I'm already dreading this meeting and now he has to go and have an attitude. I hate going to council. I shouldn't have to grovel at their feet for anything. I Lord Gaspard should be on that damn council. My name, my standing, it is all for nothing. Instead they have Kenta whose only interest is what lies in his pants.
I look up at him as I go through my papers. "Then don't come. Maybe I'll be in a better mood when I come back if I don't have to put up with you glaring at your father."
I turn to him, "Perhaps I should be glaring at you!"
Moving quickly I grab the papers from his hand, "I am tired of this attitude Gaspard! Christian is gone! He is in love and you should understand! Would you rather Lord Kenta have joined us!?"
I am sick of the insolence around here. Do none of them remember who I am?!
I grab his wrist, tight, and pull him to my face growling at him. "Do not speak that traitor's name in my presence!" I snatch the papers back out of his hand then let go of him shoving him away. "For your insolence you will stay home." I know why he truly comes. "I do not need a chaperone."
I grab his arm and pull him toward me! "I am your mate not your servant! And this is not insolence I am trying to save you from losing yourself to your anger! You are going to make a mistake soon Gaspard."
I cannot believe Gaspard would do this to him but then I heard him earlier and even I hid. I know him to be capable of great cruelty.
I sit for a few seconds watching his tears fall, the firelight flickering across his face and it brings back memories of a time when I thought my world had ended and I was all alone. That was a very painful time and I never had anyone to help me through it. I wish I had.
I slip my arm around his shoulders and hiss. "He is a fool to push you away." My hand slips down his arm as I pull him to me. "He does not deserve to have your love."
His words surprise me. Rapheal has always been so quite and loyal to Gaspard. I look up into his face and see such compassion... my heart hurts so much and his comfort surrounds me.
Wrapping myself around him I continue to cry, "I've only ever felt his love, and now.... oh Rapheal it hurts so much."
Clinging to him I pull myself even closer to him. I feel his arms hold me tight as I bury my face next to his neck. I feel weak and so unworthy, I need him to make it all go away.
It feels so good in his arms. Not even lifting my head from his shoulder I look around - this is beautiful - and Gaspards. I've never been here, but it has his scent.
"Thank you Raphael. I feel better being far away."
Lifting my head I turn my face to look into his, "You will stay with me won't you?"
I'm trying to remember where everything is in this place. I was only ever here the once and things weren't exactly good at the time. It was before Gaspard turned me when I was still just his manservant so my memory is very vague. I remember him fighting with his father and me being sent to my quarters. The slave brand on the back of my neck itches slightly as a reminder of my origins and the way I still view myself.
You will stay with me won't you?
I look down into his eyes and have to look away. The vulnerability in them stirs something in me that I have not felt for a long time. "I will not leave until you tell me to go."
I look at the doorway to our left then up to the staircase ahead of us. "Do you require sleep my Lord, or a feed..." I bite on my lip unsure, feeling a bit out of my depth, very aware of being alone with him, his body in my arms suddenly very much heavier in my senses. "Whatever you desire..."
I look at him with confusion, "Why do you address me like that?"
Pulling away from him I stand in front of him, my hands on either side of his face. "Please Rapheal, I need you, I need a friend."
My fingers slip through his hair to the back of his neck, "We are both in danger - we need to protect each other. Do not do this out of some sort of... obligation you think you have to me."
Suddenly I fear that is exactly what he is doing. Does he not really want to help me - did he lie about wanting me? Stepping away from him, my arms wrapping around my suddenly cold body, "Don't stay if you don't want to... please I can't h-handle any more lies."
"No!" Immediately I feel I have offended him in some way again. I put a hand out and touch his arm. With my other hand I clasp the back of my neck in my anxiety. I feel my slave brand and pull my hand away. "I do not lie."
I place my other hand on his arms as well. "Please.. I mean no disrespect." Then realise that sounds like grovelling. I step closer and sigh. "I want to be your friend." I look up at him. "Your beauty, your status.. sometimes I get stuck in the old ways." I move my hands up his arms to his shoulders. "I just want to help you."
I moan deeply when I feel his tongue against mine and his hands moving over me. Pulling at his shirt I tug at it needing to feel his skin. My hands finding his back and the lean muscles moving under my palms.
"Yes, yes..."
I gasp when I press my hips up to his I feel his hardness against mine. Suddenly I need him, everything. Need to feel his all over me, I need to touch and taste him.
Sucking on his lower lip I open my eyes and look into his. Letting go of his lip I whimper, "So beautiful, Raphael, so beautiful."
I smile down at him as I sit up. "Yes you are. Very beautiful." I take my hands off him long enough to pull my shirt off. "So very very beautiful." Then my lips are on his again and my hands on his shirt ripping it open hearing every button pop.
My fingers find his nipples, hard tight buds, as my mouth makes its way down his neck. Loving how he responds to me. My fangs emerge and I nip his skin, not hard enough to draw blood but teasingly close as I lick and kiss wanting to taste him so badly.
I moan and flatten my hands out on his chest grinding against his heat and hardness. "Please can I taste you..."
Gasping at the way he teases me with his fangs I moan out a yes when he asks to taste me. My fingers fisting his hair pulling him down on top of me I lean my head to the side to give him purchase to my neck if that is where he desires to bite me.
I feel my own fangs distend and my wings begin to flutter. I want to feel his hands, lips, tongue - teeth on them! Unfolding them fully I wrap them around us - as if to shield us from the outside world.
I hear, feel and smell his wings surround me and I moan at the softness of his feathers on my bare skin. I want to touch them, feel his feathers curled in the palms of my hand.
I suck on his neck as I slip my hands under him my fingers threading through his feathers and over his back as I lift him slightly. I curl them and they close over the muscle and bone under the feathers. I gasp at the feel of his pulse racing and thumping strongly there and I can hold back no longer.
I pull him up tight to my chest feeling his back arch, my hands gripping his wings, holding him and I sink my fangs into his neck. His blood flows into my mouth and I moan loudly at the taste. It's the strongest most intoxicating blood I have ever tasted and so hot so very very hot. I grind against him and sink my fangs in further moaning and drinking him in and drowning in how perfect he is.
My body limp as I try to breath. I shiver when he kisses my cheek and smile, "Yes, not that I doubted you."
Taking a few more breaths I look back at him, "I just didn't know you wanted me that much. I'm so glad you did."
I cup my wings around him and stroke his back for a moment as we look into each others eyes. When I can finally breath normally I pull my wings in, and turn under him.
My fingers caress his face before slipping back into his hair, "How could anyone hurt you?"
"I would say the same of you." I lean in and kiss him, not the deep passionate kisses we shared before but a softer more lingering one. The ones that are nice to share after good sex. Then I rest my head on his shoulder and lay my arm across his chest and smile at the feel of all our blood there.
I move my fingers lazily through it stroking his skin. I chuckle. "We made quite a mess." I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck one of them humming my appreciation for the taste then hold them up to his mouth. "Quite a delicious mess at that."
I moan softly before opening my mouth and taking his fingers in. Sucking on them I taste us both, we make a beautiful combination. His fingers slip from my lips and I roll over so I can lick his chest clean.
Taking my time I savor the taste of our blood, his skin and sweat. My hands move slowly down his arms loving the way his muscles flex under my touch.
This feels more than just sexual. Exploring his taste and feel, allowing me to know him in this way is so much more than just physical pleasure. My tongue circles his right nipple and I whimper at the feel of him fingers running through my hair.
I moan and shift slightly at the feel of his mouth and hands on me while I run my fingers through his hair. It's wet and matted with blood in places but I still love the feel of the soft strands slipping through my fingers as I watch him. I love the intimacy in this moment.
My eyes run over the curve of his shoulder following the line of my hand as I caress his body, the muscles moving sensuously under his pale skin, the slope of his back, the round mounds of his ass. He is perfect in every way, not just physically, and I feel a pang that this is probably the only time I will ever have him like this.
Gaspard will eventually come looking for him and I don't want to think about that.
I close my eyes and just enjoy the feel of him letting my hand wander over his warm skin. He's absolutely beautiful and I am glad I had the chance to see under that arrogant facade. To know that's just what it is, a facade, under that he is much like me, he wants to be loved, accepted, to be special. He deserves it.
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I look up at him as I go through my papers. "Then don't come. Maybe I'll be in a better mood when I come back if I don't have to put up with you glaring at your father."
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Moving quickly I grab the papers from his hand, "I am tired of this attitude Gaspard! Christian is gone! He is in love and you should understand! Would you rather Lord Kenta have joined us!?"
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I grab his wrist, tight, and pull him to my face growling at him. "Do not speak that traitor's name in my presence!" I snatch the papers back out of his hand then let go of him shoving him away. "For your insolence you will stay home." I know why he truly comes. "I do not need a chaperone."
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I grab his arm and pull him toward me! "I am your mate not your servant! And this is not insolence I am trying to save you from losing yourself to your anger! You are going to make a mistake soon Gaspard."
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Choking back a sob I whisper, "He doesn't love me... he - he lied to me Raphael. He has forsaken us all."
Hanging my head I cry, tears falling from my lashes. All the joy Gaspard brought into my life has been stripped from me leaving me raw and scared.
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I sit for a few seconds watching his tears fall, the firelight flickering across his face and it brings back memories of a time when I thought my world had ended and I was all alone. That was a very painful time and I never had anyone to help me through it. I wish I had.
I slip my arm around his shoulders and hiss. "He is a fool to push you away." My hand slips down his arm as I pull him to me. "He does not deserve to have your love."
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Wrapping myself around him I continue to cry, "I've only ever felt his love, and now.... oh Rapheal it hurts so much."
Clinging to him I pull myself even closer to him. I feel his arms hold me tight as I bury my face next to his neck. I feel weak and so unworthy, I need him to make it all go away.
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"Thank you Raphael. I feel better being far away."
Lifting my head I turn my face to look into his, "You will stay with me won't you?"
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You will stay with me won't you?
I look down into his eyes and have to look away. The vulnerability in them stirs something in me that I have not felt for a long time. "I will not leave until you tell me to go."
I look at the doorway to our left then up to the staircase ahead of us. "Do you require sleep my Lord, or a feed..." I bite on my lip unsure, feeling a bit out of my depth, very aware of being alone with him, his body in my arms suddenly very much heavier in my senses. "Whatever you desire..."
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Pulling away from him I stand in front of him, my hands on either side of his face. "Please Rapheal, I need you, I need a friend."
My fingers slip through his hair to the back of his neck, "We are both in danger - we need to protect each other. Do not do this out of some sort of... obligation you think you have to me."
Suddenly I fear that is exactly what he is doing. Does he not really want to help me - did he lie about wanting me? Stepping away from him, my arms wrapping around my suddenly cold body, "Don't stay if you don't want to... please I can't h-handle any more lies."
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I place my other hand on his arms as well. "Please.. I mean no disrespect." Then realise that sounds like grovelling. I step closer and sigh. "I want to be your friend." I look up at him. "Your beauty, your status.. sometimes I get stuck in the old ways." I move my hands up his arms to his shoulders. "I just want to help you."
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"Yes, yes..."
I gasp when I press my hips up to his I feel his hardness against mine. Suddenly I need him, everything. Need to feel his all over me, I need to touch and taste him.
Sucking on his lower lip I open my eyes and look into his. Letting go of his lip I whimper, "So beautiful, Raphael, so beautiful."
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My fingers find his nipples, hard tight buds, as my mouth makes its way down his neck. Loving how he responds to me. My fangs emerge and I nip his skin, not hard enough to draw blood but teasingly close as I lick and kiss wanting to taste him so badly.
I moan and flatten my hands out on his chest grinding against his heat and hardness. "Please can I taste you..."
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I feel my own fangs distend and my wings begin to flutter. I want to feel his hands, lips, tongue - teeth on them! Unfolding them fully I wrap them around us - as if to shield us from the outside world.
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I suck on his neck as I slip my hands under him my fingers threading through his feathers and over his back as I lift him slightly. I curl them and they close over the muscle and bone under the feathers. I gasp at the feel of his pulse racing and thumping strongly there and I can hold back no longer.
I pull him up tight to my chest feeling his back arch, my hands gripping his wings, holding him and I sink my fangs into his neck. His blood flows into my mouth and I moan loudly at the taste. It's the strongest most intoxicating blood I have ever tasted and so hot so very very hot. I grind against him and sink my fangs in further moaning and drinking him in and drowning in how perfect he is.
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Taking a few more breaths I look back at him, "I just didn't know you wanted me that much. I'm so glad you did."
I cup my wings around him and stroke his back for a moment as we look into each others eyes. When I can finally breath normally I pull my wings in, and turn under him.
My fingers caress his face before slipping back into his hair, "How could anyone hurt you?"
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I move my fingers lazily through it stroking his skin. I chuckle. "We made quite a mess." I bring my fingers up to my mouth and suck one of them humming my appreciation for the taste then hold them up to his mouth. "Quite a delicious mess at that."
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Taking my time I savor the taste of our blood, his skin and sweat. My hands move slowly down his arms loving the way his muscles flex under my touch.
This feels more than just sexual. Exploring his taste and feel, allowing me to know him in this way is so much more than just physical pleasure. My tongue circles his right nipple and I whimper at the feel of him fingers running through my hair.
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My eyes run over the curve of his shoulder following the line of my hand as I caress his body, the muscles moving sensuously under his pale skin, the slope of his back, the round mounds of his ass. He is perfect in every way, not just physically, and I feel a pang that this is probably the only time I will ever have him like this.
Gaspard will eventually come looking for him and I don't want to think about that.
I close my eyes and just enjoy the feel of him letting my hand wander over his warm skin. He's absolutely beautiful and I am glad I had the chance to see under that arrogant facade. To know that's just what it is, a facade, under that he is much like me, he wants to be loved, accepted, to be special. He deserves it.
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