Of Blood and Destiny

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A/N: Of Blood and Destiny is an original rp adventure played by Triceybabe - Jin, and Best Left Exposed - Kuriin. We both have fun playing with these guys, we hope you enjoy reading. :)

(This chapter contains explicit sex.)


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Kuriin sat for long hours in a dark corner of a sleazy pub. The hunger still strong within him. He wondered if it was the elven blood that was affecting him. It was only one drop, but still... He'd never tasted such a heady draught and it pulled at him constantly. He couldn't get the young thief out of his head. He wasn't sure if he wanted to... and that was frightening. He hadn't had such strong ties since..."Damn it," he muttered. The memories were too fuzzy. He jerked his thoughts away from those painful scars. And Jin's face appeared like a wraith before his mind's eye yet again.

Jin strolled idly along. He was on his way to do a job. The man was suppose to be filthy rich and Jin was getting 40 percent of the loot. He smiled thinking about all the things he would be able to buy. His contact was supposed to meet him in a pub downtown. Going into the darkened pub, he sat down on one of the stools to wait. He was early and still had plenty of time left. "A tonic," he requested of the bartender.

Kuriin reached to light another cig and swallowed another mouthful of the bitterly awful liquid they presumed to call ale. He was stretched out in the uncomfortable chair, legs sprawled out in front of him. His mind wandering, he wasn't as alert as he should've been. The pub was so crowded, he couldn't see the other side, and that suited him just fine, as far as he was concerned. What better place to be alone than in a crowd?

Jin's body began to hum again. That only happened when one person was around... he quickly turned on the stool, surveying the crowd. His acute hearing picking up all kinds of sounds. His heart thumping, he hopped off the stool, drink forgotten, and headed towards the darkest corner of the room. On his way over there, he bumped into a drunk sprawled on the floor and nearly tripped. In irritation, he gave the man one sound kick in the ribs.

Kuriin caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and he sat up suddenly, fully alert. Eye's glittering out from the darkness, he saw the shadowy figure he knew all too well. He relaxed again and took a drag on his cig. Amusement pulled his mouth into a smile as he saw the boy kick the drunk in annoyance. He watched intently as Jin drew closer. "Working again?" he asked casually from the shadows.

"Maybe," he said softly. "May I sit?"

He pulled a chair in closer with his foot. "Of course." His voice evenly neutral.

"Thank you. Fancy meeting you here," he said, lightly teasing. "We should probably stop meeting like this. People are beginning to talk," he whispered conspiratorially as he waved the waiter to get him a pint.

He laughed easily. "Like you wouldn't dream of finding me in a place like this." His smile actually reaching his eyes.

Jin smirked. "I wouldn't know," he said with feigned haughtiness.

Kuriin squished out his cig, then leaned forward, resting his arms in a criss-cross on the table. "And why, exactly, would I care if people talked? What would they talk about that hasn't been said already about me?" He paused. Then, "mmm... yes, you're worried about your 'situation'. It wouldn't do to be seen frequently in the company of one such as myself." His eyes traveled the length of the elf's lithe body. "Although... it might actually do your reputation some good. A thief that befriends a demon surely must be worthy of some respect, wouldn't you think?" He raised an eyebrow. Taking rare pleasure in the easy banter.

"It wouldn't do your rep much good to be seen with such a lowly thief," he commented. He gulped down a good portion of his warm beer and grimaced. Then he took another gulp

Kuriin laughed out loud, heartily. "You think too much of me, then." He emptied the contents of his mug, clenching his teeth around the vile contents. "I don't know why I drink this shit," he muttered. "It's damn hard to get a decent drunk in shit-holes like this one. Good thing it's not the reason why people like us come here, huh?" His eyes lingering on Jin's beer dampened lips.

He licked his lips, beginning to like the bitter taste, before downing the rest. He quickly signaled for the waiter to bring another pint. "Good thing," he agreed. "Kuriin...," he said suddenly turning his eyes to him. "Do you like me?"

The question, blurted out, took him by surprise. He sat back. For once completely speechless. He waved for another two pints for himself to cover his sudden confusion. He studied the thief sitting across the table from him "Now that is an interesting question." Something like sense creeping back into his thoughts... it didn't help the cheap, watered down ale was making his brain buzz a little. "I'm... not sure how to answer you." A frown creasing his brow with concentration. "I'm not overly familiar with such emotions. I suppose... I would say..." His usual ease with words had left him, annoying him slightly. The waiter interrupted him by placing the two pints on the table. Relieved by another distraction, he slammed the first pint down his throat quickly. "Well, I didn't kill you outright that first night at least," he offered. He was not about to admit his growing distraction with the boy, not even when partially drunk.

"That was a pity," he said throwing his pint down and signaling the beginning-to-be-annoyed waiter. "Do you like me?" He persisted. "I think I like you."

Kuriin snorted. "Death isn't all that it's cracked up to be." He leaned forward, trying to fight off the buzz that sang along his veins. Not quite convinced it was all the ale's fault. "Are you certain that is such a wise thing? Consorting with a demon?" He licked his lips slowly. "It could be very dangerous for you." Choosing to remain silent about his own feelings toward the elf.

"Don't know anything anymore," he shrugged, unconcerned. Jin gulped down a smaller amount than what he'd been drinking. The sweet smell of weed in the pub and the warm beer made him lightheaded and slightly nauseous. He swayed a bit, placing a hand on the table.

"What is it exactly that you want, Jin?" He was half-way through his sixth pint and more than a little tipsy. He could see that Jin was there himself. He was growing a bit concerned at the boy's condition, especially when he assumed he was supposed to be working on a job... either now or later. But he couldn't bring himself to stop or slow the boy's consumption. Jin, more than likely, rarely had the opportunity to cut loose, even a little. And he was enjoying the company more than he wanted to admit to himself.

"I don't know," he said, resting his head against Kuriin's shoulder. "I'm just as lost as you are. You make me feel fuzzy!" he blurted out.

"It's just the alcohol," he sighed in pleasure. The contact warmed him from within. The earthy smell rose up and tickled his nose, even above the filth of the pub. He wrapped his arm around the small frame, pulling him closer, adjusting himself to better support the elf. He wanted to bury his face in those silky strands that fell across his hand. He tilted his head down to brush his lips over the gracefully upswept ear. "I think we're both a little drunk." The close contact making him more than a little raw with something akin to the hunger. He sighed again, as he savored the feel of the small, strong body in his arms.

"I'm... suppose to meet... contact...." Jin mumbled, closing his eyes. "What is it about you... got my life... topsy turvy..." Jin sighed, deeply inhaling Kuriin's scent.

"Mmm, don't know...," he murmured into his hair. Emotions so unfamiliar lurched up from within alongside the more familiar ones. Protectiveness warring with desire; caution with lust. "..don't want you to go." He murmured mostly to himself. Wondering how one small elven thief could possibly effect him so deeply... and why now?

"Really...? No one's ever said that to me..." he said thoughtfully. "No one's ever wanted me to stay. Figured I was just a bad apple in a good bunch. Not even my moth--" he cut himself off as he realized what he was going say and to whom.

Fuck. The unspoken words like a punch in his gut; Kuriin fumed. That protectiveness rising even higher, along with the slow climb of undirected rage. He clenched his jaw and pulled Jin into him even more tightly. He knew all too well about family. Knew the kind of betrayal that cut all the way to the bone and beyond... the kind only family could inflict. They were mostly the reason for his current 'condition'. "I'm not like them." He shook his head minutely in denial. 'I refuse to be like them,' he thought. "We all have to do what we have to..." he hazarded a guess, "...to survive." He felt himself step over the invisible line he had created for himself long ago.

"Really?" he asked gazing up with his almond colored eyes. "You won't push me away... even after you get to know me?" It was important to him that he know. He'd been hurt too many times to be generous with his heart. Jin reached out a hand to Kuriin's strong chin. Reverently, he caressed him, enjoying his warm skin.

"I've tasted your blood. Remember? I know nothing of details, but your purest essence - it is still coursing my veins." His eyes glazed over for a second, then cleared. "Can you say the same for me? Do you know my true nature? Do you want to know? Can you live with the truth, once known?" His voice was low and breathy as he whispered the words so near Jin's lips. The feel of his too warm hand on his face. "Will you run from me in horror as so many other have?" He turned his face into Jin's small hand and pressed his lips into his palm, Kuriin holding the elf's gaze.

"Does it look like I'm running?" he countered softly, his whole being centered on the feelings coursing through his veins. He bit his bottom lip to keep from moaning. The soft brush of Kuriin's lips on his palm was enough to drive him insane. "Maybe we should talk elsewhere..." he suggested.

Kuriin glanced around the crowded pub. Catching the occasional glances into their darkened corner. Feeling suddenly claustrophobic, he wanted to get out, now. "What about your, uh, contact?" He forced the words. "I won't have you jeopardized on my account." 'And since when had anyone else mattered before?' he asked himself. But he found himself caring, irregardless. He couldn't stop it if he tried, and at the moment, he didn't want to try. "Let's get out of here," he said in a rush. "If you are in any danger, now or later... let me know and I'll handle it, okay?"

Jin smiled. It had been awhile since anyone cared about his well being. "Don't worry... I'm not in any danger. The job was set for a couple of days... just the preliminaries tonight. I can meet him later," he said soothingly. He stood up, unsteadily. Swaying on his feet, he quickly placed a hand on the table to steady himself.

"Good, there's that at least." He needed to get out now. The pressure of the crowd was getting to be too much. He rose as Jin stood unsteadily to his feet, swaying. And a slow smile stretched his lips. He tossed enough coin on the table to cover their pints, plus some, and with lightening speed, he scooped Jin into his arms and carried him out into the street. Cool night air tugging his hair gently, he inhaled deeply with relief before peering down with humor into Jin's eyes. "Do you have anywhere in mind to go?"

Jin wrapped his arms around Kuriin's neck. "You don't have to carry me, you know," he mumbled onto Kuriin's chest, hiding his embarrassed face. "Your place should be good enough. I've never seen your front door."

Kuriin laughed. "You are in no condition to be walking such a distance, and I can't imagine why my front door would be of such interest to a would be thief." He grinned. "Besides, you don't weigh any more than a feather to me. Just hang on. Don't let go." His long easy strides carrying them quickly over the distance toward his estate.

Jin did his best not to let go. Although it wasn't that hard of a feat. He very much enjoyed being in the man's arms as he was carried...not that he would tell him that. He sighed as he felt Kuriin slowing down.

"Not much of a front door, I'm afraid." He said glancing down at the boy huddling into his embrace, reluctant to put him down, but doing so anyway with a sigh of regret. He kept his hand on Jin's arm as support, though, trying to be content with even that small amount of contact. Already chilling with the removal of the warmth he'd carried some ways, he guided Jin up the stairs and through the door.

Jin paused once he was through the front door, taking the time to look around. "Definitely should have come through the front door, last time," he muttered, admiring the priceless vase that sat on what looked to be the coffee table.

Kuriin caught the direction his eyes traveled and arched an eyebrow. "I keep an inventory," he said half teasing the thief. He continued to guide him past the entry hall and into a cozy sitting room. The well worn leather couch marking the room an obvious favorite. "Have a seat." He gestured toward the couch. "You want a drink? I guarantee it's world's better than the shit at the One Eyed Parrot." He smiled at the boy who was trying very hard not to look openly in awe at his surroundings.

Jin tried to keep his eyes to himself but wasn't succeeding very well. He looked up to see Kuriin's amused grin and blushed. "Um... tea should do for now. The beer is sitting on my stomach heavily. Thank you," he said politely, still trying to keep his eyes to himself. He gave up.

"That's fine. Stay put," he warned. He knew the good intentions of the elf, but wasn't wanting to place 100% of his trust in him, yet. He knew that one did exactly what one must do in order to survive, as he'd told Jin at the pub; he couldn't blame anyone for that. He carried enough self-blame on his own shoulders as it was. He caught Jin's eyes and frowned slightly to give weight to his words. He would've rather skipped with the pleasantries, but headed with all speed to get the boy some tea. Tea of all things! Kuriin shook his head.

Jin fidgeted in his chair anxiously. He sat on his hands while he waited for Kuriin to get back. He did look around, though, at the spacious study. The beautiful, yet cozy room warmed him. Behind him was a window. He stood up, forgetting Kuriin's instructions to stay put, and walked to the window, where the moonlight streamed in. Unclasping the lock, he flung the window open, inviting the breeze in. He sat down on the ledge and looked out over the well groomed yard.

"Like the view?" Kuriin asked, startling the boy from his thoughts. "It's lovely isn't it?" His eyes never leaving the elf's moonlit face. "Here's your tea." He set the steaming mug into his hands. "I'm glad you decided not to take off," his voice filled with warmth.

"Never," he said under his breath as he took the mug. "Thank you." He took a sip and moaned, closing his eyes. "This is good. Everything here is wonderful. The flowers, the fragrant air... the lake. I wondered how you managed to save this land from greedy humans. Surely, they must have been after it at one point or another."

He smiled, but it was pinched. An echo of the pain. "Thank you. I've been fortunate in my... many years. Some have tried to take what I've fought so hard to, umm, earn for myself, but they don't, uh, last too long." He wanted to share with Jin, but couldn't bring himself to utter the whole, complete truth. Afraid to admit such things aloud. "You don't care for humans too much?" he asked changing the subject away from himself.

He snorted and stroked his elfish ears. "No matter my contempt for them, I can't escape them. I'm one of them too... half... but still one of them." He felt the need to explain. "My mother... my mother was human, my father an elf prince. Their acquaintance was... forbidden. Their romance ended tragically; shortly after I was born, my father was killed, leaving my mother to take care of me... raising me in human society. It didn't take long for people to start noticing I was different... and well... you can imagine how vicious humans can be." He shrugged, taking another sip of his tea.

"Mmm. Yes." He'd seen it all too often. Kuriin despised his own race. He didn't have a problem with others feeling the same. "Humans are..." He gritted his teeth. Forced the words out, "... little more than cattle to me." He turned his face away from the window. "I am intimately familiar with the species," he snarled the last word, spitting it out from his mouth like it was a foul taste. Then he shrugged, mirroring the elf. "I guess one cannot choose one's race," he commented, trying to lighten the mood a little. His eyes going back to the lovely picture of the elf, so gracefully poised, on his sill; drawn like a compass needle.

He looked up at him. "Guess not," he said standing up. He set his cup on the sill. Tentatively, he reached out to touch him again. His hand landing on his chest, beginning its slow ascent. He lightly ran his fingertips over Kuriin's neck, feeling the pulse... the power... beneath his fingers. "Kiss me," he whispered, earnestly.

Kuriin's eyes widened slightly in surprise. He had hinted about slaughtering humans as food and Jin was unafraid. His skin burned with the light touch. He was so used to just taking what he wanted. He had struggled with restraining himself around the youth and here he was wanting him, in spite of who he was, what he was. Kuriin ran his fingers slowly through the elf's silky hair with a low moan. He brought his lips down to brush Jin's awaiting ones and whispered, "Are you sure you know what you are asking?" Kuriin couldn't remember the last time he had showed this much restraint and his body vibrated under his sharp control, like a bow-string ready to snap.

"Do you take me for a fool?" he countered. "Of course I know what i'm asking for, you git. Kiss me."

Kuriin traced the contours of Jin's lips with his thumb and shuddered, eyes half-closed with raw desire. And then savaged the youth's sweet mouth, covering it with his own. He moaned deep in his throat and drew Jin in even closer. He had fought it for too long and the bow-string snapped forward. The overwhelming need to possess the boy pounding through his body with every heartbeat.

Jin gasped at the first feel. Then he moaned, arms climbing up to encircle Kuriin's neck. Pressing his body against him, he sought to get closer still. He wrapped on leg around Kuriin's hips bringing their bodies together fully.

He lifted Jin up into his embrace, gasping at the contact to his groin. "Jin," he moaned between kisses. He had carried him to the couch and was leaning over him, sprawled on the worn seat, Kuriin pressing between his legs, kneeling on the floor. Completely intoxicated by the sweet flavor of the youth, he suppressed the growing urge to bite. The pressure in his groin building, he ground his hips against Jin's own growing erection.

Jin gasped, arching his back to increase the friction. He opened his eyes to see Kuriin's lust-filled hunger. He leaned his head to the side... silently offering his neck... his blood... his soul to the half demon. "Take me." The command was two-part. Feed from him and make love to him.

"Goddamn it, Jin," he moaned into his neck. "You say it so easily..." The hunger was almost fully aroused and Kuriin's control was slipping, making his voice thick with urgency. Tying the hunger to lust was a dangerous and heady draught. He licked his lips with a helpless groan. His hands continued wander, finding access to Jin's bare skin, sliding across the smooth flesh.

He moaned softly. "Kuriin... need you... want you...please..." Jin had never felt anything like this before. Everything with this man was new and exciting. He felt as if he couldn't get enough... as if he could never have enough.

Kuriin, burning alive with the hunger, shuddered with Jin's words. He kissed his exposed neck, starting at the jaw line and trailed kisses over to the soft spot under his ear and sucked softly. He could feel Jin vibrating like a harp beneath him. Kuriin kept tight control, still. He sat up slowly, taking in the delicious site of the boy spread out on his couch, he wet his lips and touched his tongue to one pointed canine with a preditory grin. He really wanted him out of those clothes and scanned Jin's prone body with his heated gaze, the pure lust practically a tangible thing.

He shuddered under the predatory gaze. "Kuriin," he whimpered, disappointedly. He sat up on his elbows. He kicked off his shoes, leaving his feet bare. Licking his lips, he stared up at the man, waiting.

He swept down on the boy's mouth, puckered in a small frown. "I promise I'll buy you new ones," he whispered. Not allowing Jin time to ponder the meaning of the words, he shredded his clothes right off his body. He was so beautiful laying there, surprise lighting his face. His rigid member laying up on his belly. Kuriin tore at his own clothes, heedless of his own carelessness - thin lines of blood welling along his chest and across his hips. He slid his burning flesh across Jin's body, their erections colliding in delicious friction. "Jin," he moaned against his lips. "Mine." His eyes were glazed over and he was barely coherent. "Ss' sorry... can't stop... don't want to hurt you..." He had grabbed his fully engorged cock and was placing it at the unprepared entrance to Jin's small body. His lips were pressing into his neck.

Jin wrapped his legs around his waist. "C'mon... Do it..." His whispered command was the devil's own words. Made to lure and trap. Turning his face onto Kuriin's shoulder, he bit down firmly, enjoying the salted flesh in his mouth.

Rational thought left him. No humanity lingered in the surface of his eyes with the feel of teeth on his flesh, he plunged his sharp teeth into that long, pale neck, even as he plunged his cock deep into Jin's body, not even thinking to care whether he torn the delicate lining within. Kuriin pounded into the youth beneath him, even as he drew his hot blood into his mouth pulling it down his throat. Jin, so lovely, writhing beneath his body, filling his head with all the after images his blood contained like a charlatan's magick show viewed on drugs. Kuriin pulled and pulled on the fount under his lips until he felt the strong heartbeat flutter a beat. He wrenched away and lapped the wound hungrily to stop the bleeding. The ache continued to burn across his groin and he pressed deeply into Jin's ass as his orgasm hit him, ripping a harsh shout of agonizing pleasure from his throat. As he returned to himself, he was wracked with the suffocating guilt again. "Jin....," he moaned with misery into his neck. He hadn't wanted it this way. Not with him.

A comforting hand wound itself into his hair. "Shh.... I don't think you're done yet..." he whispered into his ear. He arched his back so that the still hard cock rubbed against Kuriin's stomach. Placing both hands on the side of his face, he pulled him until his lips touched his.

Kuriin pressed into Jin's sweet lips again. His head swam with his intoxicating blood and the feel of his pliant flesh beneath him. Guilt wracking him for all but raping the boy. He wanted to make it up to him any way possible. "What do you want, Jin? What can I do for you?" he whispered, nuzzling his neck.

"Finish what you started," he stated simply, arching his back for emphasis, cock still hard against their stomachs.

He caressed the warm flesh beneath him slowly, trailing kisses across his jaw, then down his neck, mock biting him. His hands moved deftly to grab Jin's straining cock, feeling the silken length in his hand and began to stroke it firmly. Desire was stirring in him again, and he wondered at the potency of elvish blood. He continued his way down the boy's lithe body, teasing with his tongue and teeth. He stopped just below Jin's navel and glanced up at the boy as he licked his lips with a very slow smile.

Jin's head was thrown back in ecstasy. His breathing becoming labored and hot. "Kuriin...," he moaned softly. Face flushed. "Please...?" he begged moving his hips rhythmically.

The sound of his name vibrated along his body. He dipped his head down and consumed Jin's erection in one swallow. He moaned as he took him down his throat, then pulled back off to lave the swollen member with his tongue.

Jin panted, twining his fingers in Kuriin's hair. He grew demanding. "Stop teasing me...," he gasped out, arching his back, hoping to get his cock deeper. He tugged at Kuriin's hair desperately.

Kuriin swallowed him down again and hummed in the back of his throat, swirling his tongue along the shaft, he could taste the salty-sweet of Jin's precome and moaned, enthralled with the taste and feel of him. He moved a hand around under Jin's ass and rubbed the heated pucker before slipping in a finger to the first knuckle, probbing the heat within. He bobbed his head up and down Jin's cock, varying the pressure of his lips and using his tongue, relishing the flavor of him in his mouth.

"Oh!" he gasped. "...'Rin.. close...," he moaned, head moving from side to side. "Please.." He tugged at his hair again, warning him. "Move..," he said trying to pull him off.

Kuriin gripped him firmly, not releasing him. He wanted to consume every part of him. Even his blood, it was not enough. He could feel the boy buck under him. He screwed his eyes shut tightly and moaned again with the intense pleasure of his cock filling his mouth.

Jin's mouth fell open in a silent scream as he bucked one last time, releasing his seed in his mouth. "Kuriin!" he gasped out.

He swallowed every drop of his pure essence. The thick saltiness coating his throat was almost as good as blood. The rapturous feelings coming off in tangible waves, he absorbed those with equal greed. Everything about the mysterious boy enthralled him. He sucked down every drop, eyes glazed, and pulled off slowly, tongue running across his swollen lips. "Beautiful..," he murmured. His eyes, full of warmth, catching Jin's in an intimate gaze.

He threw his arms around Kuriin, pulling him on top of him. "You're the beautiful one," he whispered, kissing him on the cheek. "Thank you." He moved his lips so that Kuriin's landed on his. Running his tongue along the outline, he waited until Kuriin parted his lips allowing Jin's tongue to snake in along his. He moaned as he tasted himself on that tongue.

He savored the feel of Jin's tongue on his lips. He was addicted to the sumptuous feel and taste of the boy so willing beneath him. Wondered at how he could except a monster so easily, so fully. "Jin.. I..." He was rarely unsure of himself, but the elf brought feelings he thought he had buried long ago to the fore. "Thank *you*..," he whispered into his lips.

Jin smiled, kissing his cheek again. He closed his eyes. "Sleepy..," he mumbled. "I.... I think I like you... a lot.."

Kuriin chuckled. He gently gathered him into his strong embrace and lifted him up, feeling a bit groggy and dazed himself. "I... care about you, too, Jin." He made his way up the stairs with his light burden and tucked him into the soft embrace of his bed. He stood staring down at him momentarily. A beam of moonlight carressing the smoothness of Jin's face. He sighed; contented as he had not been in a very long time. He then climbed into bed and curled around the youth, laying fluttering kisses on his face and lips. "Mine...," he mumured, more to himself.

Jin sighed, contented for the first time in long time. He drifted off to sleep; arms and legs entwined with Kuriin's.


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