Looks Never Deceive...

Looks Never Decieve

Xian looked up as Ziath winced and stood, walking outside before vanishing in his characteristic whirl of energy. As he left, however, Xian couldn't help but wonder exactly why the older male let himself be controlled by such a figure as Kentros. Fate or not, the azure-haired man had no real say in Ziath's life, since he wasn't supposed to exist, but as he was pondering with a frown, a graceful white hand with lethal claws reached in front of his face and tugged the book slowly out of unfeeling hands. Such a wrist and long fingers could only belong to a handful of people, and as Ziath had just left, and Rhai was most definately brown...

Xian was on his feet and whirling at a second's notice, his eyes wide and fleeting, as he looked at the overly-tall creature before him. The room suddenly went cold and dark, with only the glow of now-blue fames burning in ancient torches along the rounded walls. A body prone to poise and grace glided from behind the emerald silk of the couch, and in abrupt contrast, his waterfall of blue hair spilled out behind him onto the fabric, having been tossed over his shoulder with a sharp jerk of his agile neck. Xian backed up, but blue eyes held a certain sort of flickering fire as the man approached, never letting his icy orbs drift from those of steel before him. The closer he came, however, the more pronounced their height difference appeared, despite the fact that the blue-haired male was far younger than he could have otherwise appeared.

Kentros smirked, showing half a mouth of immaculately sharp teeth and canines that almost touched his pale, rosy bottom lip--the only thing about his features that wasn't white or blue.

Or Xian was desperately trying to assume, as he was pinned into what would have been a corner had the room been square. Fire licked at his bare shoulder, he realized as he came to his senses, and he skirted away from it, but Kentros was anticipating his move, and was waiting for him when they nearly collided. With long arms, he reached out for Xian's throat, caught it, and pulled the shorter male closer to him. Their lips met with not a little force, but Xian's eyes immediately closed. He'd seen it done, and performed the act himself--looking into Kentros' eyes, no matter how young the man suddenly was, would spell disaster in some way for him.

But for one comprised of the ferocity of ice and arctic waters, Kentros was pleasantly warm, and there was something...less lethal about his now ageless appearance. They couldn't have been far from the same age now... and for a reason unbeknownst to him, Xian was rather enjoying their little connection. As his assailant pulled away, he found his arms wrapped around the man's slender waist, and would have drawn back in alarm, if he'd been permitted to move. Kentros had his mouth at Xian's throat, and the Vampyre, not knowing whether he was going to be harmed or not, didn't budge. Xian found it extremely difficult to swallow--Kentros was pressing at the ball of his throat with his tongue, and smirked as, once he bit down lightly, Xian shuddered and began to breathe shallowly. And so he moved, from throat to artery, and Xian's knees nearly buckled when one of Kentros' strong hands came up to the back of his neck and pressed at his blood points, for, useless or not, the feeling forced his heart to beat rapidly and suddenly. Warmth flooded from his chest to his stomach and beyond in powerful waves before he could even think to make Kentros stop.

"Wh--What are you doing?" Xian all but stuttered as he tried to tug himself away--his shoulder was bitten before Kentros stepped back.

"I think you know very well what I'm doing." Kentros replied in something of a deep, waspish growl. The tone, however, was soft, and there was an element to the sound as was in a Siren's song. Xian shook his head as he cleared the haze from his brain. The white cloak fell from around Kentros' shoulders as it was released, and Xian's mouth fell ever so slightly agape with the sight.

While the pristine silk still draped loosely around the bends of Kentros' arms, his chest was completely exposed as a contrasting array of flawlessness and scars. His entire left side was crossed and marked with nearly invisible lines, but with the glow of the flames illuminating the flesh like an unearthly glow, the contrast to his smooth, untouched right side was unmistakable. Xian's hand was extended and his fingertips running over those lines before he even realized it, but when he did, he suddenly drew back--Kentros was looking at him oddly, as he draped his cloak unceremoniously over the back of a nearby chair. With his back slightly turned, Xian saw the same lines, but before he could think about them any more than that, Kentros was upon him again. Once more their lips met, but still, it caught the Vampyre off guard, and he made a fatal error, looking into the depths of Kentros' eyes. At such closeness, Xian could decipher every color hiding under the guise of cerulean. Dark, dangerous blue, flecks of vivid lime, gold, deep within the lightest azure he'd ever seen, and even deeper...

Red.

Xian was snapped from his trance as though he'd been slapped. Staring back at him were crimson orbs alight like fire, and as he checked his bearings, he realized that he was pressed against something hard like stone. It was then he realized that he was backed to the wall, and Kentros' body was far too close to his own, but there was heat and warmth that he knew had nothing to do with the fire on the walls or the unlit fireplace, but there was a clawing inside his chest that felt like a large animal trying to rip him apart from the inside. Kentros' eyes faded back into blue, but Xian's own orbs were taking over the color of blood. His fangs grew, piercing his bottom lip. With his own, Kentros removed the blood dripping nearly black from Xian's mouth, but with the action came Xian's beast lurking with carnal, violent thoughts. A feeling like fire stung the corners of his eyes, but the heat spread through his entire body. Kentros stepped once backward. Then loosened his shoulders and lowered his head so that hair spilled back over his white shoulders.

"At once..." he'd read Xian's thoughts but his eyes were on the floor. However, his head suddenly came up, and their eyes met again.

"...Master." Xian was abruptly shaken, with the completion of the statement, but he didn't have time to dwell on it. Kentros had bent his knees suddenly, gripped at Xian's waist, and taken the Vampyre into his mouth before another word could be said. Xian gasped at the abrupt feeling, but another wave of heat found his eyes burning with the flame of the Beast, and he did little else but put his hand at the back of Kentros head, urging him faster and further as though his ripping growl didn't convey his desire's urgency. The push, however, was seemingly unnecessary, and Kentros needed no aide in his ministrations. However, he felt the growth of the phallus in his mouth and with a near encompassing wrap of his tongue and last upward stroke with his mouth, he drew away. Xian conveyed his displeasure with a sound akin to a snarl, but it was ignored as Kentros took them to the floor and switched their places.

With his hand on Xian's neck, he pulled the male's head down and joined their lips roughly, running the tip of his tongue over the smooth surface that was Xian's lips to remove the last droplets of blood that had collected there, before delving inside, letting the twang of their connecting mouths spread within his own. They remained locked like this for some time, but it did nothing to keep Xian from busily tugging at the rest of Kentros' clothes, and running sharp claws up and down his sides if only for sheer sport of seeing the silver-lavender hue of his blood before the wounds seamed themselves closed, or the overwhelming frustration that was Kentros never relinquishing completely the control he held over their situation. With mad rage, he cut deeply into Kentros' left side, producing a groan from the male beneath him--whether of ecstasy or pain, he was unsure, but he found what he'd originally been seeking. Tightly, he gripped Kentros' penis in his hand and began to work his arm swiftly in a furious motion, forcing that control to be forsaken as Kentros' raised his hips into the forceful strokes, coming close to bursting multiple times, but never receiving the final push that he sought. Through vision hazy with his dizziness at unfocusing on the evil hand between his legs, he saw Xian smile darkly before that smile disappeared as his own length was consumed by a mouth--but this one was harsh and cruel. Xian nipped the flesh roughly, feeling he hips buck each time the points of his teeth made contact, but he refused to stop. He sucked hard and rough, drawing blood to the surface just beneath the skin each time he moved his head, but he scarcely did so, focusing on a single place for extensive amounts of time, then biting at the sensitive skin around such a point. It was Kentros' turn to be teased to the point of madness, and before long, he used his superior strength to his advantage, pulling Xian away from him and pinning the Vampyre beneath his own body. Xian noted the feline way in which Kentros' muscles flexed, but the canine lines that comprised the frame of his body, giving a deceitful image of grace, but weakness. Kentros was most definately not the latter, and as Xian found himself pinned strength less beneath the blue-haired man, it was as though several heavy stones plummeted to the bottom of his stomach.

Kentros worked himself to precum, then positioned and pushed roughly. Simultaneously, his mouth clamped back over Xian's, blocking the harsh outcry that he knew was coming, but he didn't bother to wait; the end result would be the same, prolonged or not. Xian's world erupted into pain for a seemingly endless few minutes, but Kentros eventually paused, spat and thrust more harshly in a different angle; blood further eased the Vampyre's agony, and it soon became all too slick and easy. Kentros drove deeper, harder, and faster, his movement relentless and Xian's reception become more eager with each meeting of their flesh. Xian closed his eyes, relishing the sharp feeling of his insides stretching open as Kentros slipped deeper still, shifting direction at seemingly randomized intervals, and pushing him to his climax at breakneck speed. Air hitched in the middle of his throat, making it suddenly hard for him to breathe or make scarcely a sound, and his back arched, sharper and sharper, even struggling to rise higher as Kentros pressed his weight upon him with the still increasing intensity of his movements. For one moment, their auras spilled forward, clashing as emerald in a haze of ice and electricity. Their eyes locked, and Kentros made a final push before holding his place deeply, so that his expansion locked their hips together, and not until endless minutes passed and Xian lay fighting further for breath with half-lidded eyes, did he release the last of his essence and pull away.

The deity stood, and no sooner than he stretched and cracked his neck did his form change. His height took on nearly two feet, and his hair draped even longer around a paler chest that had no visible scars or otherwise markings. His face was older, his eyes sharper, and he was altogether more perfected and beautiful. Without a word, he fixed his clothes, and as he reached for his cloak, Xian's voice made him stop.

"Hey..." Xian stood, the black, gold embroidered fabric of his skirt as smooth as it'd ever been and the only sign on him of their encounter the small cut on his lips and the fact that he was breathing, "...Why is it that I always looked at you and thought, but...never..."

He trailed off, but his words were already known. Kentros turned around, hiding the black tattoo that covered his back before Xian could think to interpret it, and raised an eyebrow as his lips barely parted and a voice as smooth as a silent river, but lethal as the poison of a cobra, echoed toward him in the still dimly lit room.

"Looks never deceive, Xian," he spoke, and as he wrapped the silk of his cloak around his shoulders, hiding himself from view as though covered by massive, silver-white wings, he vanished from sight as though he hadn't been there. The Vampyre only stared confusedly at the spot, before realizing that the lighting had returned to its previous state. He gave a small shrug before walking out of the room and into his chambers where he pondered nothing more than how long a bath he should be able to take before he drifted off into sleep... and whether the page in his book had been marked before it'd been discarded.

I want to again express that this never happened... if it did, Fate would surely smite me for writing it. (He's Kentros--with the blue hair, but... oh, nevermind.)