As soon as his kisses demanded dominance, Ghost revealed himself to be awake. Crimson eyes met crimson and quicksilver. That mirror… was it sick to say that it made the vampire’s heart jump ever the more fervently? Despite his determination to make the scarred skull man work for his meal, NeMO persisted, breath hot and desperate. Ghost… he could take the dominant role at any time and the Epsilon would gladly give in to it. He could just imagine his scruff being pulled back by a mere mortal. At last the brute’s maw parted and NeMO snatched the opportunity to do as he wished. The bloodsucker crawled closer, if that was even possible, as soon as his partner began to show a fight for dominance. And NeMO let him take control before he threw a curveball and snarled, power flowering in his pink muscle as it broke Ghost’s barrier. But it was not without consent. The pirate’s creamy plumage flicked with interest as he dug deeper, finally grasping the hellion’s lower jaw. As soon as he released another growl, Ghost put pressure down on his mug. With a flick of his crazed eyes, NeMO pushed into it, breaking his own skin against the other ones canine’s. Masochistic couldn’t even cover what NeMO found pleasure in. As he pulled back, Ghost did exactly as he wished him to. He held on. The skin dragged against the knives, pulling and NeMO felt a whine come to his throat—though he held it back. It was not one of pain or fear. No. It was pleasure. Absolute appreciation. Yet it never touched the atmosphere, instead it stuck in his throat, waiting to be pulled out like some kind of fish on a hook. He muffled himself by tugging on the gladiator’s audette. Then he spoke those words of his. Those fucking crazy words of his.
Silence passed from Ghost to NeMO. Yet the knightly court figure did not find this to be deterring. He was not pushed away from what he found interest in so easily. The coo of a dove finally came into audible range. It was exactly the kind of voice the gargoyle was yearning to hear. How he managed to listen and calculate the results of the words and not just hear the chords behind each phonetic syllable… only Fenris knew. I suppose I want to finally be accepted. Growing up a bastard has always left me the outcast. Immediately the mad monster sucked in a breath. That whine of his dissolved completely. His libido lowered significantly and his desire for the brujo’s blood… it fell off the planet. A bastard? The outcast? Wanting to be accepted? It was disturbing, the uncanny resemblance. Without any emotion, the ranked courtier took in the whole scene before him. This boy, perhaps younger than himself… had gone through the same shit he had. Were there scars on him? Just like the dragging of razors across his own skull? Just like the scars lining his back legs up to his hips? Just like the imprints of hate on his stomach? The warboy scooted away from the pathetic creature. Was he still interested in this thing? Or was he completely turned off because of the fact that despite their similarities, they had chosen two different paths? Not that he could have helped his own. After CLOVER died, Eric brought him blood. After refusing to touch it for days, he finally gave in. And though he had looked back before, he no longer detested himself. But he did find it grotesque to kill off others. So he stuck to loners and even animals. Things that didn’t have families that he would be tearing apart. The pale nightwalker moved without his own approval at his decision.
Grow up, then. he hissed gruffly as he maneuvered himself in front of the boy. He stared down at him with a glare, glowering from above. You do realize that unless you accept yourself, you can’t fully appreciate the fact that someone else is willing to accept you, right? He grabbed Ghost’s scruff, roughly demanding him to get up. If he didn’t, he would do so more forcefully, perhaps even toss him to the side, tempting the jaguar to perceive him as a threat or a fight. Now he stood tall, begging for the other ivory warrior to approach him. With what kind of emotion? Well he was tempting it out. The only way to get over anything was to face them with the desire and absolute desire of a man overcoming a wall. You could only get to the top if you ran at it. Why are you looking back! He snarled, completely different now than the wolf he had been when they had first woken up. His banner tossed itself behind him. His next words were muttered under his breath. Ridiculous. If Ghost had come after him with hate, he would be dancing with him now—if not, he would be circling the underdog. What you want is right in front of you. Yet you are too idiotically blinded by your own past to see the potential of not being left behind. Now the muscular male stopped right in front of him, marching up to his face, getting right in it, hackles raised. If you’re sick at looking at others backs while they leave you behind, take initiative and get over yourself. Take what you want and toss away that desire because I can fulfill it without even breaking a sweat. NeMO swung around then, pushing his rear into Ghost’s chest and lowering himself to the ground halfway. He was asking for it. Literally begging to be mounted.
I want you. He snarled, turning his skull so he could see the hessian out of his peripheral vision, then he turned his face forward. I will never allow you to be an outcast. I will never leave you. I’ve already accepted you as you are. He paused a moment and then spoke again. And if you wish for company oher than my own, I can find others for you. I can take you where you want to go and watch over you as you meet others. And if you fall for someone and want pups with them, I will continue to accept your decision. With me, you will never have to worry about saying things that might sound offensive. They are not. I understand your pain. In a way that only one who has gone through it themselves has. Which is why I want you to know that this weakness of mine is caring too much for you now. You’ve just increased my desire to shadow you. You’re perfect.
adult - vampire - Epsilon of Andere Seite – captivated by Ghost – heirless
