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Jamie was sleeping in a sprawl across the bed and even when Paul latched the door the Kine did not wake. The young Kindred got on the king sized bed very carefully and crawled to the man's body, getting as close as he could to Jamie's throat.
He reached out slowly, hesitantly, and touched the man's chin to force his head back and Jamie was suddenly awake. His arm shot out and Paul grabbed it, pushing it down onto the mattress. This came almost as instinct, which was a very good thing because Paul's mind seemed to have been placed on a slow-motion reel. He refused to think about what he was doing as he straddled the human's body and held it down on the bed.
Though Jamie was at least twice Paul's size he was too weak to get the Kindred off of himself or to keep guarding his neck. Paul nuzzled the throat gently at first, feeling Jamie's pulse flutter against his lips, but the growing fear and quickening heartbeat was a jolt to his Hunger. He tore a chunk of flesh out of Jamie's neck and a spray of fresh, hot blood hit him in the face. He turned slightly to spit the flesh out and saw the wild terror that had replaced sanity in Jamie's eyes. It couldn't stop the Gangrel. Paul bent closer and placed his mouth over the wound, sucking at it.
Jamie squirmed frantically beneath the young Kindred, but he was rapidly losing strength and it wasn't long before his vision blackened. Paul didn't have to take much of the blood before Jamie passed out, and he didn't stop there. He drank until Jamie's heart stopped from the strain of blood loss and as he felt the life pass from the body he pulled away to look down at what he had done.
He couldn't believe that he had caused the wound, that he had killed someone he had known. Paul couldn't face Jesse yet, he had to collect his thoughts, he had to stop shaking. He couldn't seem to do either as he moved away from the body and got off the bed. He was covered in blood that was cooling and drying against his skin. It seemed perfectly normal to go to the bathroom to clean up.
When he was nearly finished with his shower he looked up to see Jesse. His Sire was watching him with concern, but seemed a little impatient. "Are you going to be okay?" Jesse reached out and turned the warm water off. He held a towel out for his Childe and helped Paul dry off, a little roughly but it helped Paul's thoughts start to form more coherently.
"I think so, but can we go home soon? I don't want to stay here anymore. I want to go home Jesse." He took the clean clothes that were offered. "Are you going to help me with the body?"
Jesse smiled a bit more tenderly. "Yes, I'll help you with the body and then we can go home first thing tomorrow night. I've already sent Leif home, he won't see anything else. We'll be okay. This is finished as soon as we get rid of the body and I know exactly what to do. Trust me Paul, I'll always take care of you."
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Paul was ready to forget about killing Jamie the next night. He had killed others and when he thought about it he decided that this particular Kine probably had deserved it more than most. He was able to find a better mood to be in after getting home and checking his e-mail though there was still one more thing that he really wanted to do.
Though Jesse had wanted to stay home Paul convinced him that going to Illusions would be a better way to spend the night; and a way to let other people see them touching. Even after a bad past Jesse had a touch of exhibitionist in him and he couldn't resist. He wanted Paul to stay in a good mood so they went dancing and as soon as they were on the crowded dance floor neither had thoughts for other worries.
Jesse wrapped his arms around Paul, pressing his face against his Childe's back for a moment as they swayed to the loud music. Paul held Jesse's hands flat on his stomach, stroking the fingers lightly. He did a short hip grind and grinned when Jesse exhaled sharply against the back of his neck.
"If you do that again we'll need to go up to one of the private rooms." Jesse squeezed him in a quick hug.
Paul turned his head a little so that Jesse could kiss his cheek and replied, a little out of breath, "Oh, and wouldn't that be terrible." He was getting a little tired, but kept following Jesse's lead. He waved to Suneyva and Julianna as they passed the small upraised stage, and they smiled down a the two young men.
Jesse pressed his lips to his Childe's neck for a moment. "It would. I could be arrested for corrupting the youth." The tip of his toungue grazed a ridge of vertebrate and Paul shivered in his embrace.
"Better that than making them pass out, which I'll be doing if we don't rest for a moment. I need to stop."
Jesse laughed, "But I can do both at once, of course if you pass out I'm not sure what I'd do, but it could be fun." He led Paul off the dance floor, the crowd parting for them, and to the elevated stage. Suneyva gestured a welcome, but only looked them over for a second or two.
"It's so good to see you so happy Jesse." She smiled out over the dance floor before turning to look at him again. "You two look good out there. Many people watch when you are together."
Paul grinned and wiped his forehead, "It's hot out there and when you don't want to mess your hair you watch those that don't care." He took a deep breath and winked at Jesse.
"Don't look at me, my goal is to get you even hotter and then get you alone somewhere...unless you prefer an audience for that too." He moved his chair a little closer and reached out to his Childe, sliding his hand up under Paul's wet shirt. "I could take you home right now and corrupt you, or we could put on a little floor show right here." He laughed as Paul flushed, "Okay, we'll go home."
Julianna giggled and flashed a smile at Suneyva. "I remember when we were like that. Last night, wasn't it?"
"Play your cards right and it could be tonight." Suneyva reached out and took her lover's hand. "Let's show those men how real dancing is done." She stood and bowed to Julianna before whisking her off to the dance floor.
Jesse and Paul barely noticed that they were gone, the two young Gangrel were staring at each other intently; speaking a special secret language with their eyes. Without a word they stood and collected their coats before going out into the wintery streets of of the city and to their home.
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