Torin & Samayel

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Chapter 4
Brief Interlude

Covered in the Female Nocturna's blood and gore, Torin walks into Samayel's room and makes a beeline for the shower. He sheds his soiled clothing and turns on the water. The hot steam instantly fills the room and the fragrance added to the water calms his senses. The water cascades over his shoulders, wings, and down his back sending rivulets of blood and other things down the drain. Torin sighs and leans forward, letting the water beat down on his head.

“Gods, I can’t believe I let my rage get the better of me…*sigh* Yves is not going to be happy that I had to defend myself again from an attack from a female of our kind. But there was absolutely no way I could let her say that about my family… and little Damon, she had no right to call him a silan. Gods, I should have killed her slower…or just given her to Yves…”

"Need help?"

Startled, Torin turns around to see Samayel, bruised and beautiful as always, standing in the doorway of the bathroom staring at him with a mixture of desire and curiosity. He glances at the blood flowing down the drain then back up to Torin.

"Torin, why are you covered in blood? What happened?"

"I lost my temper that's all, don't worry about it."

He gives Samayel a soft mental push, easing any worry Samayel might have had.

*Nothing's wrong Samayel, everything is normal. Don't worry about it.*

Samayel smiles, accepting Torin's words without question.

"Okay Torin I believe you, just watch that temper okay?"

Torin smiles. "I'll try Samayel, but I'm not making any promises."

Samayel, who was only wearing a sheet and a smile walks into the room and stands in front of the mirror. He wipes the sleep from his eyes, un-tucks the sheet from his waist, and then looks closely at his reflection. Basically from his collarbone down to his knees, his body was a mass of bruises and his back and shoulders were lined with various claw marks and puncture wounds from Torin biting or drinking from him. Samayel glances over at Torin, his soaking wet Nocturna, and his lips curve into a mischievous smile. Torin rinses the soap from his eyes and quirks an eyebrow at him.

"What are you grinning at, my bruised little wolf?"

Samayel shrugs and joins Torin in the shower. He lathers the available sponge and massages Torin's shoulders and wings.

"You're too strong for your own good, it always looks like you beat me. But you know, I don't really mind. If I did, I'd stop you."

Torin moans softly, Samayel's minstrations doing wonders for his tense muscles. He chuckles warmly. "Samayel, you are not now, and probably never will be strong enough to stop me if I wanted you."

Samayel grins wickedly and presses himself against Torin.

"Really? Hmmm... Let's get the blood off of you and I may prove you wrong."

Turning, Torin laughs again, wraps his arms around Samayel and attacks his neck and shoulders.

"Alright Samayel, prove me wrong. Are you feeling better by the way?"

Samayel blushes and nods. “Um, yeah…Sorry about that, I got a little carried away. It happens sometimes and I have a tendency to forget you’re not Wolfen.”

“That’s alright Samayel, it happens...wait, how could you forget that I’m not Wolfen? To my knowledge you don‘t have much experience with them in the intimate sense. And exactly how many Wolfen have wings?”

Samayel laughs softly and sweeps the water out of his eyes. “That’s not what I meant. You like me the way I am, not when I’m faking it like I had to do with my other customers… like I’ve had to do all my life. The way I act with Anri, who is Feral, and my couple of friends, who are Wolfen like me, in this place is the same way you like me to be. You actually hate it when I speak in Nocturna, and I don’t have to be all meek and subservient unless I want to be. With you I can pretend that I’m not in this fucking place!!!”

“That’s true, I do like you the way you are…naked and soaking wet!!!”

Torin grabs Samayel around the waist and pulls him flush with his chest. He kisses him soundly on the lips, then moves to kiss down his jaw line. Samayel quivers with pleasure and drapes his arm around Torin's neck. His mouth moved, a trail of fire running from his collarbone up to the pulse beating so frantically in his throat. For his own sanity, Samayel knew he should stop him as he was still so weak from before, but his Nocturna's mouth was amazing... Samayel moaned and leans closer into him, tilting his head to give Torin better access. Torin kisses his neck, the tips of his fangs ever so slightly nicking the skin and coaxing tiny rivulets of blood mixed with the shower water into his waiting mouth. He swipes the wounds closed with his tongue and buries his face in Samayel’s wet hair.

“I love the way you smell.”

Samayel laughs loudly and brings Torin’s face back up.
“What, you like the smell of sex and wet dog?”

Torin lets out an undignified snort and kisses him again. Samayel guides his knee between Torin's legs, applying exquisite pressure to Torin's already aroused member. Torin murmurs words of encouragement against Samayel's neck and pulls him closer. To his bemusement, Samayel shakes his head and slowly pushes Torin back. He trails kisses over Torin's collarbone, and finding an unguarded nipple, bites down. Torin cries out in Nocturna but does not stop him. Samayel releases the abused nub and graces it with a flick of his tongue. He continues his descent down and over Torin's tight stomach, momentarily toying with his navel ring. Torin moans and closes his eyes.

“When did you get this done?” Samayel murmurs around the piercing, tugging it with his teeth. The slight pain mixed with pleasure causes Torin to shudder.

“I ah…um… I don’t remember at the moment…”

He winds his hands in Samayel's hair, trying to urge him lower. Samayel's teeth graze the tender flesh in the crease of Torin's leg. He wraps his hand around the shaft of Torin's cock and strokes it lovingly. Torin growls softly and arches into his hand. Samayel smirks and licks the tip, setting off a wave of tremors through Torin’s body. Samayel smiles and stands, still stroking Torin. Unnoticed, his other hand snakes under Torin's wings. He grasps the base of the wing and digs his claws into it. Torin yowls in pain and tosses Samayel to the floor of the shower, perhaps a little too roughly. Samayel shakes his head and smiles up at Torin.

“Oww!!! What the fuck was that?!?”
"I told you I could stop you..."
“What?!”

Samayel stands up and lifts his eyes to Torin, his smile never fading. Torin glares at him, rubbing his injured wing. After a couple of moments, and gentle persuasion from Samayel, he calms down. He was sure to pull his wings back into their recesses.

"All right Samayel you win, but please don't do that again."
Samayel grins again. "Not a problem..."

“Where did you learn to do that? Is that part of your training here? Sneaky, fucked up attack moves to use on your lover?

“Heh. Uh no, I picked that one up myself by accident when one of my customers got a little too rough with me…I ended up with a broken jaw and about 4 broken ribs after that one.”

“Yes, that’s a very underhanded fighting technique as that tender spot is probably the only place that the Nocturna leave unguarded, but Samayel you have to be prepared to defend yourself from the retaliation.”

“Yeah, I know that now. But it works in a pinch if necessary.”

Muttering under his breath about sneaky underhanded tactics, Torin picks up the discarded sponge, fills it with soap, and proceeds to wash Samayel; making him giggle as he lingered on some choice tickly spots. He was about to continue, but was interrupted by an uneasy rap at the door.

Torin growls. "Who the fuck could that be?"

Samayel shrugs. "Expecting someone?"

Torin sighs, remembering the broken Human from downstairs.

"Yes...I forgot."

He turns off the shower and steps out of the room, wrapping a towel around his waist in his departure. Samayel, his curiosity aroused (among other things) follows him back into the bedroom, not bothering with a covering for himself. Torin opens the door and allows a handsome Feral attendant(Anri) into the room carrying the broken Human in his arms.

"Lay him on the bed."

The attendant's eyes take in Samayel's naked form across the room, then he looks up at Torin with a knowing smile.
"Yes sir, Master Torin."

Torin glanced at Samayel and arches his eyebrow. Samayel retorts with a wicked smile. The attendant deposits the unconscious Human on Samayel's bed, then turns back to Torin.

"Do you require anything else Master Torin?"

"Um no, that's all for now."

For some reason Torin was uneasy in this attendant's presence; this bothered Torin immensely. The attendant nodded, winked seductively at Samayel, then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. Torin shakes his head then turns back to Samayel, temporarily ignoring the keening Human who was also in the room.

"What the hell was that all about? Do you know him?"

Samayel smiles and picks up Torin's discarded shirt, wrapping it around himself.

"Yes, that was Anri, my surrogate/teacher. He’s been with me since I was six of so. He also works at the Inn as an attendant when he‘s not with me. He‘s been wanting to see what I‘ve been bragging about in my free time. From that look he‘s impressed with you. I told you about him didn‘t I?"

"No you didn’t.”

“Didn‘t I? Well, everyone within the Inn knows all about you. And… I guess it's known that you don't spend your time with anyone for long, and the fact that you're here with me, looking uber gorgeous in nothing but a towel is impressive to people."

"Hmm... I suppose so, are you impressed?"

Samayel smiles, goes up on his toes and kisses him.

"Absolutely."

Torin laughs softly and returns the kiss, tracing them across to his ears and neck. However, their moment was interrupted by a soft whimper of pain coming from the bed. Samayel sighs in exasperation and moves away from Torin. He gestures towards the Human.

"So, what happened to him?"
"He's the result of a particularly rough Nocturna game."
"With you?"
"No, actually I stopped it."

Torin walks back into the bathroom and retrieves a loose pair of drawstring pants for himself and Samayel. Pulling his own on, he returns to Samayel’s bedroom and tosses Samayel a pair. Samayel arches an eyebrow at him and sighs, putting his on as well.

Now that the ’naked distractions’ were taken care of Torin moves to sit on the bed next to the broken Human and gestures to Samayel.

"Hold him still for me Samayel, this is going to be incredibly painful."
“What are you going to do?”
“Heal his wounds, from the inside out.”
“Ouch. Okay, not a problem.”

Samayel crawls across the bed to the Human and lounges behind him. He wraps his arms around him tightly. Torin closes his eyes, inhales, focuses on his ‘center’, and sends his mental presence into the Human’s broken form. Instantly, his mind’s eye was assaulted by torrents of pain and fear. He swallows deeply and moves past that area, concentrating on the torn flesh. Torin exhales and psychically takes over all of the Human’s healing abilities. Once in control, Torin proceeded to heal the tendons in the Human's hands and feet, cell by cell. Throughout the process the Human was relatively silent; merely biting his lip and crying softly, trying his best not to squirm in Samayel's grip. Two hours later, the Human's hands and feet were flawless, with absolutely no trace of damage. Torin returns to himself and nearly collapses from fatigue. He braces his hands on the bed and inhales deeply.

"Let him go Samayel; I'm finished."

Samayel releases the Human and moves away from him to join Torin on the opposite side of the bed. Torin instantly leans against him and closes his eyes. The Human stretches his fingers and toes, then stands up. He opens his mouth to say something, but Samayel shakes his head.
"He's asleep. I'll tell him you said 'thank you'."
"Um...ok...well...bye." The Human walks out and shuts the door.

Samayel pulls the comforter up off the floor and drapes it over himself and Torin, then snuggles under his arm. Torin murmurs in his sleep and pulls him closer. Soon Samayel drifts off as well. After around five minutes pass, the ambiance lights dim, then shut off completely.


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~Hmm...looks like Samayel can take control when he wants to... And Torin? Regenerative Healing powers? Nice. *Whimpers* Please Review, I just don't know if I can continue without it... I'm shooting for 20 before I post chapter 5, so hurry!