Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter 21.
Title: Polinues Marines, the would be mage.

Chapter Title & No.: #21. A Blooddrop between us.

Author: Darkling Willow

Pairing: Non.

Rating: NC - 17
Abuse, Anal, Angst, BDSM, Bi, B-Mod, Bond, Death, D/s, H/C, HJ, Humil, Language, M/F, M/M, Minor, N/C, OC, Oral, Preg, Rim, Spank, Violence, Voy, VS, WD, WIP.

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Summary: Amraeen gives the perfect gift.

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Chapter 21. A Blooddrop between us.

Polinues poked the steel ring in his right nostril once again, smothering a sneeze in the sleeve of his moss green robe, then lay his head back down on his arm, and returned his stare up at Leyjen.
The teen was transcribing from a large tome, completely unaware, it seemed, of anything around him.

Polinues startled a little when the amber eyes darted a look at him, and Leyjen whispered across the table,
“Get back to work, bed bug, or I’m eating your dessert at dinner.”
Polinues sighed, but didn’t move.

“What? What are you staring at? Stop it, please. You’re making me uncomfortable.”
Leyjen squirmed on his seat, and looked like he had lost his focus, his amber eyes scanning the text of the old book.

“I’m just admiring the ring in your eyebrow. It looks pretty.” Polinues whispered back, and he could have sworn that Leyjen blushed.

“Stop saying things like that. Get on with your homework now.”

Polinues sighed again, raising his head from the library desk, and picked up his quill, getting on with the homework he would be given in the following week.
He had finsihed this weeks homework last week, and last week’s homework the week before that. He had gotten into trouble the first time he had skipped ahead of his class, so now he and Leyjen just kept it between the two of them.

Outside the library window snow was coming down in fist sized flakes, fluffy and glittering, the waxing cresent of the Blood moon rising above the distant mountains, the waning white sister moon wouldn’t rise in another two hours.
It was three weeks until the New Year celebrations and Polinues was feeling antsy.
He hadn’t been home since the Blessing moon, when he and his twin had managed to ruin yet another Life-day party, and he wasn’t looking forward to going home for Samhain.
In all honesty he wanted to stay at the Temples with Leyjen, and celebrate the new year with him alone.

He scribbled a few more lines of his homework, before he put the quill down again and resumed staring at his mentor.
Leyjen was eighteen summers now, since Beltane.
Polinues thought he was so beautiful, so tall and lean, with rippling muscles under golden olive skin, and those piercing amber eyes. The hair was down to his shoulder blades, wavy and shimmering dark auburn, flawless strands pulling free from his loose braid, framing the angular face so perfectly that he looked like an angel.
Polinues sometimes, secretly, imagined that Leyjen was a god. An all powerful god of good, sent there to protect him. Sometimes, when the sun hit Leyjen’s hair in just the right way, Polinues imagined he could see a crown of flames on his brow, and a shimmer of magic in the air around him.

“What? You’re staring again, Polinues. What did I say about your homework?”

“I’m done. Or almost. You can have my afters anyway. I don’t mind you eating it.”

Leyjen groaned quietly, and started putting his inkwell and quill away, eyeing the eight year old across the desk.
Polinues followed suit wordlessly, chasing Leyjen out of the library, tucking small fingers into Leyjen’s thin hand.
Leyjen lead the way through the deep trenches of snow, past the ruins of the old Abbey, to their convent, Polinues locking the door behind them as they entered Leyjen’s room.

“So. Vanishing spells. Is that where we were?” Leyjen asked, pulling a well worn book from the secret chest he had hidden in his footlocker, and patting his bed as he sat down.
Polinues giggled wickedly, drawing a deep breath, and Leyjen looked up.

The room was empty, except for a faint shimmer on the far side of his breakfast table.
Leyjen startled a little, but then frowned, and asked the empty room,
“So, this is how you make Hiram and Thelaura not see you when you don’t want to go to bed? Come on, Polinues, stop it.”
The shimmer brightened for a moment, and the boy appeared with a proud smile on his face.

“So, how do you do it? What are the words?”

“No words. I just think about hiding, about disappearing, and I make everyone not see me.”

“Another one of those spells that just come to you, huh? Well, then we have to focus on the feeling of it. How does it feel? And what do you need to feel to make it happen? And how well, and how long can you hide for before the spell wears off?”

Polinues climbed onto the bed, pulling loose the laces and buttons that held his hood in place, a cleverly designed system that his sister Lanja had come up with two years earlier, when he had recovered from his wounds.
He sat down cross legged, and scratching the back of his head, he answered,
“Why do we have to think about that? Why isn’t it enough that I know how to do it?”

“Because you have to be in absolute control of your magic. If you fumble on the slightest part of the spell it can be disastrous. Now, tell me.”

“I can do it better and for longer the more upset I am. Like if Arlathi and Belnsair are being really, really mean I can do it so big that I can make your room disappear.”

“My room? Back at the castle? Why my room?”

“Yeah, at the castle. I don’t know. It doesn’t work in my room. Maybe it’s because my room is so big, or so many doors, I don’t know. Anyway! I feel angry. Irritated at my brothers, at my family really, and I just don’t want anyone to find me. The longest that I have been able to hide was three hours, but I was so tired afterward that I slept for almost a whole day.”

“What does it feel like? The spell itself? When you’ve cast it, what does it feel like?”

Polinues wrinkled his brow for a few minutes, trying to find the words to describe something as vague as a feeling,
“Like I’m in water. Like there is this big bubble of water all around me, and it keeps out everything, people, sounds and everything.”

Leyjen quirked an eyebrow, and started leafing through his journal, pausing from time to time, scanning quickly over a spell or a passage.

Stopping on a page, he read it over, then looked up, asking,
“When you use that spell what happens to other people? They just don’t see you? Like when you make my room disappear, do people forget where it is, or do they just not see the door?”

“I asked Thelaura, last time I did it, and she told me that she had passed the door many times, knowing that there should be a room there somewhere, but she couldn’t find the door. But she said she had felt unsure of where the room was supposed to be, like she was confused.”

Leyjen nodded his head, turning back to his journal, then handed it to the boy,
“Here it is. Those are the words, and I want you to learn them, so you can summon that spell with words as well.”

“Nah, I don’t want to! I don’t need the words…”

“Polinues! Yes you do. One day, when you’re strong enough, you’ll be able to use that spell to hide others as well, and then you’ll need the words.”

“Can’t I just learn the words then?”

“No, by the Wraith, you’re so fucking stubborn! What are you going to do, when you and your friends are about to be attacked by some monster, are you just going to politely ask the monster to wait while you learn the spell?”

Polinues blew a raspberry at his mentor, as he pulled the journal up on his knees, and sank his nose into it.
While the boy read the spell over and over, Leyjen arranged a few sheets of parchment on his desk, with a quill and inkwell, telling Polinues to write out the spells he had been set to learn the previous week, when he finished.

Leyjen sat at his breakfast table, writing in his journal, while the boy worked, the white moon rising slowly in the evening sky, and both of them jumped when the dinner bell rang out in the still air.

Quickly they gathered their things, and walked over to the canteen together, Polinues again tucking his small fingers into Leyjen’s hand, and holding tightly.

“Evening, you two. It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. How are you, novice Marines?” Tisék nodded his head at the little boy, as he sat down at the end of the table, next to Leyjen.
Looking up Leyjen blused slightly, nodding a hello, but his shyness getting the better of him.

He fought the urge to kick Polinues under the table when the boy answered,
“I’m fine! We’re both fine. You haven’t seen us because you haven’t been here in a while.”

Tisék laughed breathily, and consented.

“Uhm, Leyjen. I wanted to ask your help with something. One of your teachers told me that you are very good at reading Parsirian, and I have this text that I just can’t make heads or tails of. Do you think you could take a look at it with me, before lights out?”

Leyjen nodded without looking up, and muttered into his dinner,
“Yes, I’m pretty decent with the elvish. But I’m sorry, I can’t do it tonight. I have some things I need to work on with Polinues for tomorrow. Maybe another night?”

“You do? What’s tha…Ouch!”

Leyjen kicked hard, Polinues spilled his drink as he cried out, and Tisék jumped to avoid the cold tea that hurtled towards him.

“Of course. Any time. Just let me know when you have the time. It’s nothing too important, just some reference that I’m trying to put into context.” Tisék smiled at them, nodding at Leyjen, as he picked up his cup and left the table.

“You fucking racoon’s arse! Why the fuck did you kick me?” Polinues hissed across the table, his chin resting on the edge as he reached down to rub at his aching shin.

“Geez, wash that mouth out with soap, boy! You’re worse than your baboon of a brother.”

“Yeah, well, where do you think I learnt it? What the Hell was that about anyway?”

“I’m sorry I kicked you. I just needed you to stay quiet. I have something that I have to go do tonight, and I don’t want Tisék to know about it. I need you to promise me you won’t come to my room tonight either. Even if you do have a nightmare.”

“Oh, great! So, even if I have a nightmare, I’m just supposed to stay quiet and wait for morning in my room? With my nightmares? Geez, yourself, thanks!”
Leyjen chuckled, munching on his dinner.

“I’ll come to your room before morning and see how you’re doing, alright? I just need to be alone tonight.”

Polinues pouted at him, then nodded his head reluctantly.
The boy turned his attention back to his dinner, and ate with great relish.
Leyjen pecked at his food, his stomach growling for something a little more substantial. As he turned his attention to his dessert, a small hand reached across the table, pushing ahead of it a small clay bowl, Polinues’ dessert.

Looking up Leyjen caught a quick glimpse of regret on the boy’s face, so with a smile he pushed the bowl back, and placed his half full bowl next to it, whispering,
“Here, you can have it, and the rest of mine. I’m not that hungry.”
The sacrifice was well worth the smile on Polinues’ face as he wolfed down both bowls of pudding, cherry had always been his favorite.
As they plowed through the snow back to their cloister, Leyjen stared across the compound, making sure he had not been mistaken.
Sure enough, across the Temple creek, in the oldest, tallest oak, there was swaying a blue ribbon, the sign that Amraeen would be waiting for him by the Garden Gate.

His lips twitched, sharp canines scratching the itch, and Amraeen smiled into the bare shoulder, ghosting his fingertips over the smooth brow, the high cheekbones, and back over the full pink lips.
Leyjen’s eyes fluttered open as he tucked his lip under his teeth, scratching the tickle.

“What are you doing?”
He rasped, his voice broken after the night, Amraeen smiled wickedly, whispering back,
“You are so beautiful. You’ve only gotten more beautiful as you’ve grown up, and I just don’t know what to do with myself anymore.”

Leyjen laughed, pushing playfully at the Vampyr, who laughed with him, pulling him closer and smothering him with a kiss.

“You’re so full of it, you know that don’t you? Here I am, this innocent little country bumpkin and then you swoop down and corrupt me in all the most decadent ways…”

“Hah! You? A country bumpkin! I would like to remind everyone present of who it was that threw himself at who! At only fourteen summers I might add!”

“Me? Never! I’m not some loose country goose! Get off! You’re crushing me!”

“Nah, you’re not a loosey goosey, just a slut! I’ve met whores with more shame than you!”

Leyjen growled, twisting under Amraeen, struggling to roll the Vampyr off, but only managed to get himself wrangled up in the sheets, and claimed with a hungry kiss. After a few more minutes of playful tussling, Amraeen fell back on the bed, and cupped Leyjen’s cheek gently.

“Today is my Birth day.”

“Huh? What’s that?”

“Exactly what the name implies. It’s what you call a Life day. In Senizja it’s called a Birth day.”

“Oh, really? Wow! Why didn’t you tell me? I would have gotten you something.”

“I don’t need anything. I’ve got you. That’s all I need to be happy.”

“It’s not about being happy. Life day presents are meant to show the affection of the giver to the receiver. It’s a celebration of the receiver’s life. Or something… now that I think about it, I have no fucking clue why we give each other presents on our Life day.”

Amraeen chuckled, kissing Leyjen naked shoulder, fingers tracing the muscles of his chest lovingly.

“Anyways! How old are you then?”

“Two hundred and eighty winters.”

“Doesn’t that make you more than three hundred? If you were twenty one when you were turned, and you’ve been a Vampyr for two hundred and eighty…”

“No, no. I was turned two hundred and fifty nine years ago. I didn’t start counting back at one after Lyarnan turned me. I just kept going where I was at. And now, today, I have seen two hundred and eighty winters.”

“Didn’t you tell me you were twenty one summers when I asked you first?”

“Yeah. But in Senizja, we always count our age in summers, no matter when in the year we are born. I just started counting it in winters when I went to the Etherial, because it confused people that I’m born on the Blood moon, but count my age in summers.”

Leyjen consented with a look, turning his gaze up at the ceiling for a moment, Amraeen scraping canines over his white shoulder, drawing tiny pearls of blood, and licking them off.

“What are you thinking about?”

“What I should get you for a Life day present. This sucks! You should have told me ages ago, so I could give you something absolutely brilliant.”

“I told you I don’t want anything. I’ve got you. And that’s all I want. And maybe a quick fuck before you leave.”

Both of them laughed loudly at that, Leyjen kissing Amraeen quickly on the lips.
Laying back down on the soft pillows the teen stared up at his lover, an unsettling thought creeping up on him, making him squirm under the loving gaze of those blue eyes.

Amraeen had not changed at all in the ten years since they had first met.
His hair was still platinum blonde, his eyes still free of crow’s feet, his face still soft with slightly rounded cheeks, halfway between a teenager’s and a grown man’s. And he would never change. Leyjen would grow up, mature, grow old, and eventually this human form would die but Amraeen would remain exactly like this for eternity. It frightened Leyjen.

Amraeen twisted around in the bed, pulling a small pouch from his nightstand, and facing Leyjen he said, almost shyly,
“I have something for you actually.”

“What? No! It’s your Life day, you shouldn’t be giving me stuff.”

“No! I can do what I want then, like you said, it’s my Birth day. I don’t want you to get all full of yourself because of this. I’m only giving this to you because I love you.”

As he spoke he pulled a long silver chain from the pouch, hiding what was on the end of it in his palm.

Leyjen held his breath, eyes large with anticipation.

“It took me more than a year to get this done. I wanted to give it to you on Beltane, but it wasn’t ready, so I thought it was a good idea to give it to you now.”

Amraeen opened his palm, a single blood red crystal, no larger than a drop of blood, hanging in a plain setting from the chain, glittering in the fading night.

Leyjen gasped, the crystal sparkling in his eyes.

“I decided when you were sixteen, when we spent that night in your room at the castle… the next night, when I woke up in the secret passage, knowing that you had saved my life by doing what you did… I decided that if I couldn’t give you the Blooddrop for real, I would give you something to represent it. It took me the better part of a year to find just the perfect jewel, and then the jeweller has been making this for me for over a year. Also, last night it had been four years since that first night we shared.”

Leyjen took the chain reverently, studying the crystal intently, his eyes misty when he looked up,
“It’s your Blooddrop. For me. I can’t believe it’s been four years since I tricked you into taking me.”

“You didn’t trick me. I just couldn’t resist you any longer. Not when you threw yourself at me that way.”

Leyjen blushed, sitting up he unclasped the chain and moved to put it on, Amraeen sat up and reached out to help him.
As he closed the clasp behind Leyjen’s neck, he bent down and kissed the exposed side of his neck, nibbling at the skin, canines sinking into his jugular, and Leyjen threw his head back, moaning loudly.

Leyjen leaned forwards, allowing Amraeen to enter him, then sank back down on Amraeen’s lap, his back flush against the Vampyr’s cold chest.
The blood red crystal swung between Leyjen’s nipples, warm against his skin, Amraeen entwined their fingers on Leyjen’s chest, Leyjen trapping the crystal between his palm and his chest, his heart beating wildly underneath.
Amraeen drove into him with slow thrusts, his other hand tangled in Leyjen’s hair, his lips suckling at the bleeding mark on his neck.

“Dizzy, Amraeen, dizzy.” Leyjen whispered, the Vampyr moaning into his neck.

Amraeen untangled his fingers from Leyjen’s and raised his wrist to Leyjen’s lips, hissing,
“Here, drink. Drink deep.”

Leyjen’s canines sprang forth as he tore into the muscular arm, gripping it tightly with trembling fingers, and swallowed the salty blood that flowed down his throat.
After a few swallows Amraeen’s thrusts became erratic and harder, Leyjen stroked himself fast and frantic, as their senses hightened, their moans mingled with the slap of skin against skin, and screaming in ecstacy they came together as one.
Leyjen’s back arched hard enough to make it pop, and Amraeen gasped for breath, as they crumbled down on the bed, their hearts racing wildly, every sense hightened to just this side of the painful, it was a game that they had been playing for over a year now, and neither had ever lasted more than a few mintues. Leyjen had soon discovered that the effects of Amraeen’s blood could last for weeks if he drank enough.

They lay quiet, in a jumble, for long moments, then Leyjen lifted the jewel from his chest and stared at it, studying it closely.

“Is it a real Blooddrop? Like one that you produced?”

Amraeen sighed, gathering the teen in his arms, and kissed him gently,
“I’m sorry. No. I tried for months, I would produce a Blooddrop again and again, but when I didn’t give it to anyone, it just faded, crumbled down to dust and disappeared. I worked with the witch, Arlin, and the jeweller, and a mage I know in the city, but nothing we did worked. No matter what we did, it would always disappear. So, when I was about to give up, the mage, Qualmir is his name, he told me about this crystal. It is called a Tear of Blood. He helped me find one and then the jeweller made the chain and the setting for me. But I can tell you, I’ve never seen anything that looks as similar to an actual Blooddrop.”

Leyjen smiled, wrapping his arms around Amraeen and kissed him deeply.
The Vampyr responded with the same passion, reluctantly breaking the kiss.

“You have to get going. The suns are coming up, and I don’t want to get you into trouble again. Is that Tisék still keeping an eye on you?”

“I don’t know really. He seems to, sometimes, he’s always asking me to help him with something, or telling me he needs me to take a shift at the Healing Halls. But then, other times, he barely notices me. Why? You still concerned about him?”

“Yes. There is a new Vampire in town. It’s living on the west border of the forest. I haven’t met it yet, but I know it’s there. I might have to leave for a while, go to the Baron’s Clan’s court and see what I can find out. Do you still have that talisman?”

Leyjen raised his arm, shaking his wrist to reveal a thin oxblood leather thong, bearing a single round charm, among his numerous bracelets.

“Good. Don’t take it off. Make sure Polinues wears his. And I’ll let you know before I leave.”

“How long do you think you’ll be gone?”

“A moon. At least. I’ll be home before the Wolf moon, I promise. Watch out for my signal. Now, haul ass, I need to go to sleep.” With that he pushed Leyjen out of the bed, the teen tangled up in the sheets fell with a loud thump to the floor.

Half an hour of passionate kissing and necking later, Amraeen closed and locked the door behind his lover, Leyjen running through the forest, racing the rising suns.