Awakened Senses

[Marcus Beist]

   It was a bit embarrassing really. Marcus should have really gotten used to finding himself in strange places... naked, or mostly naked.  As it was, he had been curled up under against a tree.  The tall, slender trunks within the forest weren't completely blackened by the night.  No, moon did reach through the leaves to offer faint light on trunks and the tall grasses that had been so soft beneath him... at least when he'd been furry.  White flowers seemed to glow, in sharp contrast to the darker grasses, as that light played against their soft petals. It really was a wonderful sight. 

    At the very least, Marcus seemed to still have at least some cloth on him, though it was hardly anything to speak of.  At least his... intimate parts were 'covered'.  That was about as much as he could say about what tattered cloth remained of his pants, well actually they probably had been shorts.  There was no trace of a shirt... and of course he hadn't anything to use for shoes.  If only he would have went back before curling up for a nap.  He did remember though that everything had seemed so peaceful, and he had only 'thought' to rest for a bit. 

    With an absent, but not really upset sigh, Marcus folded his legs, shifting into a somewhat comfortable sitting position, with his back against the bark. He'd have to start back, question was, would he try it as he was now, try to get himself to shift once he'd rested a bit, or wait until it just decided to happen on its own.  He couldn't believe he was considering how fortunate it might have been if he was upset by finding himself in the forest, seemingly alone.  When he was upset it was much more likely he would simply switch forms due to the stress; however, Marcus found he was mostly at ease at the moment.  After all, he was exasperated because, he was starting to become a bit too used to finding himself in strange places, with memories that he still needed some practice at deciphering properly.  

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[Gunnar Helgison]

It was a sight indeed...and one that Gunnar had not expected to come upon as he'd been more than certain he'd be enjoying a solitary jaunt out in the forests he'd been pleased to find what would be his new 'home' surrounded by. Of course, he didn't immediately stumble upon the mostly unclad Marcus - at least not immediately. No, Gunnar had meandered idly down the rather rambling but still known path he'd chosen...his wolf's nose pressed idly to the ground in search of something interesting to chase. 


Gunnar found it easier to simply /be/ in this form, his wolf's mind having little room for the complications that his vampiric one found all too easy to create. But even this bliss couldn't last forever as he knew from experience that lingering too long in this shape occasionally made it more difficult to get back to 'normal - and though Gunnar didn't like to admit it, he had a very definite reason for wanting to be able to walk on two legs, and that reason was something he found himself faced with rather abruptly as he stepped out of brush. 


The sight of Marcus sitting there, looking so relaxed and so very nearly naked was certainly something to see on it's own. But when combined with the spill of moonlight and the ethereal glow it cast on the flora surrounding him, it was damn near breath taking. He paused, unable to help the way his gaze moved to take in as much of the beautiful boy as he could, and didn't even catch himself until his eyes were travelling down the length of mostly bare legs and the tip of his tongue was idly trailing along the flat front of one of his fangs from behind closed lips. 


Abruptly, Gunnar forced his gaze back up - heat flashing briefly into his eyes before he managed to school such a thing back into the rather careful neutrality that was more habit than anything. Though, even in this, it was likely his expression was considerably warmer than it might have been to someone else. "Did we...have a nice run?", he asked, fingers returning to the button of the jeans he'd had the foresight to tuck away in a weather proof pack so he could finish closing them up. A moment's further pause was given, his head tilted faintly to the side and allowing some of his hair to fall freely into his line of vision as he hadn't bothered to pack a hair tie...or a shirt for that matter. After that moment, though, Gunnar would offer just the barest ghost of a smile and then point to a patch of ground nearby. "May I join you? It's been a while since I've bothered to enjoy the moon...and though I hadn't been planning on company, I would enjoy yours. If you'd be so willing." And with this, he fell silent again, gaze settling evenly on the other male's as he waited for an answer. 

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Wearing: Low-slung jeans that are kinda frayed at the hems, and nothing else. >w< 

[Marcus Beist]

    The sudden appearance of Gunnar startled him a bit, and he jumped a little. It was only a minor thing though, and likely to the vampire it hadn't been sudden at all. Gunnar was, after all, far more perceptive than he was. The slightly more rapid beating of his heart might have stilled again, except that there was something about the way the other's presence made his mind return to one of their more recent encounters.  The memory of those fangs buried into his neck was quite fresh, especially with the site of the other without a shirt. 

   "I...guess. Things still don't always make sense to me", he answers softly in response to being questioned about his run.  It was a tricky thing really, making sense out of what he remembered. Honestly, any time he woke up somewhere indoors and there wasn't complete and total destruction, he was pleasantly surprised.  Then, as things might have seemed to be returning to normal for his internal systems the other asked to join him.  

   "Please do" There was a distinctly flushed look to his cheeks, something Marcus wouldn't have been able to see in the low light, but was likely quite telling to the vampire. The thought of that bite continued to linger in the forefront of his mind; likely, it was because he hadn't figured out how they were supposed to treat what had happened. Probably they weren't obligated to talk about it, but would bringing it up upset the other; would not bringing it up seem like he was trying to forget it or regretted the matter? 

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[Gunnar Helgison]

Perhaps if that pulse hadn't come into play, Gunnar would have been able to simply sit and enjoy the other's company as he'd intended. But it was there, and it only served to speed up as he drew nearer - and it played it's all too tempting rhythm along the buttons that brought the predator out in the vampire, and had him shifting from his seated position into something that was more conducive to something closer to a sinuous sort of crawl. The sort of motion a big cat might use when stalking it's prey into a corner. 


"You make me /hungry/", he purred, more of that heat flooding up into his eyes as he soon hovered over the boy and peered directly into the other's eyes. That gaze only lingered a moment though as it soon dropped to the source of that pulse - eyes caressing the curve of the other's neck the way a hand might, even while his tongue trailed over the front of his fangs once more.

"You make me.../want/." Another glance was shifted upwards even as he continued to crawl towards the boy, not ceasing until he was able to straddle the other's lap, and lean down to inhale deeply of the other's scent before snapping perhaps pointedly at the air just above the other's pulse. "And if I didn't know any better, Marcus, I'd say you did it on purpose." There was a hint of a perhaps rueful amusement in his voice as he spoke, but even then he kept what he had to say brief...the vampire wanting just a little taste of what he so well remembered. Fangs bared briefly, a shiver running up his spine, but even then he didn't bite...no. Instead he bent his head to the other's neck and, of all things, /sucked/ at the skin just above the force of the lycan's pulse - fingers slipping up into the other's hair to keep Marcus's head in place.  

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[Marcus Beist]

   The approach would have been frightening, if he didn't know Gunnar so well. The display still didn't fail to surprise him, however, his eyes widening as his gaze followed the way the other 'stalked' over to settle in his lap. Those words though, those are what got to him, that tone sending shivers throughout his body, while what the vampire had to say only made him blush fiercely.  The idea that he might intentionally try to get the other in such a state... well maybe it wasn't entirely implausible.  Gunnar wasn't the only one that was made to want after all.  Still, he was quite sure that he couldn't do it on purpose, even if he'd wanted to.  Even so, that didn't stop him from feeling like a little kid who got caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

    The blush wasn't the only thing that took obvious notice of the situation. Other parts of him were just as eager for him to be bitten, to feel that cooler body pressed against his own. The lycan couldn't help but squirm with a soft little whimper, that begged for the other to be dominant, even if the human in him still didn't understand the utterances his new instincts brought forth. All he knew is, the clan master was so close to him, pressed against him, and clearly in want.  His mind focused on memories of the time the other had bitten him, and those memories didn't help his 'state any'. 

    "I... I would like to feed you", he offers softly, instantly thinking that perhaps he shouldn't have said that, but Gunnar had told him before there was nothing wrong with him voicing such things.  It was so odd, how the vampire made him feel, the way Gunnar seemed to blow right through his whole concept of not knowing what his preferences were.  Such thought were quickly interrupted as the other latched onto his neck and sucked at it. "Gunnar" It was a single word, only the other's name, but there were hints of his own need, subtle because couldn't help but feel abashed, but that sense of shyness wasn't enough to stop the distinctly heavy tones, the prospect of the other biting him and wanting him provoked

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[Gunnar Helgison]

There was something to be said for fresh, night air and a warm, willing lycan squirming beneath him. He growled, low and soft - one hand placing itself flat against the tree as he continued to suck and nip at that skin that he wanted to badly to penetrate. "Marcus...", he groaned, unable to help the need that the other's name held - need that was born as much from hunger in it's most basic form as it was from other , more complicated things that twisted his heart and his guts up into knots. But even with that tightness inside of him he couldn't resist the other's allure. 


His arousal pressed in against the other, hips grinding in to him, reminding Marcus that want didn't just mean food. It meant other, intimate things that involved the lycan's heat enveloping him. "Marcus when you talk like that...", he couldn't help it, he shivered and likely did it notably. "God, you make me want to press myself against you and just take everything you're offering." The fingers in the other's hair clenched in the strands and gave a firm, but not forceful tug, pulling the other's gaze up toward his own.

"Do you even know half of what you offer?" He asked, heated gaze travelling over the angles of the other's all too beautiful face - eyes a caress over the softness of the lycan's mouth. "Do you know that those sounds you make tell me you want me to touch you? That you want me to thrust every inch of myself inside of you...and that you'll like it?" The words just poured out, the vampire unable to help himself as his hands moved to put his words into action - one even being so bold as to offer an almost teasing caress over the other's need before returning again with a more firm stroke through what little cloth still covered the other. "Oh...more than like it.", he breathed even as he continued to stroke and caress the smaller male. "That you'll /love/ it." 

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[Marcus Beist]

   His mouth felt dry, and there was a distinct lump in his throat. As Gunnar began to speak in those tones, the words had a slight panic in him. Marcus had never really done much, in fact the touching that occurred the last time he had fed the ancient vampire were the most he had done with anyone.  Maybe, if he was facing this with a woman, he wouldn't have felt quite this uncertain. He never had anything against this sort of thing, but there was still the fact that he certainly would have been rejected by his family, if he told them about him having an attraction for another man. He had to be sure, but how could he be? 

   His concerns, however, were cut through suddenly, as that hand toyed with him through what remained of his pants.  His hips weren't about to pass up on the opportunity to surge and squirm for more of that pressure. A soft, moan, at the pleasure of that touch, might have been embarrassing, if he were a bit more anchored in his surroundings, and not completely engrossed in the touches and suggestions that Gunnar offered. 

    "It does?", he breathes, a bit meekly. Did those soft noises really tell the other all that much.  Right now it sure felt like it might be so. Even more convincing were the impulses that arose in his thoughts; his sudden wish to see if Gunnar might not let him help with the removal of some of those clothes the other was wearing, renewing his flushed appearance. It really was a good thing vampires couldn't read minds, but then again, in this case, maybe Gunnar didn't need such an ability. 

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[Gunnar Helgison]

The other's meek, timid tones didn't still his fingers - not that it seemed that was something Marcus wanted. Not with the way his hips undulated up into his touch. He watched the other for a moment, watched the other's expression shift subtly into a rather wide-eyed sort of need even as a moan spilled out, and then Gunnar could no longer simply watch. No, he had to taste, and /feel/...but he also knew he had to be gentle. Marcus was too sweet, and too new to all of this to justify anything else. 


There was a momentary pause, the hand that had been stroking and stimulating through cloth slipping up to deal with whatever closures remained on the scraps of material that still covered the pretty lycan, a questioning gaze directed at Marcus as his fingers hovered over the button. "I want...skin. I just want to feel you, is that all right?" He asked softly, leaning in to brush his lips against the other's in between the words - pressing soft nips and sucking kisses on the other male's mouth. If he had been human, it was entirely likely that the other would have felt the faint tremor of effort that ran through him as he tried to be patient and wait for permission. After all, Gunnar had already been aggressive, and while Marcus seemed to respond well to it, he didn't want to completely overwhelm the younger male. At least not yet. 

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[Marcus Beist]

    The continued 'assault' had him whimpering softly, and he didn't know what to do. Oh, he was quite past the point of thinking about fleeing, and likely for trying to ask the other to stop as well.  But, what should he do with his hands? Was he supposed to do anything with his hands?  The panic in his head was only allowed to surface briefly though. By the time Gunnar had spoken, his concerns had waned once more, as he bit at his lower lip briefly to suppress a moan.

   "Yes", he offers softly, breathless and perhaps just a bit dazed by how things were going. He was still conflicted over what he should be doing, but a fair amount of his uncertainty was easily being dealt with as Gunnar offered such an effective distraction. "...Am I... Should I help you?", he asks softly, not sure if the other would appreciate such a question, but his fingers were itching to do something.

   If the other so took it upon himself to move forward, Marcus wouldn't quite be able to keep himself from looking away as what little covering he had was taken, blushing some.  Further more, if he was given permission or asked to act, he would first brush his fingers hesitantly against the other's shirt. 

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Notes: awkward post, but not as bad as it was at first ^^;; 

[Gunnar Helgison]

Perhaps if Gunnar were entirely in his own head, he might have been a bit amused at poor Marcus's continually dazed expression...but the problem was, Gunnar wasn't exactly thinking with his brain. No, there were other forces driving him to push things forward - even if a small voice in his head told him, in quite worried tones, that he was definitely moving too fast. Even worse was the darker part of himself that told him he didn't even /deserve/ to be near someone like Marcus, never mind close enough to touch. 


Ah, but touch he did. How could Gunnar resist when there was so very little stopping him from doing so? Of course, he had to move back off of the lycan's lap for a moment, which Gunnar did with some level of regret - but it would be a short-lived regret he was sure. At Marcus's question of whether or not he should be helped, though, he did have to quirk a brow in subtle surprise that one so timid could bring himself to ask such a thing. The raising of brow though quickly faded into a bit of a smile, the expression likely not reassuring as it was a thing more of heat than gentleness, but he did nod to show that it was acceptable. "I want you to be comfortable with me, so yes...you may help me as well." 


He smiled again, leaning in to brush lips against the other's mouth while fingers dealt with the remnants of cloth on the other's form while Marcus dealt with his clothing as well. The shirt was easy to remove, though he had to pull back a bit so it could be pulled over his head - but the pants might not be so easy. Still, he waited to see what Marcus would do...even as he began to push what scraps of the pretty lycan's pants and whatever might have once been underneath remained to cover him down over the boy's slim hips - getting them out of the way so he could have access to the boy's body completely. 

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[Marcus Beist]

  His heart was racing, to the point that he felt the definite need to part his lip to draw in the air he needed. Gunnar seemed to have this knack for getting him worked up, and getting him worked up quickly. As he was given permission to 'help'. Marcus still hesitated, his hands working slowly to try to work the vampire's shirt off.  He couldn't help but keep his eyes away though while he working, perhaps shy, or uneasy.  Whatever the case though, he wasn't letting it stop him. 

    Gunnar wasn't the only one that was 'disappointed' when the vampire moved away.  The timbre of the sounds he had been making elevated a bit, altering to give voice to his not wanting the other male to pull away.  Of course, the vampire only moved in order to allow them to move things forward. He shivered at the of the cooler night air hit usually protected skin.  

   Cautiously reaching, he works at undoing the other's pants, doing his best to ignore his own state of undress. Well, he at least was trying to ignore it while he settled into it. Fingers fumbling a bit, the lycan eventually managed to work the button, thankfully zippers were easier.  Now though... well now he hesitated. Was he really going to be able to bare the other male? It almost felt like he was being too forward, which probably would have amused the more dominant male. 

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Notes: Marcus is always so awkward XDDD