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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 5, 2010 6:07:27 GMT -5
The look on his eyes told her all. The words the Austrian just told her was not some spur of the moment. It was real. What a silly joke all of this was, silly, cruel and nasty joke. Love him, he says... But what about that promise? The voice screamed in her head. No, stupid, that's just a silly promise between two kids, She repeated it in her head. The feeling's genuine though, and she shouldn't really say anything over this matter anymore. Her stupid mouth had brought them all to this mess, and she didn't want this to keep dragging on. Even though I still can't bring myself to believe that Gilbert... No, stop thinking those. Even if he is what she thinks he is, he had yet to do something harming to her. She can't judge others just because they were different.
"A-ah? Yes?" Elizaveta stuttered, completely taken by surprise at his sudden call of her name. He was already down there, probably off to chase the other. She blinked rapidly at the order, mind slowly registering what was being said. "The violin...?" Oh. That thing in the case. Her mouth opened to answer him, but he was already so far away and such, the Hungarian decided to just hurry and finish what he told her to.
She could hear the tapping of her feet against the floor as she entered the house, left alone by its inhabitant, eyes flickering wildly to find where the other had put that case along with the violin in it. If she didn't get to it quick, she might lose his track... There it is! Sighing in relief, she make a quick grab for it and dashed towards the exit, the door banged against the wall and its hinges make protesting noises as it was slammed shut.
Now to find him. It wasn't exactly easy, but there are traces left, footsteps left on the ground, and a faint trail of magic, if she concentrated hard enough. The brunette followed it, deciding to put faith into her ability as a ranger more than she usually let herself to.
It brought her to the city, and stepping with light and fast steps, she was beginning to wonder whether she was going the right way or not, only skidding to a halt when the magic was starting to bother her. Too strong, not suited for a city like this. Turning to where the magic was, Elizaveta's grip on the case tightened considerably. They better didn't get themselves into something bad... this strong pulse of magic was just Gilbert showing off what he can do...
Her eyes widened at the scene before her, at the pitiful state of a man's body, at the whimpering other man... and she gasped in horror upon realizing Roderich's state. Putting the violin case carefully over the ground, she hastily took the sword thrown towards her direction, not wanting it to fall to this-- bastard's hands. "You can count on me for this."
Not wanting to look at the Austrian's condition anymore, Elizaveta narrowed her eyes at the man in front of her. Magic runs in her veins now, and she felt stronger, no longer tired from all the running. "Well now," A step closer, and the man scrambled backwards, trying to find a chance of escape. Just like a scared dog, she noted absently in her head. Ah, but...
You're not escaping this.
Standing in front of him now, she offered him her best smile before kicking him at the stomach, and she chuckled lightly at the groan of pain. "Damn pussy you are, shooting an innocent man." She kicked again. No fight at all? Her eyebrows raised at this, but it was no time to be distracted. The sword felt strange on her hand, it being used to small blades more than anything, but she managed to raise it proeperly without making a fool of herself, and let the cold metal brush against the skin of the neck. "You see..." the scarlet-colored liquid dropped from the opening, "Peoples like you," the metal cut deeper, blood coloring the edge red, "are trash."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 5, 2010 16:08:02 GMT -5
Roderich blinked up at the other man, trying to fathom his words through the blinding agony winding its way through his body. He was a musician, not a warrior -- why did it have to hurt so damn much? Blood bubbled between his lips, burning his throat with an acrid iron, the stench filling his nose.
"C-cold," escaped from between his lips with a cough, splattering the Prussian with blood. Weakly trying curl closer, he smiled up at him. "You're w-w-warmer than I am. That's not right." Hands shaking, he reached up to gently caress the Prussian's face. "Kono... obaka-san... ga" he whispered before his head jerked back, crying out with another spasm of pain, tears leaking down his cheeks from beneath shut eyelids.
The blood, so much blood, too much blood... who knew that a single person had that much blood? He could feel its warmth oozing through his clothes, hear it dripping past his ears and dribbling down the cobblestoned street in snakelike trails. Coughing again, he clutched both hands weakly into the Prussian's jacket, using it to force himself upright. "G-Gilbert..." he managed, releasing one hand to let it slowly brush the other's face. "D-don't cry." His fingers left a red smear across the other's cheek like bizarre war paint as he threaded his fingers through the other man's hair, not trusting his grip to stay on its own. "That's what we do, humans... we die." Weak laughter shook his body, and with a pained hiss he stopped that.
"I'm sorry... you're going to have to go on without me. You'll t-t-take care of Elizaveta for me, please?" He couldn't turn his head to look at the Hungarian woman; it hurt too much, and if he looked away, he wasn't sure if he'd be able to look back. "Gilbert, I... I'm sorry... I don't want to leave you alone."
no, this is wrong, i promised i wouldn't leave him and now look at yourself roderich how can you call yourself his master how can you leave him like this you said you loved him, moron, now do something about it!
there's only one thing to do
And strangely enough, he didn't feel repulsed. All he felt was a calm acceptance, a sense of peace. One way or another, it would all be over soon.
Everything was fading away around him, tunnel vision nibbling at the edges of his sight until all he could see what the Prussian's face, blurred and smeared with tears and blood. "Gilbert... I promised that I wouldn't leave you. We're in this together, ja?"
Using the last ragged bits of his strength, he pulled himself to eye level, nearly nose to nose in an attempt to see the Prussian man before him. One finger reached out and tentatively brushed a single fang. "Gilbert..." he whispered slowly, "I love you. I p-p-promised not to leave you--" Teeth gritting in pain, he was struck dumb for a single, terrifying second. Without closing his eyes, he leaned in and lightly brushed his lips against Gilbert's, both of their lips salty with tears and blood.
"Gilbert..." Eyes steady in spite of the darkness encroaching around him, Roderich met Gilbert's crimson eyes and smiled softly. "Gilbert... change me," he whispered, voice catching. Grip loosening, he let his head cradle against the other man's shoulder, exposing his neck, already coated with his own blood. "D-d-don't make me order you. I w-w-won't leave you like th..." Trailing off, his muscles went slack as he looked up at the Prussian. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 17:02:17 GMT -5
The fact that Roderich found his skin warmer than his own sent a wave of fear over the Prussian. Combined with the rain, his body, which held no ability to withhold warmth, was even cooler than usual, and it only confirmed his original fear of what was happening. Roderich was truly dying; and he was powerless to stop it. No, no, no, no...! He unconsciously tightened his grip, feeling his entire body go stiff as he felt Roderich's hand on his cheek. Everything seemed to be slowing down, making it hard to process what was being said or done, until suddenly it stopped completely.
"Gilbert... I love you."
The creature in his stomach that had leapt with joy at the lightest touches from the musician didn't move. He should have been thrilled; elated and filled with joy at the mere thought of the other caring about him half as much as he did. Yet seeing the brunette slowly fading away in his arms seemed to take all the pleasure away. His heart clenched painfully, and more tears formed in the corners of his eyes. Gott, no... please... Not now. Don't take him away...
"Gilbert... change me."
"Wh-what?" His eyes widened in shock, staring at Roderich as if he'd just asked him to grow a second head. The very thing he'd wanted to try avoiding since he met the other was being thrown back in his face. The smell of the Austrian's blood was sweet and tempting, but the idea of condemning the brunette to that which he had hated for so long scared him.
It was obvious that Roderich was fading fast, and he only had seconds to make his choice. He'd stopped moving, and only the dull flicker in violet eyes was enough to assure Gilbert that he hadn't yet gone. "R-Roderich..." he shivered, licking his lips. "I... Roderich..." I can't hesitate. It's this... or lose him forever. Lacing their fingers together, he leaned down, gently brushing his lips over the other's neck. If he didn't act, he'd be ordered, and that would only make it more painful. "It'll hurt at first..." he said quietly. "Only for a second... t-then... it will feel good... Just concentrate on me. Squeeze my hand... Y-you'll have to... take some of mine once I take some." A gentle touch of lips to skin, then, "I'm sorry, Roderich." If I don't... he's going to die. I'm out of time. "I love you..."
And he bit down. ----------- A/N: DX Rushed post... Had to leave for a bit.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 5, 2010 21:44:36 GMT -5
No regrets... Through dimming, failing vision, Roderich stared at the other man as if through a ridged piece of glass. The cold rain splattered down on his still form, and as Gilbert's fangs became more and more visible through the hazy cloud that seemed to have fallen over his eyes.
He would be lying he if pretended he didn't feel the slightest pang of fear... he was only human, after all. Not... for long... A single tear fell from the corner of his eye, mixing with the rain as he closed his eyes, feeling Gilbert's lips against his neck.
It started as nothing more than a prick, a mild grimace of discomfort. Then the smooth skid of teeth fully entering skin sent a wave of burning agony through him, fueled by his own frantically beating heart. Eyes squeezing tightly shut as tears leaked freely down his face, Roderich cried aloud, grasping the Prussian's hand as his only lifeline as his face twisted in anguish.
Slowly, far too slowly, the pain faded to the background, replaced by a tingling burn that spread across his skin and arched his back. Moaning softly, his tongue poked out to wet his lips, drying in spite of the rain. Breath wheezed in sudden gasps through torn lungs trying to supply air to his body, and without a doubt, in this moment of clarity offered to him by the previous pain's retreat, he knew he was going to die.
God, God, GOTT! Biting his own lip, Roderich felt his gums twist and tear, arching his head back and screaming as fangs erupted from his open mouth, glinting faintly with the white shimmer of enamel. It was too much, too much!
With an incoherent yell, Roderich's eyes darkened as he hurled the Prussian off his with strength surprising even to him. He couldn't even think, tongue running over his new fangs as he forced himself over on all fours, no longer feeling the pain of his wounds replaced by a deep-seated hunger that blotted out reason with desire.
Barely conscious of his own actions, a small voice inside him screamed, no!, but he lunged forward, scrabbling against the slick cobblestones and pinned Gilbert to the ground, mindlessly sinking his new teeth into the other man's neck with greedy force. Tongue scraping the soft skin of the Prussian's neck between his teeth, Roderich closed his eyes and moaned into him, feeling the slick iron taste of blood coating his lips, his tongue, his throat. Far from being repulsed, he bit down harder, unable to get enough. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 5, 2010 22:14:55 GMT -5
Roderich's scream of agony echoed loudly in his ears, making the Prussian wince. He knew all to well the pain of transformation, and to know he forced it on another, let alone one he cared so much for, made him almost regret his split-second decision. The brunette didn't deserve this, any of it. If he hadn't acted so childish about everything, none of this would have happened. His thumb gently began to stroke the back of the other's hand in an attempt to comfort, but the gesture was short lived as he felt himself forced backward and landed on the ground with a painful grunt.
"What the--shit!" For a split second, Gilbert honestly thought he might have to wrestle the brunette to the ground and force him to calm down. The other had already lost a lot of blood and the likelihood of blood-lust was high, but letting the other run through the city would have caused unneeded trouble. However, his fears had both disappeared and doubled when he felt himself pinned down. The shock of the action kept him from fighting back, and it wasn't until he felt a sharp pain shoot through his neck that he realized what was going on.
"R-Roderich...!?" he gasped softly, reflexively throwing his arms up to wrap around the Austrian's waist. A mixed feeling of pleasure and pain was coursing through him, and the albino wasn't sure if it needed to be stopped or not. He could feel the blood stored within his body being drained away, but better it go into Roderich then out a wound and to the ground below. Crimson eyes closed halfway as pale lips parted with a quiet noise somewhere between a whimper and moan. The pain was quickly fading and being replaced by something that felt much closer to pleasure, but he knew it needed to stop.
Moving his hands to Roderich's shoulders, he pushed gently, urging the brunette backward slowly (though he wasn't at all eager to remove the other from his waist). "Roderich..." he called quietly, giving another soft push. "Stop... If you take too much, then I won't be able to think right and I need to watch you... I know I taste awesome, but you need to stop." Another small push. "Boochan."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 5, 2010 23:19:23 GMT -5
A low, guttural growl escaped Roderich lips as he felt the other's hands against his shoulders. Some semblance of sanity had been restored to him with his new blood, and slowly he pulled back, letting his fangs slide slowly from Gilbert's neck. Half-lidded eyes gazing at the Prussian's crimson eyes, Roderich lowered himself to let his tongue trail down the other's neck, catching the sluggish trail of blood slowly winding its way down from an already-closing wound. His new fangs throbbed with a desire to bite, and bite hard, wanting to hear the other man yell his name, and he reached up to grab Gilbert's hands, relishing his new, unnatural strength.
Pulling the other man's fingers away from their grip on his shoulders, he watched the Prussian's face with a tiny smirk as he licked his own blood from Gilbert's fingertips. Had he been himself, he would have scrambled away, flushing madly and sputtering like a fool, but this new power he felt coursing through his body like a pounding, sensual heat brought out the 'master' side of him he rarely acknowledged. "Oh, but my dear Gilbert..." he fairly purred, wrapping his tongue coyly around a single finger before releasing it to continue speaking, "Do you really want me to go so badly...?"
Such power, such control in his own body! Exhaling in a half-memory of being human, he let his breath kiss the other man's face before rising to his feet and glancing at the carnage around them. "In any case, we should return ho--"
Clutching his throat as a fiery pain blasted through him, Roderich fell to his knees with a muffled scream. Every muscle, every fiber of his being was on fire! and he squeezed his eyes tightly shut, shaking with the effort to control the pain before collapsing to his side. From the corner of his eye, he could see Elizaveta, but he couldn't make out the expression on her face... and right now, he couldn't bring himself to care at the sheer horrifying agony that was screaming through him!
"W-w-what's happen--" His words were cut off with another deep-throated scream as he writhed on the ground. There was no way the townspeople couldn't hear him. Turning over, he grabbed Gilbert by the collar and pulled his face to his. "Get us out of here before both of us get hanged!" he hissed through the pounding fire as his own body felt as if it were trying to tear itself apart. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 6, 2010 0:23:24 GMT -5
A soft sigh of relief escaped Gilbert's pale lips as Roderich moved back. The colour had, happily, returned to the brunette's eyes, but the look on his face did little for comfort. Something in the Prussian's mind snapped in two as he felt a rough and wet tongue against his neck, causing him to tilt his head to the side to allow the Austrian easier access for what he was doing. By the time the mouth at his neck reached his fingers, his mind had gone blissfully blank for the second time that night and his cheeks turned a deep shade of red. "R-Roderich...?" his voice hitched faintly as he scrambled to his feet after the brunette, eyes wide. "What the hell was... Shit!"
Feeling himself tugged forward, he gingerly scooped the brunette into his arms, murmuring quiet words of comfort into the other's ear. The musician was going to be in a great deal of pain for the rest of the night, and he wanted to do all he could to fix that. He would need more blood and a bed, just somewhere comfortable and safe he could hold the brunette down until the venom took it's full effects. "Just hang on, Roddy... Concentrate on me, and try not to scream. Everything... will be just fine. You've got the awesome me here, remember? I won't let anything go wrong." Bowing his head, he brushed his lips over Roderich's with a gentle smile. "Just hold on to me... Think only about me, okay? Don't pay attention to the pain. Just think about how awesome I am... and all the fun we'll have together in the future."
His attention shifted back toward the scene around them and he sighed. There was going to be a panic in the morning, he was sure, but for now, he just wanted to get away before they were dragged into it all. "Lizzy," he called to the Hungarian quietly, clutching Roderich to his chest as he started forward. "Come on, grab my sword and let's go. We can talk back at the house, but we need to get him inside and away from humanity for the moment. He's still unstable and in a lot of pain. We can't take any risks."
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 6, 2010 7:10:31 GMT -5
She didn't know when, didn't realize how, but today, she had killed someone. Pulling the now blood-stained blade away from the throat, Elizaveta winced at the disgusting sound, reminding her so much of those animal slaughters she once saw on a certain month of the year. Only that, this time it was a person, instead of an animal. I killed someone. She swallowed, throat dry and burning, something wet trailing over her cheeks.
Leaning to the cold walls for support, her boots now colored red, the Hungarian breathed, a moment alone was all she needed to clear her mind. She can't, she definitely can't bear to see at Roderich now, on his last minutes already despite being so young, and I just managed to see him again--
And somehow, the other's voice pierced right through her eardrums, filling it with agony and pain. She only stared, wide-eyed at the horror, as it happened too fast, far too fast for her to catch up with. One moment, the Austrian was almost a lifeless dummy, the next moment, he had the Prussian beneath him, biting onto his neck.
Did he- Did Gilbert just... But it is better than having the other leave this world... right?
The girl watched as the events unfolded themselves right in front of her, face aghast as her nightmare turned to reality. She wanted to shout, to yell at them and told them to stop, that they're in a city, in danger of an innocent passerby actually passing through this place, now reeking with smells of blood. But there she stood, frozen in her fear, too afraid to even breathe, and her hand clutched to the hilt of the sword tightly, only to drop it when she heard another scream.
Do not want... Her hands covered her ear, and she shut her eyes, not wanting to see any of this anymore.
"Lizzy"
"G-Gil?" She slowly brought her hands down at the sight, a shot of relief when she found out that Roderich was no longer that scary beast, the one her mother would often told her about to force her to the bed when she was a wee child. Nodding, although still trembling slightly, she bent down, picking the sword from the filthy ground. "You guys should go first... I can take care of myself. They won't hurt me," I'm still a human after all. "And besides... I-I will just slow you down."
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 6, 2010 14:03:54 GMT -5
"Elizabeta..." Gilbert growled, taking a step toward the brunette. "I'm not below dragging you both to the house. I'm strong enough to do it." His eyes narrowed in faint annoyance and he took another step forward. "Right now, Roddy needs us both to help him through this, and unless you want him to be left alone while I'm running around trying to make it easier... You're his friend, Elizabeta. You're coming with me... He needs a friend, even if those memories are gone. I can't make you come... but in my opinion, you'd be a damn shitty friend to abandon him now just because you're a little scared. You have to return my sword anyway."
Without waiting for a response, Gilbert adjusted his grip on the brunette in his arms. "...Just hold on, Roddy." Everything will be alright... I promise. Glancing over his shoulder, he gave the Hungarian only a lingering glance before starting off toward the house at a quick jog.
It didn't take him long to reach the house, and he slipped inside without a word, making his way toward one of the upper rooms. He laid Roderich down carefully in a bed, tossing the sheets aside to avoid the other getting tangled inside. A pale hand rose to stroke the side of the other's face gently, whispering quietly and urging him to calm down. "Roderich... Look at me... You need to calm down. The pain... don't concentrate on it. Look at me. I'm the important one here." I need to get more blood... He needs to feed. Dammit! Where is she!? I need help...
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Post by Lovino Vargas on Apr 6, 2010 15:17:37 GMT -5
Roderich buried his face into the Prussian's shoulder as they ran, strangling his screams in his throat at the searing flame coursing through his veins instead of blood.
If he had thought that having holes torn clean through his body by magical energy had been the most painful thing that could ever happen to a person, he was quickly proved wrong. A red haze swam in front of his vision as tears leaked from his eyes from the sheer anguish his peppering his skin like tiny needles, seeking out his every weak point and twisting. Every muscle screamed in rigid tautness, tearing from the new-found strength pouring into them and just as quickly healing, tearing and healing in rapid succession to make him stronger.
It took him a moment to realize that they were no longer in the city, that he was lying on a bed and Gilbert was lightly stroking his face, urging him to calm down, calm do--
who's calm?! mein gott the pain was going to tear him apart and he was preaching for him to be calm?! [/i][/b] Carefully trimmed fingernails dug furrows into the sheet as the strain of popping muscles forced his head back, screaming hoarsely. Deep within him, a gnawing hunger mounted and threatened to overwhelm him with its fiery red veil. Digging his fingers into the sheets to restrain himself against his own body, Roderich's eyes glared from behind sweat-fogged glasses. "Get me something to eat," he growled in a voice that was barely his own, biting his own lip hard enough to pierce it in an attempt to ease the burning throb in his new teeth. "Dammit, go!"[/sub][/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 6, 2010 16:16:38 GMT -5
Dammit... Running a hand through his hair, Gilbert groaned. Roderich's hunger was going to be a problem. To move him throughout the house would only cause problems, and he couldn't risk losing control of the brunette for even a second. Tying him down would be ultimately useless, and the only reason he'd made it through his transformation so easily was because of Frederick's careful attention. A constant supply of blood had been at his disposal, though not in large increments.
"Here..." he leaned forward, nuzzling the side of Roderich's face. As long as Roderich was fed, things would keep calm. He would be able to keep from losing control himself, at least for a little while. He was used to starving himself, and as long as Roderich didn't drain him near-dry... "Roderich, drink from me... You did it before, didn't you? Heh, I bet you can't resist how awesome I taste." Somewhere in the back of his mind, Gilbert felt a thrill he knew he shouldn't have had at the idea of Roderich biting him. He knew how pleasurable the bite of a vampire could be, but with the brunette... it felt pleasurable; like nothing he'd every felt, and he was ashamed to admit he wanted more. "I'll drink more when Lizzy gets back here. She can bring me something to eat and you can keep taking from me..." ------------ A/N: Hurhur. Lovi post. XD
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Apr 6, 2010 22:46:22 GMT -5
His eyes darkened as he looked into the Prussian's crimson eyes, slowly releasing his grip on the sheets. If he focused on the sound of Gilbert's voice, on that somewhat-embarrassed face, a warmer heat stole through him, pushing the pain back even if just for the slightest bit. Opening his mouth, he licked the small puncture wounds he'd made in his own lower lip, never releasing the Prussian from his stare as the wounds healed within seconds.
"Are you offering... because you think I can't resist you, Gilbert, or are you offering because it is you..." With almost frightening speed, Roderich lunged forward until he was nose-to-nose with the other man, the lightest of smirks gracing his lips as he moved his head around to let his breath whisper against Gilbert's ear, "Who can't resist me?"
His tongue darted out and caressed the shell of Gilbert's ear as his hands deftly unbuttoned the Prussian's shirt to further reveal his neck, forcing him down on the bed and climbing atop him. He could barely even think, bloodlust clouding his mind. It wasn't enough to simply feed... he had to feel the fear, the lust, the raw emotion coursing through his body as he grabbed Gilbert's wrists with both hands and pinned them beside his head, shifting to straddle him completely.
He lowered his head to kiss the other man's ear again, biting it without drawing blood, smirking at his reaction before trailing his tongue down his neck to the hollow of his throat. oh god it hurt, but the power -- sent a shiver down his spine, fierce desire pounding through his veins. His lips brushed Gilbert's neck teasingly, tongue swirling elaborate patterns before finally, he allowed his teeth to sink into his throat.
A deep, open-mouthed moan escaped unwillingly from between his lips as the warm, red liquid flowed into his mouth, easing his burning pain... but the desire remained, a deep, aching desire that was just as agonizing but infinitely more pleasurable. Slowly letting his teeth slide free, he trailed his tongue up along Gilbert's chin to hover over his lips. Releasing one of Gilbert's hands, Roderich reached down and swiped up the final droplets of blood from the wound and licked the excess from his own finger.
"You really," he breathed, violet eyes dark with arousal as he stared down at the Prussian, feeling his body tense against him, seeing the lean muscle through his half-open shirt, "Should watch what you say..."
And then he gave in and let his lips brush the other's; not too hard, but with a gentle insistence as he released Gilbert's other hand and let his own free hand trail lightly down his bare chest. [/blockquote]
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 7, 2010 0:16:21 GMT -5
A muffled moan forced it's way though Gilbert's lips as he felt Roderich's tongue against his ear. His spine tingled with anticipation as he tried to angle his body properly, wanting to allow the brunette full access for what he was doing that felt so good. A smirk formed on his face as a hand came to rest in Roderich's hair, tugging gently at the brown strands as the tongue moved to his neck. "I'm just... too awesome to resist... Haven't we been over this? You can't resist my taste and you want mo--" the rest of his sentence was lost in a noise somewhere between a moan and gasp. Sharp fangs were piercing his neck once more and it took every bit of self control he was able to scrap together to keep from pushing down on the other's neck in an attempt to bring him closer.
Roderich... he thought, unable to work his vocal cords properly to call out. Dammit... It should feel like this. Why the hell am I craving what I already... am... And then the pleasure stopped all too soon for the Prussian's liking. He almost growled in protest when the Austrian pulled away, but happily obliged when he felt a pair of lips against his own. His arms worked their way around Roderich's waist and tugged him closer, pinning the brunette's hand against his chest as he tilted his head to the side just slightly and allow himself a better angle to the other.
"If... I knew you were going to be like this..." Gilbert sighed as he pulled away slowly, allowing his head to fall back against one of the pillows, "I might have actually considered changing you sooner. I like this side of you." He grinned and brought one of his hands to Roderich's face, carefully brushing a thumb over his lips and cheek to remove a crimson smear of blood. "You're a messy eater," he noted, finding a bizarre amusement in it as he repeated the movement on the other side of the brunette's face before bringing it up to Roderich's mouth for him to clean as he willed. "Who would have thought bocchan had such a commanding side to him..." As he spoke, the room around Roderich's figure seemed to swirl and blur, causing a minor panic in the back of Gilbert's mind. Shit... he's drinking too much. I'm going to be the one going into blood-lust soon...
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Post by Elizaveta Héderváry on Apr 7, 2010 2:35:57 GMT -5
When the other finally left her, taking Roderich away with him, the Hungarian didn't move. She stood there, mind blank, confused as to what she should really do. Gilbert's words were stuck in her mind, and no matter how much she didn't want to admit it, the thought did pass her mind, to just leave this place and forget all about it, the things she have just watched, what she had done...
Taking a step forward, she could hear a commotion already brewing. Maybe it was just her imagination, maybe not, but she needs to go now. Back to where Roderich and Gilbert is. Or she'll just dwell on those thoughts longer. Her steps echoed on the path, and for the last time, she glanced back, making sure no traces are left.
It shouldn't have felt that long, to go back to the other's house, but when she reached the front door, her chest was beating hard from all the work it had to do in such a short time. The door swung open without any creaks, and she followed the trail upstairs, finding it to end in front of a room. "Gilbert, Roderich, you guys in ther--"
She immediately coughed.
Awkwardly.
But hell, it wasn't as awkward as stumbling upon them like this.
Oh, she can't take her eyes off of them though, even as she spoke, a flush adorning her cheeks. "I thought you told me to come back and help?" Tilting her head, no, it's not so that she could get a better view of it, Elizaveta's lean body rested at the doorframe, her eyes giving them a calculating look. "But, then again, if you want me to leave and let you guys have your fun time alone, I don't mind too."
Lies, a voice in her head told herself. But it was wrong, to even found herself slightly enjoying this, taking each seconds she could to carve the memories into her brain. Still, as an extra precaution, her hand reached for the strapped frying pan around her belt (how could she forget it?), feet ready to run despite exhausted should this turns into an event that would endanger her well-being. There's nothing wrong with being cautious, even though those two are supposed to be her friends. Friendship is an important matter, and so does her life. She can't risk anything before finding that old hag. That would mean throwing the years she had spent into nothing, an oblivion.
And she doesn't want that.
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COCKBLOCKED? ;3
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Post by Gilbert Weillschmidt on Apr 7, 2010 14:26:18 GMT -5
Pouting when he heard a new voice enter the room, Gilbert peered around Roderich's side and sighed. Elizaveta had come back, and he wasn't sure if he was pleased or upset at the idea. On the plus side, the brunette currently pinning him wouldn't be depressed once he finally managed to calm down, on the negative, she'd interrupted the sudden rush of dominance which was somewhat depressing on his part. "I knew you'd come back..." he muttered, carefully pushing his contractor off his waist to move off the bed. His vision blurred again as he stood up, but the feeling was ignored. He needed to get downstairs and fast. The last thing he needed was to lose control and bite the Hungarian; one vampire going through transformation was going to be had enough, two would be murder.
"You're coming with me," he said, leaving no room for argument in his voice as he turned back to Roderich. "Roddy, you need to stay in this room, understand? I know you can't possible stand to be away from the awesome me for more than a few minutes, but there's something I have to take care of and I'll have more... food for you when I get back." He leaned in and brushed his lips over Roderich's forehead before pulling away and pushing Elizaveta out the door. His eyes lingered momentarily over what appeared to be a weapon that she was fingering, but he didn't bother trying to get a better look. He needed her downstairs and out of the brunette's current range of smell.
"Kitchen," he explained, pushing the Hungarian female down the hallway and toward the stairs. "We're going to the kitchen. There's an icebox in the pantry and it's fully of blood bags; animal, before you freak out on me. We need to get them and heat a few up. Roddy seems to think I'm the most tempting meal around right now and if he drains me too much, then you're going to look like one to me. I need to eat. Don't get squeamish on me now because this is helping your gay boyfriend. I don't really care right or left if the blood is cold, but I need you to heat a few of them up for me to take upstairs in case he suddenly gets bored with me; though I doubt that..." he finished with a grin. "Someone as awesome as me is pretty hard to resist, especially if I'm offering myself as an all you can eat buffet. Got it? We only have a few minutes. He's going to end up in a lot of pain again and he'll want something to make it go away; that's me, but if he smells you, a living human... Well, let's not worry about that for now." ----------------- A/N: ELIZAVETA TOTALLY ENJOYED THAT! D< Why stop it!?
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