He was at the end of his fight, words far too much already for the issue at hand. He had argued and yet was still pursued. His will to keep the man�s sanity was crumbling rapidly under the heat of his own hunger, and years of self-denial. A gentle whisper of contact on the back of his shoulder had his spine jerked straight, his entire body tingling instantly by just the merit of that touch. His mind screamed in protest, all of his idealisms about not pushing this man and destroying their relationship coming to the forefront as defense against the onslaught.
Esiah touched him tentatively, his fingers shaking as they barely brushed over his shoulder. Whatever doubts he had moments ago melted at the way that Gareth held himself so carefully, respecting him above all else and trying to protect him. This was a man, no this was the man that could fulfill his desires and could do so with his full trust. Gareth had been the one that caused calm to reside in his soul, and now he had set that soul to fire. He begged that the stiffness in the man�s form would soften and he could have that man back, the one that reassured him so constantly. The man before him wasn�t moving, wasn�t breathing, so hard and stiff he almost moved away to ease the rigid feel of his body. But something else drew him closer, hunger or instinct not to be known, and he pressed his warm unclothed chest to the cooler skin of Gareth�s back. His arms rose slowly to wrap around the narrow waist, hands flattening experimentally against the hard muscles. Lowering his cheek to the well-muscled shoulder, he felt his body melt into the cold hard wall of his adopted brother�s back. Closing his eyes to savor the feel of this contact, a warm peace started to steal through his body, lifting the weight of all of his doubts, fears and self-incriminations.
Gareth felt the change in the young man, the liquid seal his body made against the nuances of his own back and a sigh passed through his chest, a soul deep expression. His mind stopped its war with his body, the tension lifted from him as it dissipated in the man he so desired. His large hand covered the smaller one pressed against his flesh, squeezing it carefully before tugging it gently away from him so he could turn to face his potential lover. He encountered uncertainty at the slight withdrawal in the man�s chocolate eyes, and he smiled softly to reassure him. Raising a hand, he cupped Esiah�s jaw, his thumb sliding gently against the smooth warm skin of his lover�s cheek. Esiah sighed with pure contentment, watching his eyes, leaning into the touch without reservation; hungry for the affection he had previously been denied from this man. Gareth leaned in slowly, watching the man�s reaction to make sure he knew and accepted what was about to happen. When the need started to rise again into the man�s eyes, this time undeterred, he brushed his lips gently over the young man�s. A soft sigh of pleasure from the young Lord met with the kiss, followed by a growl of feral possession as Gareth slanted his lips over Esiah�s in a deep hungry kiss.
Esiah felt the full force of the growl slam through his body, bringing his flesh to fire instantly. But he could do nothing in his hunger but hold onto the man, allowing his mouth to be plundered with an intensity he had never felt before. His mind raced with the implications of what they were doing, only to be knocked aside carelessly with the arguments of his flesh�s hunger. His hands locked onto the man�s back, holding him desperately and returning the passion with equal measure. His body shook with the intensity of what he so desperately needed, as if his body would expire without it and was already waning with the withdrawal. As if sensing his weakness, he found himself lifted into the hearty arms of his lover, carried to the bed like a virgin bride and laid down, the kiss never ending as Gareth immediately followed him. He was impatient to be rid of his clothing, what was left of it, but his hands were stilled as Gareth�s fingers started a trail that ghosted it�s sensation even after he had moved them down his chest. He couldn�t breathe, his world compressed to the sensuous touch that wandered over his body. He felt so impatient, for what he didn�t know, but his body begged to twist restlessly. But Gareth held him down, part of his own body covering Esiah�s, one leg hooked over his own so that he could not move. His hands were lazy, his kiss just as passionate without the animal hunger. Now he was taking time to explore, to feel his soft pliant lips, the work hardened stomach of a man that had earned his employee�s loyalty by working beside them, even the tattered heartbeat of his mortality seemed to fascinate his lover. Gareth�s hand smoothed out over the pounding flesh over his heart, stilling his kiss without drawing back as he settled his concentration on it. Everything he had gained from his immortality, the powers that came so easily to him, but this was one of the few things lost that he missed. The fever of the first contact gone, he almost whimpered with the loss.
Gareth smiled down at him at the sound, shaking his head faintly. His voice was thick with passion still boiling under the surface. �For your first I wish to take time. As any man should with a new lover.� His lips twisted a bit with suppressed humor as the man�s ego starts to rise to his defense at being treated like a fragile being, almost like a woman with her maidenhead. �First memories of any experience color similar experiences later.� He explained no more, choosing to distract the man rather than speak sense to him. Releasing his lips, Gareth trailed a kiss down Esiah�s cheek, down the hard curve of his jaw to the soft hollow just under the soft lobe of his ear. Drawing the skin into his mouth, he suckled it gently, nibbling it enough to scrape the skin without harm and he was rewarded for his effort. The young Lord squirmed under him, small sounds of pleasure coming from him as readily as any innocent unused to the touch of a passionate skilled lover. Lifting himself up over his young lover, hands braced next to each shoulder, he shifted his body to rest over him, holding him to the place as he continued, so tempted to sink his fangs into the tender skin and taste of the man. His body shook faintly with the need, the hunger that this closeness to the hot pulsing arteries drove into him with the instinct of survival. But he refrained, pushing aside his desires to tease his way down the soft warm skin of Esiah�s throat to the hollow of his collarbone. The young Lord clawed at his arms, tugging at him desperately as he battled the tension, the desperate need that flooded his form. His voice was a soft whimper as he begged again and again to be released of it, only to be kissed into silence until his body settled and the exploration could go on.
Gareth found the man�s frustrated writhing to be almost more than his fragile control could handle. The heat with which this man, already a hunger long denied, pressed for more intimate touch than the shallow brushes allowed him was grating at him, making it hard to be gentle when he kissed him to silence and stillness. Staring down into his eyes, he held back from using any of his unnatural gifts to calm him. His voice was rough, hard with the control it took to resist him. �Still now, and don�t tempt me further or this will be over before you can fully enjoy it. My self restraint only holds so long and you test it heavily now. So unless you want this to be a rough and animal experience, lay back and let me do as I need to.� The man�s eyes flared with hunger at the idea of such savagery and Gareth had to hang his head and groan, shaking heavily at the added pressure of the man�s desire for his beast.
Esiah couldn�t hold back when his brother spoke of the rough and powerful nature of an animal taking him with that passion. It send a ripple of pure fire through him and he had to shiver with the thought. But then Gareth groaned, his body bowing as if in pain at the reaction and he was instantly repentant. He was laying his faith on this man not to hurt him, to ease him into this new desire with a bliss filled night and here he was being impatient and arrogantly demanding. He reached up and slid his fingers through the thick dark hair, petting him gently. His eyes soft on this animalistic man were soft, eyes filled with a love for him that could not be suppressed no matter his convictions that said such a thing was wrong. His voice was a whisper, not for the attention of any staff, but for the effect it would have on this man. �I�m sorry Gareth, you just rise such a powerful hunger in me. I will keep my restraint, though I cannot promise your touch won�t bring response beyond my control. Please�forgive me.�
Gareth's mind was a buzz, so harsh was the teasing this man gave at pulling him closer and asking him to feed. Hurting him, drawing his lifeblood from him�all for the benefit of one. He growled softly, turning his face away before he would do as asked and shook his head violently. "I cannot. It is an abomination I will not press upon you. I bring it not into your house, and I will not bring it to you." He shook heavily with the restraint of his hunger, his muscles tensed to push him from the bed and away from the man that so tempted him. "I cannot guarantee your safety should I do so. I am too far gone to the hunger to be a master of it once the taste touches my lips." The words in response were soft, filled with a gentle reassurance that did nothing to ease Esiah's worries but tugged at his desires. "I trust you Gareth. You would never allow harm to come to me. Your kiss, no matter its guise, will be powerful and intoxicating to me and I seek it readily."
Esiah watched his face, the tension that still reigned over most of his body and waited. This decision was already made for him, but now stood with Gareth and his choice. Gareth slowly stretched, easing some of the stiffness of his form to raise almost catlike blue eyes to watch his young lover intensely for some doubt of the words spoken and the gift to be given. Esiah let the man scrutinize him without argument, suddenly quite calm in his offering, more at peace in it than anything in his life besides those nights his children were born. Gareth sighed, a faint sound almost not heard, and rose up his body again. The young Lord's heart picked up speed, anticipation a drug seeping through his body as he waited for this man and his hunger. Esiah felt the feral blue eyes still watching him as he slid his hands up his lover's ribcage, encircling it to hold him in a gentle embrace. He should have felt some awkwardness, some fumbling need to ask how this was done and would it hurt much�but somehow he didn't. He didn't turn his head away for easier access or anything so clich�. He just waited, feeling the hard muscles and smooth skin sliding over his own, settling into the planes and valleys of his own body until everything rested together as if pieced together of one fabric. The weight of Gareth's body finally eased down to his own, and he smiled, waiting for the touch of his lips and what would come after.
Gareth was beyond the comprehension of reasons why this was foolish, why he should not defile this man with his bestial vampiric hungers. He felt the man's faith and was appeased by it, eased into his desires for the taste of his man's blood and somehow the raging hunger had become collared and tame, but still present. He felt the man's anticipation, and was more than glad to appeal to it. His lips slid across the man's collarbone from the center of his breast to where it ended just below the base of his neck, teasing them both with his deliberate procrastination. Esiah was strangely quiet, not a sigh nor whimper from him as he was kissed but Gareth turned that aside for now. He felt the powerful pounding of the man's heartbeat in the thick artery in his throat and he rose to it, suckling the skin to prepare it before sliding his fangs into it as quickly and cleanly as he could. Esiah bucked under him, tensing at the stabbing pain that lasted that moment but abated within moments. Gareth held him carefully, waiting for him to calm before drinking from the wound created.
Esiah was surprised at the sharp pain of Gareth's razor sharp fangs piercing his skin, but the pain was soon gone and with it his fear. What was left was the feel of Gareth's mouth pulling against his neck, and though it wasn't sexual, he was gratified to see it wasn't the monstrous thing he had envisioned. In the back of his mind he knew that his brother took more care with him than others he took from, and yet the idea that he would take from others brought a swell of jealousy to his heart. None of it made sense, but nothing with Gareth did. But for that strangeness, Gareth's loyalty was absolute and his heart was turned in all things to Esiah's pleasure and comfort�something the young Lord rarely found elsewhere so a bit of oddity was little price to pay. Pay he would for this man, and gladly and this little bit of blood given to his cause seemed nothing to compare with what he received.
Gareth was wrapped now in the warm surge of blood that hit his tongue, the thick life-giving source that warmed through him like a hot drink. The blood tasted of so many things he would not have been able to explain to the human population and he worshipped and relished the experience. Esiah's soul was in his blood, rich and noble, sweet and giving in his nature. And for this his blood was sweet and intoxicating, addictive from the first brush of it against his lips. It swirled through his consciousness; a tease at first but quickly stole every bit of his attention, dragging him down into a deep pool of this sensation. Gareth was near drunk with it, so intent on the depth of this powerful drug to his system that he did not first register when Esiah's heart started to slow just slightly, the first sign of the body starting to feel the strain of the loss. When Esiah's arm tightened just fractionally on his arm though, his mind snapped to the reality of what he was doing and he brought himself away from the wound. He licked the tear in his brother's neck, the action causing the wound to start to an unnatural speed of healing. In a few minutes, the skin would show clean, unmarked as if the wound had never been inflicted. As Gareth raised himself to look down at his lover, his lips still bore the tint of Esiah's blood, which he licked from them as if uncomfortable for the man to see his source of life. Esiah saw this and pulled him closer, fastening his mouth over Gareth's in a heated kiss that shared the taste of his blood between them and oddly brought the fire back to both of them.
This kiss, the giving of life from one to another was just another bridge to bond them, and soon after another was built of the same intimacy. When Gareth took him into his arms, joining them in a more physical act of their love, he was gentle easing his virgin lover into this new act of lovemaking with the tender patience of one that wanted many nights like this in the future and wanted each to be a exquisite act of perfect love. He watched Esiah's face, seeing the fires dance with every stroke. Gareth would be slow at first, teasing and adjusting to find each place within this lover that would make him tense and moan with hunger but far too soon for his own liking he was reduced to his own hunger and was forced to a steady and powerful rhythm. His whole world in that time was focused on the feel of their two bodies joined finally, and his passion was soon reduced to a heaven he had not felt in all his years. He felt and heard Esiah come to his climax, his body spasming and shaking with the waves of release that ripped through him. That was all it took for his own resolve to be broken and he was wracked with his own climax, shaking him to the core with its intensity. He laid himself carefully to one side of his young love, still joined with him and held him gentle after. The powerful emotions running through him begged to be spoken of but where stifled in the respect of the situation and the promises that could be regretted when made in such passion.
Regrets�he had none, and this memory he knew would haunt him long into the future but for this experience he was ready to pay a devil's price. He just prayed silently, asking his God that the young man beside him would not reject him when the sheets cooled and the passion finally found it's last effect for this eve. This man beside him did not know how tenuously Gareth's heart was held within his mortal hands, and how easily it would be torn apart, but words would not be said to alert him to the fact.