phantom. but it was gone. he wanted to thank the vampre, tell him just how deeply he would cherish this. a gift. "its specile to me. thank you." Jason rose up on his knees to bow at the waste over the bed, half his body still tnagled about in the sheet. hiding how instant his cock had awoken, heard pressed agains his tight jeans. he blushed as he dipped down in the bow knowing that not only werewolfs had keen sencers. Do you find this valuable? |
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16. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 5:30 PM EDT
The pain disappeared from the young man's eyes as they widened in shock over the gift. The sincere gratitude in eyes the exact same colour as the jewel made him smile slightly to himself, blowing away the nervous tension he hadn't been showing. "It's special to me, thank you," Jason said, leaning forward into a bow over the sheets. The sudden strengthening of desire stuck him like a fist to the gut. If he'd needed to breathe he would have been winded. He couldn't hide his eys, however, and by the sharpening of his sight, he knew they were bleeding out, the blue spreading until he almost looked blind. The bloodscent from the young man's blushing face did nothing to reduce this problem and he felt himself growing hard in his leather trousers. Fighting the `ardeur` was fast becoming his biggest concern. Little tendrels of desire laced with hunger spiralled through him. He could not start this, it was against the rules, but `Mon Dieu` this was difficult to resist! Do you find this valuable? |
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17. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 5:42 PM EDT
Taking the ring he sliped it over his left hand on the middle finger, a perfect fit. Jason looked up to see blue swolowing up the wight. it was like a wherlpool draging him down and half risen he was in the perfect view to see the leather pressed out, tented.a knowing smerk flitted acrosee jason's face before he once more sented the lust fulling air. "would my master like to drink again of my honeyed delights?" leaning back, still on his knees, jason layed back on the bed, flaunting his body, arching it in a mock pose of orgasam. this was a dangrous game, to bait the auder and not be able to feed it, would couse jason to look weak. as pom de sang he was to offer all the food his master needed, be it blood or other wise. Jean Cluade had never slackeded his thirst when under the aunder with Jason, usualy the vampire sought more stronger lovers, like anita or asher when that line was opened up. "comand me my lord" Do you find this valuable? |
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18. RE: blood and apples
Mar 9 2009, 5:56 PM EDT
As Jason performed his little display, Jean Claude lost some of his reasoning. Did the man not realise that he'd just offered to feed the`adeur`? The thought of that lithe body straining under his own was powerfully attractive and he could feel the walls crumbling around his control. "Comand me, my Lord." Drowning in desires, his own and those of his wolf, Jean Claude moved along the length of the bed, careful not to touch. Beside the blond, surrounded by the scent of blood and arousal, he whispered, "Will you let me feed, Jason? Will you let me bring you, so that I may feed on your release?" Moving closer still, so that his curly hair glided along skin he still had not touched, he added, "I can roll you again at the end and taste of your blood. It isn't what our Asher can do, but it is pleasure beyond mortal capabilities." Do you find this valuable? |
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19. RE: blood and apples
Mar 10 2009, 7:46 AM EDT
"yes." was the soft reply.jason's heart skiped a beat for finaly geting one of his long time fantacys. Jean Claude was a wet dream, sculped in just the right way to look like a dark god. each curl perfect and with his eyes consumed, his other worldness just called to jason's own lust, faning flames that he felt would ash him at just one kiss. "dont roll me, i want to remember." he felt his skin tingling like dust falling, prickling him, so hiper aware of the other mans closeness. Do you find this valuable? |
