something somewhere out there keeps calling
SEEKING RAKUEN
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T'was the hesitation that brought the King to his metaphorical charcoal knees. Had he misinterpreted the information he'd gathered after spending such a long while with this one? Surely not. He need not worry however, for as he stared, his mismatched gaze boring into the he-beast, the brujo turned to face him. Darcia's heart stopped entirely. The fuck was that look. It made him ever the more uncomfortable. Ever the more hot under the juniors crystal gaze. Suddenly even the stars were much too bright for the vampire of Bright Moon. Darcia had forgotten how to inhale... And exhale... Until Iason's head moved from side to side, sending the stimulating look to its grave six feet down. The demons portals widened in shock as the hellish gargoyle worded his sentences. Each syllable tore the black brute apart bit by fucking bit. No. No Darica, I couldn’t do that. Not to you, not now. No, no... not my best friend.. Not-- NOT TO HIM? suddenly shock turned into utter disbelief and the dangerous fighter stepped up to the plate, not caring if his brother had anything else to say. "You are a damned foo--." His words were cut off instantly as the white wall of muscle collided with his own structure. Libido hung in the atmosphere just as stars are hung carefully from the night sky, each in perfect alignment with another. His words were lost to Darcia in the dark prison of his own pelt. The heat from his Betas jug radiated on his skin, sending shivers up and down his spinal column. "Do you think I would allow just anyone with a dick to take me? I'd be sickened if it were anyone else." Whether or not the white seraph heard his sharp words was lost to the regal... But he did know that whatever the hell Iason did after that... Made him yearn for him beyond all belief. It was as if opium had been replaced with Iason himself. Darcia didn't want it-- he craved it. Lusted after it. Like tying a thread around his neck crafted from the strongest element, Iason tugged him into the darkness. Without coaxing, the creature of Dis followed, a dark fish in the river of night. He could smell the stench of his soldiers arousal, the sweetness of sweat. He could almost taste on his tongue the syrupy flavor of desire that enveloped both of them.
What was strange was that although Darcia appealed to the eye of a female to be the initiator of a relationship, Iason took that role. As soon as he was claimed, Darcia flattened his auds. It did nothing to drown out the godforsaken and unbelievable sounds he was making.... But it showed just how much of a show he put on for others. Queer. Odd. Strange. Uncomfortable. Painful. These adjectives are nothing compared to what Darcia had running through him. By the time the two were done, he couldn't even feel his pillars. They were as butter is beneath a hot knife. [ doin the do... ] He could barely breathe as he collapsed on the cool floor, feeling soiled and utterly grotesque. His breath came out in strained pants, his eyes half-lidded with pain and pleasure. Darcia, more than anything, wanted to tell him now. Wanted to explain that he was not just allowing this to occur because it was a request of his dear friend's. But he need not do so. Many times he had uttered his counterpart's title as they had been bonded. The Lord couldn't even put his words straight now. It would be best for him to stay quiet. Would be. Of course, Darcia took that into no account. It was in one ear and out the other within a matter of seconds. He opened his mug slowly. Though dizzy, he pronounced his lyrics with the utmost care. I have hidden and shied away from my own emotions for too long now. You have brought them right out of me, as they linger now on my lips as sweetly as the after-taste of honey. I have wanted you, Iason. A drowning man craves the relief of oxygen as desperately as I have for you. he need not explain right at this moment the reason as to why he had avoided him. It did not flicker in his mind at this time... but later it would, bringing back memories of a terrible sickness that had claimed his mother and driven his very father to madness. When his old man had passed on into the after life, Darcia had sealed away love from his heart. Paradise Sickness. It would tear with a vengeance at Darcia's heart tomorrow morning. If this male was infected with it as his mother had been... if his soul was taken away from him. Darcia would not survive.
darcia
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