Krowe

Krowe

Chapter warning(s): Slight violence, blood consumption, M/M Slash, Sex, Anal, Hand job, Language

  

 

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Chapter 23: “Staunch”

 

About a month had passed since their arrival in Morbus’ stronghold. The days seemed to drag on, yet breeze by at the same time for them. After traveling for awhile, it seemed strange to just stick around the same place without much of a purpose besides eating, bathing, and sleeping.

During those weeks, Annej had spent the majority of his time being trained at combat by Varka. It was something that he had heavily insisted on and wouldn’t let up no matter how much the Original tried to persuade him that the training wasn’t needed since Varka was more than capable of protecting the human. Being as stubborn as he was, the white-haired man would not change his mind. He had been helpless when he had been a child and had spent many years locked up and treated like a lab rat. The urge to fight, well, in his case, to be able to fight and defend himself burned more with each passing day. He knew the world was dangerous and he wanted to make sure that when the time came, he would be able to defend himself and his friends. There was no way in hell he was going to be some dismal, useless damsel in distress.

Varka spent most of his days brooding and keeping to himself when he was not busy training Annej. He kept himself scarce and hardly spoke a word to anyone. If he did speak, it was often in clipped tones that implied heavily that he was not in the mood for company, let alone idle chit chat. Most of them didn’t know why Varka seemed more aloof than what was normal for him, but they understood his need for solitude all the same. Varka was Varka and it was better to just leave him alone. Even his Makabre baby kept his distance as if sensing his “mother’s” need to be alone. However, whenever the Original sought rest in his bed, the Makabre was instantly there to curl up against him without clinging or cuddling.

The Original would not admit it, but ever since that confrontation in Krowe’s room, he had been avoiding the man like a flesh-eating disease. Not only did he go to great lengths to actively avoid the doctor, but he ignored him as well whenever Krowe came to watch him spar with Annej. It was easier for the proud man to pretend Krowe didn’t exist then to face up to what he now knew and understood. He would deny the truth all he wanted and delay the inevitable, but in the end he knew it was futile. The Original knew what was bothering him and he was pretty sure that the Reborn knew it as well. In spite of that, he was more than willing to keep digging his heels in the dirt as long as he possibly could.

Surprisingly, the little girl Lila spent a lot of her time alone. In truth, she was still grieving the loss of her family and the wounds were still unbearably fresh. Whenever it became too much for her to bear, Lila would leave her room and seek out some sort of distraction. Usually said distraction involved harassing Krowe endlessly. She had stopped trying to irritate Varka since he would normally just clam up and ignore her. The doctor was more fun to bother since he actually responded to her threats and taunts. As much as she mocked Krowe, she did not hate him. She would tease him and laugh. For many minutes, or even hours, she would forget about the pain that weighed heavily in her heart.

Sometimes…sometimes Lila would wake up in the night from a night terror, or not be able to sleep. She never remembered her nightmares, but she was pretty sure they involved the monster that had destroyed her village. It was so fear grippingly frightening that she would instantly bolt from her bed and sprint until she was in Annej’s room. She would then dive into his bed, under the covers and latch onto him like a hungry leech. Sometimes she would silently cry and sometimes she would just bury her face in his chest, breathe in his scent, and then most times drift off into a dreamless, yet far from restful sleep. On most nights, Annej was already awake whenever she ran into his room. Even when her rude arrival did wake him up, he was not the least bit surprised, angry, or annoyed. The stormy-eyed man understood more than anyone else how she felt and offered her what Varka had once offered him long ago.

Krowe…well, Krowe was never in the same place for long. He would constantly flit from one place or another checking on everyone as if he were a silent guardian. He was well aware that Varka was avoiding him and it amused him to no end. He did not dare try to confront Varka, but he did keep an eye on him when the Original thought he wasn’t looking. Of course, he knew at some point they would have to talk again. All this…evading was only making him feel more edgy and more tempted to give chase since it was driving his natural instincts as a predator haywire. And dammit, he’d been celibate for far too long now. It didn’t help that he had plenty of eye candy now. What was worse was having to daily watch Annej and Varka fight because something about them hitting each other was inexplicably hot to him. And then there was Varka. His frigid bitch behavior was making him rapidly lose control over himself. If the Original continued on acting like the solemn prissy pants that he undoubtedly was…then Krowe would eventually snap.

The Makabre baby spent most of his days napping, stalking Varka, playing with Lila, and wandering the compound. He did not make much noise and he didn’t say anything other than “Mama.” It wasn’t clear if he needed sustenance or not because Krowe and the others had tried to find out what he needed, but couldn’t get an answer out of him. He did not take the food that was offered nor did he drink the blood. He would just cock his head to the side and stare at the offered thing and make a low noise of puzzlement. Then he would walk away while slightly flapping his wings as if was still trying to figure out what they wanted him to do with the stuff. So far, the sustenance thing wasn’t a problem because the Makabre didn’t get any skinnier and he didn’t seem to lack any energy. If anything, the only thing any of them saw him consume was water.

Morbus was rarely seen at all. When she was glimpsed, she was busy fixing something. She spent the majority of her time working on her car and reminiscing. Whenever something else needed to be fixed, she would curse under her breath while pushing away from the car, and then she would reluctantly go get the job done. Even though she wasn’t the most social person and had spent most of her time alone before Krowe & company had arrived, she had adjusted quickly to their presence. The place was certainly noisier nowadays and when she was walking from place to place, she would hear muffled sounds that reminded her of the sound of a television. Ah, background noise.

All was well and things were good. But like most things in life, it does not stay that way.

 

 

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Red, Roz, Solas, and White had gotten side-tracked. Really, really side-tracked. Why? Because of a blizzard. The real problem was not the temperature. It was the fact that none of them could see a bloody thing. The Original and the clones could endure the severe temperature drop, but it was pointless to bother walking around in the storm lost since none of them could see a damn thing. Unfortunately, they would have to wait it out this time.

They had been forced to seek shelter in a nearby cave. Fortunately, they all had enough rations to last them awhile. The vampires had plenty of plasma pills and Solas had enough food and water to last for weeks. Of course, that was only if they all rationed everything accurately.

The hunter spent the majority of his time exploring every inch of the cave and even venturing out into the tunnels. It was several miles long and it connected deep underground to other caverns. Knowing that there was many tunnels leading to other caves made the hunter feel uneasy. He didn’t like being underground anymore than the others did. Being above ground was easy for him and he could easily figure out his surroundings, but down here, no. He had a hard time sensing anything and it bothered the hell out of him. He didn’t sleep much and kept watch even though Red and Rozaline insisted that it was pointless. Solas had this eerie, uncomfortable feeling that they were being…watched.

White was the only one out of the three vampires that felt as if something was wrong. He, too, felt the need to be wary. Whenever he felt Solas needed rest, he would take over the watch and keep vigilant the entire time. He also didn’t venture far, and if he went anywhere, he did not go alone. It was more out of intelligence than cowardice, though. It was never smart to go anywhere alone in unknown territory. Last thing he needed was something happening to him and his friends running off to search for him and end up getting injured or killed on account of his stupidity. No, no, he may be silly and have his ditzy moments, but he was not an idiot.

Red was bored. After weeks and weeks of the endless storm, he found himself hating snow for the first time in his entire life. Whenever he stared out of the cave he couldn’t see shit and that pissed him off to no end. The few times he had ventured out of the cave were brief and humorous because he would quickly come back inside looking like a grumpy snow man.

The female doctor didn’t fare any better than Red. She was frustrated for a number of reasons. One, they were stuck in some cave and Krowe & company were out somewhere doing the One God knows what. She didn’t even know if they were alive and well. Two, there wasn’t a suitable energy source for her laptop and other instruments so that meant she couldn’t continue her research while the storm howled. The most she could do was look over her paper notes, which she had actually had the foresight to bring along with her. And three, that damned hunter kept staring and smiling at her. He didn’t say much, but something about him just irked her. That and she found herself staring at him and wondering what he was. He didn’t seem quite human nor did he seem like a vampire. He was strange. Roz wanted to ask him, but she didn’t feel as if that was an appropriate question nor did she deem it necessary.

Ah, life was not particularly good and it didn’t seem to be getting any better. Yet, when the going gets tough, it usually gets tougher.

 

 

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Krowe opened the door to his “guest” room and wasn’t the least bit surprised to see a very frustrated looking Annej standing there outside his door. He then stepped aside so that the other could enter and as he did so, he said, “Already, huh?”

“Yes…you know what to do,” Annej grumbled with an edge of impatience tinged in his weary voice. He looked worn out and it showed more in his face than anywhere else. In spite of his obvious exhaustion, all that training had toned and defined his body even more than it already had been. He even walked with grace and agility that he hadn’t had before.

The doctor closed the door and walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge of the mattress and patted the spot right next to him in invitation.

Annej took the hint and sat down almost immediately.

Krowe stared at him a moment before he swept some of the human’s white hair out of the way of that lovely tanned neck, he leaned over and slowly traced the outline of Annej’s jugular vein with the tip of his tongue.

The stormy-eyed youth shivered at that, but otherwise said and did nothing.

“You must be tired if you’re not snapping orders at me,” teased an obviously amused Krowe who couldn’t help but crack a smile.

“Shut up,” Annej growled as his already flushed skin reddened even more.

Krowe smirked, “Make me.”

Taking those words to heart, the human grabbed Krowe by the shoulders and crushed his lips to the dark-haired man’s lips in an almost brutal kiss. A moment later he forced his tongue inside of Krowe’s unyielding mouth.

As if possessed by something, Annej shoved Krowe onto his back and crawled over him almost predatorily. He pressed his body down onto the Reborn’s slighter body, effectively trapping him there.

Krowe made no move to protest and nor did he voice it. In fact, he was pleasantly surprised by the human’s sudden gumption. He grunted into Annej’s mouth when he felt the younger man grinding his hips hard against his own. He was quickly losing his mind, but he wouldn’t lose control just yet. Krowe had many years of experience and that spoke volumes for him.

Without removing his mouth from Krowe’s, the white-haired man quickly and impatiently started to rip and yank open the Reborn’s clothes. The loud tearing of cloth would probably have irked the doctor if he had not been in the aroused state that he was in.

Mimicking the human’s actions, Krowe tore Annej’s clothes by the collar and then carelessly tugged the top part down his shoulders and off his arms until the top part of the outfit was bunched up at the waist. Tearing his mouth away from Annej’s, he looked at his handiwork and snickered, “You know, this isn’t what I meant when I told you to make me shut up…”

“Too bad,” Annej grunted as he stared down at Krowe. Seeing the half-naked older man splayed out before him in tattered clothing was doing things to his brain and body. Things that felt familiar, yet not. It was new to him, yet it felt like something he had always known.

Krowe moved to sit up, but a tanned arm shot out and kept him down. “Annej…”

“No more talking, Krowe,” Annej growled with a determination in his eyes that the other man had not seen before. Seeing him like this was like looking at a different person. This was not the Annej that he knew. It was almost…scary.

“What-“ Krowe started just as the rest of his clothes were ripped away. He watched in stunned silence as Annej yanked away the rest of his own clothing. Before the doctor could utter another syllable in protest, the white-haired man had covered the smaller male’s body with his own. Krowe hissed at the feel of smooth, soft skin pressed against his own. All rational thought flew out the window and he suddenly didn’t much care anymore.

Something had possessed Annej, but whatever it was, Krowe wasn’t complaining. He was a man, after all. He could only protest for so long and if someone like Annej was going to throw himself at him, well, he just couldn’t say no.

Annej once more ground his hips hard against Krowe’s, their erections rubbing deliciously together as he did so. His mouth moved down to kiss and suck at the vampire’s neck, leaving dark marks in its wake. All the quiet panting and little noises he was able to wring out of the doctor only encouraged him to grind harder and faster. The slickness that was now between them made it easier for them to slide against one another.

With dilated eyes, the ocean-eyed youth looked down at the older man as if contemplating something of serious nature. After a moment, he shook his head and then leaned over to kiss Krowe. He caught Krowe’s bottom lip between his teeth and then sucked it hard before he bit into the lip. It would have been gentle if not for the slight blood flow from the tiny wound. He eagerly sucked on the wounded lip until it stopped bleeding from the pressure of the suction.

Krowe’s slight moan brought the white-haired man back to reality. Annej couldn’t himself back any longer and knew that this time, there would be no foreplay or preparation.

Positioning himself so that he was in between Krowe’s long, strong legs, Annej reached down and manipulated Krowe’s legs so that they were bent against the dark-haired man’s chest. With that being done, he leaned over him and stared down into those silver eyes that were clouded with lust. He wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but he was searching for something.

Krowe nodded and smiled slightly. Feeling Annej’s impatience coupled with his own, the doctor reached down between them and grasped the other man’s erect manhood with his own gloved hand. Annej watched with half-hooded eyes as Krowe quickly positioned the human’s cock so that it was resting against his small, puckered orifice.

Without further delay, Annej took the hint by plunging inside past all that restricting muscle that seemed bent against pushing him out. Thanks to the pre-ejaculation that served as lubricant, he thrust in shallowly inch by inch. Annej gripped Krowe’s shoulder with one hand and used his other hand to help guide himself the rest of the way inside of the doctor’s taut body.

Not deterred in the least by the lack of preparation, the silver-eyed male almost immediately began rolling his hips in effort to get the other male to move. It had been a long damn time since he had gotten any and he wasn’t about to wait around forever for it, either.

Annej seemed to get the hint so he leaned over, pushed one of Krowe’s legs up more and then started to fuck him in earnest. As if possessed by some other being or entity, he rocked in and out of the smaller body at a hard, but fast frenzied pace. He didn’t make much noise except for the grunts of exertion as he ruthlessly plowed in and out of that strong, pliant body.

Krowe didn’t make much noise, either, except for the occasional low, breathy moan or the deep, quiet groan. He had never been one for a lot of noise, at least from himself; however, he had the distinct feeling that if their positions were reversed, and god-willing they would be sometime, that Annej would be a very noisy lover. Ah, that was something he fully intended to find out later.

He didn’t let up on his assault even when he felt Krowe’s legs wrap around his waist, which allowed for much deeper penetration. Angling himself differently, Annej thrust in again and struck gold, or something that was like it because Krowe instantaneously cried out while arching his back. Loving that sound, Annej sought that spot again and smirked cockily when the man underneath him lost all composure once more. Krowe’s back bowed, his legs tightened around Annej’s waist and he bucked harder against the human. The Reborn was definitely not new to this game.

Long droplets of sweat rolled down Annej’s chest and backside which had his white hair plastered to his sweat-slickened skin. Krowe looked just as sweaty and bothered as he did. The human even went as far as to lean over and lick some of the vampire’s sweat off with the tip of his long tongue. It tasted salty. It made him thirsty for something else.

There was no way that Annej had never done this before. At least, that was what Krowe thought before he felt hot white pleasure shoot throughout his body when Annej had slammed against his prostate again. It was incredibly good and it didn’t feel like he was being fucked by a virgin. There was no way, no way had that Annej never had sex before, yet his senses had told him otherwise. Annej was a virgin. He smelled like one. He tasted like one. But…he did not feel like one right now. Ah, but that would be something Krowe would file away later to review. Right now, his brain lacked blood and he didn’t much care where Annej had gained his sexual prowess.

The thirst in Annej rose higher and higher just as the pleasure coiling and writhing in his body rose to unbearable heights.  There were no thoughts in his brain. There was just feeling. He relied on instinct and instinct alone as he continued to pummel Krowe mercilessly into the bed.

The seemingly possessed Annej bent his head down so that his mouth was at Krowe’s neck. As he thrust into Krowe’s tight, receptive body, he laved the skin of the Reborn’s neck with his tongue. Sucking hard on an interesting part of the other man’s neck, he then dragged his teeth against it. Something in his head was telling him to do something, but he couldn’t hear it. All he could do was feel, feel it all. So he did.

Annej bit down hard on Krowe’s jugular right before he pulled nearly all of the way out of his ass and then rammed back inside. The head of his dick slammed against the dark-haired man’s prostate right at the exact moment his teeth pierced his flesh.

Krowe nearly screamed at the unexpected penetration, but it was far from terror or pain. The double penetration served as double stimulation to the point that he couldn’t take it anymore. As he felt that mouth clamped on his throat, heavily sucking his blood, he felt his body go over the brink. Even as his orgasm shot through him like lightning, he could still hear the amplified sound of a throat swallowing liquid and of flesh slapping against flesh. It was…strange. It was like being underwater.

The white-haired man came about a minute or so after Krowe had after a couple more jerky thrusts. As soon as his release soared through him like the best damn feeling in the world, he had pulled out and collapsed on his back like someone who had had the hindsight not to crumple down on top of his lover.

Krowe lay there on his back, soaking in the afterglow for many minutes. The only sound in the room was the sound of labored breathing that was starting to even out. Once he could formulate thought again, Krowe propped himself up on his elbows. He felt his neck where he had been bitten and then looked at his blood-smeared hand. He frowned and thought about it for several moments until he finally realized something that he had been too distracted to notice before.

“You’re…you’re-“ Krowe begun, but he stopped talking the moment that he noticed that Annej was already curled up on his side and fast asleep.

 

 

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“Shit,” Red cursed as he stared at the entrance of the tunnel. He looked as if he were inclined to pace, but something stopped him from doing so.

White walked over until he stood beside his fellow clone. He whispered, “What? What’s wrong?”

The luminous-eyed clone glanced at the red-eyed one and answered, “We’re not alone.”

Solas laughed deep. He pushed himself off from the wall and joined them in front of the entrance of the tunnel. “When did you boys realize that?”

Red rolled his eyes and growled, “Oh, if you knew something was there, why didn’t you say something before?”

The hunter shrugged. “It wasn’t important before. Whatever is watching us hasn’t attacked, yet. This isn’t exactly our home, you know. We don’t belong here.”

“We’ve been holed up in this damn cave for weeks now and you thought it wasn’t significant to tell us we’re being watched by some freak? Well, that’s just fucking great!” Exclaimed Red as he threw his arms up in the air. He then glared at the hunter and inquired sardonically, “Is there anything else that’s not important that you didn’t say?”

White remained silent as he helplessly looked between the two males. He suddenly felt guilty because like Solas, he had known, too, that something was lurking in these caves.

Solas was far from irritated by the clone’s outburst. In fact, he was fairly amused. This was the most interaction he had gotten out of any of them in weeks. He wasn’t much of a chatterbox, but every once in awhile, he liked to have a nice conversation when there was nothing to do. “Well…now that you mention it, buddy, I think I forgot to mention that we’re being watched by several of these, aha, well, as you call them, freaks.”

Red threw his arms up in the air again and then ran his fingers compulsively through his long red hair. “Great! That’s just fucking great!”

Fearful that they would be attacked, the white-haired vampire anxiously whispered, “Red, you shouldn’t make a lot of noise!”

The red-haired vampire rounded on his friend. “Oh? They already know we’re here, dumbass!”

White backed away and bit his bottom lip nervously. “Well…uh…we don’t need to get them all riled up, Red.”

Before anyone else could spit anything else, Rozaline had grabbed both clones by the arms and dragged them back to the area in the cave that they all inhabited. It was closer to the entrance of the cave and further away from the entrance of the tunnel. She forced them both to sit down in their spots and she gestured for Solas to come over.

Smirking, but not saying anything, the hunter walked over to the others and leaned against the wall. There was no way in hell he was going to interrupt her now. She was hot when she was fiery.

Glaring at the clones, Roz had her arms straight at her sides and her hands were clenched. She did not shout or scream, but she did speak in a low, but firm voice that dared them to interrupt her. “You two need to stop acting like a couple of quarreling children and get your acts together. You’re men, not kids, so act like it. I don’t care what is in there watching us. As long as it stays in there and doesn’t come in here then I do not care. Yelling and fighting is only going to provoke whatever it is. Because we don’t know what it is, it’s not a good idea to give it any reason to attack. We are stuck in this cave until the storm dies down so I highly suggest you boys behave yourselves and keep quiet. I know you’re both restless, but now really isn’t the time to go insane. We need to work together, not against each other. If the…thing really is waiting for a moment to attack, it will attack when we are fighting amongst ourselves. Don’t give it the chance, boys. Behave or so help me One God I will punch my fists up your asses!”

Red and White’s mouths both dropped open and they were simply stunned speechless. They had never heard Rozaline talk to them that way before. It was odd because normally Roz didn’t talk in such a brazen way.  She had never been a pushover before, but she had never been this…well, assertive.

Solas looked her up and down and noticed that her body language mirrored the dominant, ‘I dare you to fuck with me’ tone of voice. It was…well, he liked it. A lot. Simpering, docile women were always such a turn off for him. An assertive woman that could put her foot down and stand her ground was what he liked. Too bad more women weren’t like Roz. Well, scratch that. If there were more Rozalines, then he probably wouldn’t like her as much. Then again, who knows? All he knew was that he liked her for her.

“Am I understood?” Roz demanded to know as she glared at them.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Red and White both mumbled in unison. They could swear they could see a vein standing out on her temple. It was best not to piss her off any further.

Rozaline looked towards the copper-haired man and declared, “The same goes for you, hunter.”

Solas’ smile widened further and as he tipped his hat, he replied merrily, “Yes, Ma’am!”

One of Roz’s black eyebrows arched at that and she shook her head. She sat down in her spot and picked up her notes again.

Red shook his head and mumbled, “Weirdo…”

White smiled knowingly but otherwise said nothing further. He leaned back and silently kept an eye on everybody. It kind of felt like they were a family. The kind of family he had heard humans speak of.

It felt nice.

 

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The silver-eyed man spent a couple of hours wandering the dimly lit corridors for no particular reason at all except for the fact that he couldn’t sleep. Fortunately, he had another set of clothes in his room so that meant he wasn’t walking around in the nude. Krowe still smelled like sex since he didn’t exactly bathe or take a shower after. In truth, he was too bothered to do so.

His restless mind was ablaze with burning thoughts that just wouldn’t let him be. He thought about pretty much everything up to this point. He thought about his job, (assuming his clinic wasn’t burned down), his friends, (if they were even alive now), Varka, (what was or wasn’t up his ass), Lila, (the girl must be a demon from another life,) Annej, (What was up with this guy and why the sudden, but great sex), and last but not least, Krowe thought about what they were going to ultimately do. He knew Morbus’ stronghold was just temporary. There was no way they could stay here and impose on Morbus forever. He was probably already endangering his friend by hanging around here.

They all drove him crazy in some way, even the Makabre. Even though Annej and Varka could defend themselves, they still looked to him for guidance. Varka would never admit to that, though. Not in a trillion years. Ha, in some ways, it felt like he was looking after a family…

And that’s when Krowe stopped dead in his tracks.

Family.

He felt the heart in his chest clench with an old, familiar pain that to this very day tortured him still. He saw faces flicker before his eyes in the faded sort of way whenever one recalled something from a long time ago. These were things he purposely hadn’t thought about in hundreds of years. Until now.

What had unleashed them? Oh, right. The family thing. Ah, yes, Krowe was starting to feel as if Annej, Varka, the Makabre, and yes, even Lila was his family. He was like the head of the family, the dad and the husband. Lila and the Makabre were his children, Annej was his wife, and Varka was his…

As if sensing that he was being thought about, Varka appeared out of nowhere. He was about 15 feet away ahead of Krowe. He had walked into the corridor from another hall and didn’t seem to notice the Reborn yet. He had frozen though, as if he could sense something. His nostrils twitched, which indicated that he was sniffing the air. The silver-haired man slowly turned his head and looked at Krowe. He narrowed his crimson eyes, scoffed, and then turned on his booted heel. The Original then briskly strode away while his long hair and cape billowed dramatically behind him.

Happy to have a distraction, any distraction, Krowe quickly “followed” Varka.

 

 

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As soon as Krowe had entered the room, Varka grabbed him by the neck and slammed him hard against the wall. His face was inches away from Krowe’s and he looked beyond furious. His lips were drawn back in a thin-lipped snarl and his red eyes were brighter than normal. Even the slitted pupils were thinner than what was considered normal for the Original.

Varka was pissed.

“Why are you stalking me?”

Krowe offered a faint smile and shrugged, “Why are you so gorgeous?”

At close range, the Original could smell…Krowe’s earlier activities. Varka’s eyes narrowed even more and he released the doctor and stepped back a few feet. He scrutinized Krowe and didn’t miss the love bites all over his neck. If he looked mad earlier, he looked as if he were seething in rage now.  “What…have you been doing?”

“You’re a smart guy. I think you know what I’m been doing,” answered Krowe in a somber sort of manner. He was through joking around for now. In truth, he was kind of getting tired of Varka’s prissy, tight-assed behavior. Games were only fun for awhile, but they always got annoying if played too long.

“You,” Hissed Varka as he glared daggers at the Reborn. He didn’t seem to know what to say in this case.

Krowe found himself wishing that Varka was as vocal as Annej. Whenever the white-haired man had a problem or issue, he usually voiced it. Getting information out of Varka was like looking for a piece of hay in a stack of a million needles. Yeah, it was a major pain and usually led to blood of some sort getting spilled.

Not sure what to ask, but knowing he should ask something, Krowe shot for, “Are you jealous?”

“No, I am not jealous. Idiot,” drawled Varka who then turned away so that he was standing mostly to the side. His arms were crossed and besides his obvious anger, he looked very uncomfortable. He did not dare take his eyes off of the smaller male.

“You’re angry. That much I can tell.”

“Yes, I am angry. I would give you a gold star, but alas, I do not have any stickers,” bit out Varka in a viciously sarcastic manner.

Inwardly smiling at that, Krowe had to admit that was kinda funny in a way. On a different day, he would have laughed at that. But today, he felt like being cautious. There was something at stake here, but he wasn’t sure what. All he knew was that he was going to have to fight for whatever it was.

Settling for a different method, Krowe then gingerly inquired, “Fair enough, Varka. Why are you angry?”

The silver-haired Original looked away and muttered quietly, “I do not know.”

“Are you angry at me for having sex with Annej?”

Varka shook his head in the negative, but still avoided looking at the doctor.

“Are you angry at Annej for having sex with me?”

“No. Stop asking me the same question…”

Krowe sighed, but didn’t give up. He decided to go about it a different way. “All right then. How about…you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have not been avoiding you,” Varka immediately denied a little too quickly.

“Right. I forgot, I’m the 6’4” he-bitch White Warden that has been avoiding you.”

Varka finally looked at Krowe and he didn’t look amused. He glared at him and snapped, “I told you to stop calling me that!”

“Too bad. If you don’t like it, then stop acting like one,” Krowe spat and as soon as he had said that, he felt a wave of déjà vu wash over him. He smiled.

The silver-haired man was livid now. The smile at his expense, he assumed, only served to piss him off even more. Marching over to the Reborn, he lashed out to hit him, but was swiftly caught by the forearm. Krowe quickly shoved him against the wall and pinned him there with his body. Glaring up at Varka, he yanked the taller man’s head down by a fistful of his pretty hair. Varka opened his mouth to hiss something, but ended up getting a tongue shoved in his mouth as the Reborn kissed him with bruising force.

Normally, a stunt like this would have made Varka kick, punch, and scream, but instead, he merely sagged against the wall. He felt the teeth scraping against his and the tongue exploring his mouth. He allowed Krowe to do what he wanted, yet that wasn’t the worse part of it. What was worse was that after awhile, he returned the rough kiss.

Varka grunted when he felt a strong hand grab him through his pants and rub mercilessly until he was straining painfully against his pants. The hand rubbed and teased him until he felt like he was about to burst. All he wanted now was to get those damn restricting pants off. He didn’t even care if Krowe was there to see him touch himself.

Krowe broke the heated, heavy kiss in favor of asking lowly, “What do you want?”

As if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, Varka’s eyes widened and he hissed, “Fuck you.”

“Happily…” Krowe mumbled with a half-smirk. He quickly unbuckled the Original’s belt, yanked it off, and then hastily jerked the pants down until they were bunched down at his boots. He glanced down and stared at something that looked just as angry as Varka. “Wow, you are a big boy.”

Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Varka blushed. There was only a slight tinge of color to his pale face, but it was there nonetheless.

Before the silver-haired man could protest or sling an insult, Krowe had spun him around and shoved him face first against the wall. Taking the man’s height into consideration, the dark-haired man quickly kicked Varka’s legs apart until he was spread enough for him. That and it gave him easier access to that nice ass of his.

“You’ve got a lovely ass, too. Varka, you really should consider walking around naked,” Krowe commented as he cupped one of Varka’s smooth, taut cheeks in one gloved hand. He regretted the fact that he couldn’t take his gloves off now.

“Krowe, what the hell-“ Varka started to say, but stopped when he heard the distinct sound of something being unbuttoned and then the sound of something being pulled out. His imagination painted a scary picture for someone who did not want what was happening. Varka was not that someone. If anything, his nerves were tense and he was more excited than he ever remembered himself being.

“Just relax and take it,” Krowe ordered as he gripped one of Varka’s hips. With his other hand, he positioned his engorged cock at the other vampire’s orifice. Without further delay, he almost violently drove himself into the taller man. It took a couple more forceful thrusts to get all the way inside, but once he was completely seated, he paused. Varka was so incredibly tight and it felt like his muscles were doing their best to milk Krowe dry. No, not yet.

Varka, with his face still pressed against the wall, clawed relentlessly at the wall from the rough treatment. It seemed rough and violent, but he loved it. The outsider might believe that this looked like rape, but it was very much consensual. Varka was Varka. If he didn’t want it, then it wouldn’t happen at all.  

Once Krowe had regained enough of his composure, he started to slide in and out of the taut, barely resisting body. He started off slow at first, but built up the tempo of the thrusts once he felt Varka’s ass push back against him. With how rough and fast they were going, he knew this wouldn’t last long at all. Like before, there would be no foreplay, but they would both find relief.

Grabbing a fistful of Varka’s silky silver hair, he yanked the Original’s head back so that he could bite and suck at his throat while he brutally fucked him raw. Thick, powerful blood flowed freely into his mouth and he drank greedily as If it were limitless.

Varka didn’t make much noise except for slight grunts and low groans, and of course, the occasional gasp. He was silent, but he was also sensual. All the sensual expressions that passed his normally passive face and the sensuality that flowed through his body were incredible. Krowe wouldn’t have believed it was possible if he hadn’t seen it for himself.

The dark-haired male was thrusting into Varka at an insane pace that would have hurt Varka had he been human. Releasing Varka’s abused hair, he reached around and wrapped his hand around the Original’s neglected erection. Stroking him in time with the brutal thrusts, Krowe redoubled his efforts to fuck Varka harder and faster into the wall. It might have been his imagination or not, but he could see cracks forming from the sheer force of their tryst.

It was divine. Varka was in heaven. He could feel the coiling feeling winding tighter and tighter in his belly. He knew it would be over all too soon. He didn’t much care, though. It had been a long time since he had been fucked and he was eager to get his release. The Original would scream if he had to.

“Come for me, bitch,” growled Krowe as he repeatedly rammed into Varka’s tight, clenching ass. Every the Original’s back arched and his hands clawed at the wall, he knew that he had hit Varka’s prostate. He had purposely avoided it until now. Determined to make the silver-haired man come, he pumped Varka’s dick harder and faster as he relentlessly hammered into his ass. Each thrust pounded harder and harder against his prostate.

Varka bit his bottom lip to keep from screaming in bliss. His body couldn’t take anymore and that command was more than enough to make him ejaculate on the spot. Blood dribbled down his chin as the white hot pleasure ripped through him with such force that he literally shook before he came against his stomach and Krowe’s gloved hand.

After a few more rough, but jerky thrusts into that almost painfully tight, clenching ass, Krowe came, too, shooting his seed deep into the bowels of the Original’s body.

Panting against Varka’s shoulder, he felt the larger man collapse against him. Bracing against the heavier body, he wrapped his arms around Varka and gingerly stepped back. The Original’s head lolled onto Krowe’s shoulder and he then looked down at him. “Varka?”

Varka was sleeping.

Oh, damn, not again. Krowe sighed.

 

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