He felt his body throbbing, his heart still beating long after the hunt was over. It was an annoying sensation, to be aroused without satisfaction, especially after he had gotten his hopes up. The hunger gnawed at him, both viscerally and mentally, an urge unfulfilled. He growled in irritation. He had faced such an emotion before, but with his encroaching age the sensation only grew more and more frequent.
He had been focused on the sheer audacity of that revelation when the man hailed him. Athan's head wanted to jerk towards him, but he forced himself to slowly move his head. He licked his lips one last time as he stared the man down. Could he? He stood up straight, trying to look less feral. I'd like to hunt you, if you wouldn't mind?
He said, the words coming out matter-of-factly, as if it wasn't an odd thing to have another wolf hunt you down. He stared at the man burning desire in his eyes as he waited for the man's response.
He was genuinely surprised to hear that the wolf took his offer seriously. He chuckled, his fortunes changing. The fawn had slipped through his grasp, but he could still get a meal today. The ache that he felt before had alleviated slightly, shifting with the adrenaline that began to course through his veins.
Oh, I won't kill you,
— though he really, really wanted to — I will bite you though, if I win.
He grinned, a show of what was to come. Nonlethally, I promise.
And he would keep his promise. He would get a bit of what he wanted, hopefully enough to satiate him — but he didn't have to kill to get his fill.
He took a step back, allowing for the wolf to pick a direction of his choosing. So then?
He gestured with his head. You can have a head start.
Athan barely paid attention to the man's part of the bargain. He was already riled up, and now too confident in himself to care whether or not the man would win. He simply nodded, his muscles twitching as he waited for the male to run already. Deal,
he said, barely controlled excitement tinging his voice.
And he did. Athan was glad that he wasn't dilly-dallying. He wasn't sure how much longer he could just stand there. He waited for a moment, with the control of time now in his hands. He let the male scamper off into the woods and after a moment, he trotted after him, following his quarry at a conserved pace.
As he got a sense for the trail that the wolf was taking, the broken branches and trampled grass leading the way. Athan upped his pace, not yet in a full sprint, but ready for a sudden change in direction. His tongue lolled, delight pushing his muscles forward. Nearly nearly. He could imagine the man's taste on his tongue already.
The wolf ahead of him came closer into view, though he was still far off into the distance. Athan kept his pace, watching, waiting, not yet willing to expend his energy — waiting for a moment, an opportunity — there! His heart leapt as he saw the man trip over a log, debris creating a dust pile around the ivory man's visage. Ha!
he barked, more a pant than a laugh. He took that opportunity to go into a sprint, rushing the man and bowling him over before he had the chance to right himself and keep moving.
Athan kept his body weight pressed on top of the prone male's form, hoping to trap him. I've won, draga mea,
Athanasius grinned over the stranger — his prey. His voice barely contained his excitement, his lust, trembling as he slipped into his tongue. He bent his head down to the man's neck, lavishing foreboding kisses on his prize.
that’s fine hun- it’s all yours~
Fuck- his eyes burned. It was only a matter of time before they started to sting, and it was clear he was doing more damage than dislodgement. Just as he thought it couldn’t get any worse, his world spin around, and he found himself lost even more in the galled piles of mulched and dried flasks of dead flora. But he could smell the pursuant, feel him, as he stood atop of him with poise he couldn’t see. Any general wisp of air between their bodies told Dawson that he was in fact locked in place at the hold Athan chose to use on him. But the man has caught him- and a deal was a deal. Or was it...?
”You have!” He exclaimed with surprised glee. “Two out of three...?” His voice that was once a deep drum of milk and honey to woman about him in Rosings quaked in the embrace of this unseen menace. It was a clear he wasn’t attempting to appear fearful, but surely the shaking of his outer thighs against the mans inners told no lie.
Tongue rasped over the side of his neck, unbelievably tender and loving for the awful intent to come. But it eased the serpent into another attempt to slither out of this predicament. “Surely you would rather a much longer run?” The man spike more than one language even! He had to be more sophisticated than winning in one round, yes?
Right?
...right?...
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He was not surprised by the man's pleading. He had a chance of leaving, of surviving this encounter unscathed. Perhaps the man thought that he would escape bite free. But fate had turned against him. And in Athan's favor. Athan's heart pounded. He pressed his body harder against his prey, his body burning, strong in his loins, even stronger in his stomach and mouth. No,
he rumbled, pressing a hard kiss to the man's neck. No.
he said it firmer as his prey tried to bargain. He locked eyes with him. This is fine.
Athan looked down at the ivory man's neck, a decision being made. The promise that he had made — nonlethally — was lost to the wind. He had not been lying. He was a man of his word. But when his body took old of his mind, as it had now, it was hard to keep together his persona of the gentleman vampire, the aristocrat. He had lost one target today already — he would not lose this one. He would take everything from him.
Before his prey could make another move, he struck at the man's neck, his fangs piercing deep. A bloom of blood rushed into his mouth. Athan moaned in delight, his body shivering on top of his prey. With that first taste, he bit deeper, harder, searching for more and finding it deeper in the man's neck.
For a few moments Athanasius was just as lost as Dawson, locked in an embrace that not even the closest of lovers could even hope to achieve. The intimacy of death — the death of one of your own species — was a forbidden thing, and it was something that he was glad that he indulged in. He was entranced as the man stiffened, struggling slightly. Athan shivered as he heard the man's final gasp, but he remained locked on until the heartbeat slowed and slowed and slowed and finally stopped. Only then, with great reluctance, did Athan let go, gasping, staggering. He was weak as his body tried to simultaneously collect itself and relish in the death that he had experienced firsthand, almost personally.
There was still more to be had, he noted as his brain struggled into something like coherency. He was soaked in blood now, the viscous fluid seeping deep into his ivory fur, staining his jaw, throat, and parts of his chest. He needed to drink more before the blood congealed. With a quivering gasp, he dove back at the dead man's throat, still voracious.
@Dawson, I assume a fade out is good here?