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 Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:35 pm
((It was almost "pooh poohed" but I changed my mind last minute. lol Poor Mallory; I make him seem so stuffy.))
Mallory smiled sheepishly when Lance thanked him. There was certainly no need for thanks as his actions were not entirely altruistic. When Lance turned to rinse his back and hair, Mallory gasped and instinctively looked off to the side. Then it occurred to him that he was also nude, making it entirely ludicrous to be so embarrassed by Lance's state of dress. He still was embarrassed, of course, but bolstered by the assurance that he was being entirely silly, Mallory was able to face forward again. His shyness was forgotten when Lance kissed him, however. Mallory leaned into him, reaching to slide his fingers into Lance's beautiful silver hair.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 8:54 pm
Lance gave a slight moan and pulled away. "We don't have time." he said and turned the water off, then stepped out of the shower dripping wet. He wrong out his hair and wrapped a towel around his waist. He smirked slightly and picked up a comb, running it though his light hair, making it fall straight down around his face. He dried himself off quickly, then slipped on a pair of boxers and dark slacks. His choice of shirt was a long sleeve netted number and a tight black vest.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 9:13 pm
"Oh, yes, of course." Mallory replied sheepishly and a little breathlessly. Of course, Lance was entirely correct. They did not have time to, ah... well, yes; there was no time. Mallory stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, thoroughly drying himself but hardly taking his eyes off Lance for a moment. Just one abrupt, stolen moment and now his mind was all atwitter with thoughts of Lance, his soft skin, that wonderful silver hair and his rich voice. It takes a moment for him to notice the clothes meant for him. It was all quite dark, Mallory noted, but found himself appreciative than there was no netted anything involved. Lance could pull off such a thing, but Mallory? The boy put on the clothes provided for him and combed his hair into obedience. He glanced at a mirror critically. "Well, quite a sight better than before."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 9:28 pm
"I think you look lovely." he whispered in the boy's ear before picking up one of the many pots of make up from the counter and rubbing a dab under each eye. They immediately brightened and he looked fresher, more awake. "What size shoe do you wear?" He asked and started out of the bathroom, his pace steady and easy going. Like he was not in a hurry, but he was not going to stop.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 9:37 pm
A delightful shiver passed over Mallory when Lance whispered in his ear. He supposed he was just not used to such attention. At this rate, he hoped that never changed! Every little thing Lance did pleased and excited him. He smiled as he watched Lance with his make up. Another thing he certainly did not think would suit him. "Size eight." Mallory replied to Lance's inquiry, following him out of the bathroom. "I am sorry I didn't have the forethought to bring some of my own things..."
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 10:06 pm
"You have such tinny feet mali" He called from the front room where he was going though a drawer of shoes looking for a size eight pair, one of them was bound to have small feet, he was just not one of them, he had size eleven feet. He found a nice pair of dark lace up dress shoes and held them out for the boy to take. "Try these on; if they don't feel right let me know we might have to do a lot of walking." He pulled on a pair of boots himself and buckled them up the sides. They were a little clunky but good for walking.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 10:20 pm
"They aren't all that small..." Mallory replies with some embarrassment. Of course, Lance's were much larger. Mallory supposed he did have small feet after all. He accepted the shoes Lance offered, slipped them on and laced them up. They were very nice shoes, but more importantly they seemed to fit. He walked around the room in them. And then, in a moment of sheer silliness, he imitated a runway model walk, his hips swinging exaggeratedly wide. Laughing at his own ridiculous antics, he nodded to Lance. "These will do." They were still a bit large, were his feet really just tiny? But they would be comfortable enough, even for long distances he was sure.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 10:53 pm
"Gorgeous." He exclaimed and stood, walking back into the kitchen, and taking two jars of blood from the large thing. he opened both and drank one quickly. "Please drink this, I don't know when I can promise you will have this much at one time again, at least not till we get to New York." He swallowed and set the empty jar on the table, and closed the fridge. that was it after Mal got his fill they were all set to go. He was exited to go back to his homeland after so many years away, but he was nervous for Mali. New York was a harsh town.
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Posted: Fri Jan 23, 2009 11:14 pm
"I'm really not hungry..." Mallory insisted, reluctant eyes on the jar of blood Lance offered to him. "I... I should be fine. Really. So, if that was all, we could leave now." Mallory smiles and steps away, hoping that Lance would not press the issue. He knew he should probably drink the blood, but he just could not get over his aversion to it. He'd have to drink sometime, but if he could just wait... if he just didn't have to do it now... But what if the next time he had a chance was too late? What then? Mallory sighed and looked down at his feet, fists clenched at his sides. He should drink it... but he just did not want to...
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 6:03 am
Lance put the other jar to his lips and gulped it down quickly. "Do you want me to feed it you?" He asked and stepped forward to embrace the boy. His veins were now painfully full but he had to make the boy eat. "Please Mallory." He placed his neck right next to the boy's lips and tilted his head slightly. "I need to feel you to rip the blood from my veins, there's to much it hurts." He whispered as seductively as possible, knowing that the boy would not be able to resist him. "Please Bite me."'' He kissed the boy's jaw line up to his ear lobe and nibbled it. If Mallory was going to be stubborn every time he needed to feel, this might become a tradition.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 8:28 am
"A few," I purred, clinging onto Asher. "Where is Dawn anyway?" I looked around stupidly before recalling him saying that he had left her somewhere. "It's not very nice of you to leave her all alone, ya'know." I let go of Asher and began to twirl around in circles until we reached the end of the street. If my reflexes weren't stunted then I would have had enough time to grab a hold of the pole rather than fall to the ground in laughter.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 1:31 pm
Mallory looked up when Lance lifted the jar and was surprised to see him drink that one down as well. At least that was the end of it, Mallory had thought for a moment. Then Lance had stepped forward, wrapping Mallory in his arms and presenting his neck. He could hear the excess blood rushing through Lance's veins. It was so loud, and so close; Mallory felt his mouth go dry and his fangs actually ached to sink into flesh. Disgusted, Mallory willed himself to pull away, but he never moved. He was caught in Lance's web, the seductive entreaties wearing away at his inhibitions. Mallory's pupils dilated to pinpoints; his breathing was shallow and he felt lightheaded as his tongue darted out to lick Lance's neck. His mind tried to panic; he'd never bitten anyone and had thought he'd never intend to. But there was no room for panic when Lance's kisses elicited a moan of equal parts arousal and frustration. "It hurts..." Mallory agreed with Lance in a low, strange voice, his mind completely overshadowed by instinct. His fangs broke through Lance's skin, spilling blood into his mouth and easing the ache he could no longer ignore. Mallory lapped hungrily at the wound making soft, involuntary sounds of pleasure as he fed.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 1:43 pm
Lance groaned into his ear, "There we go." He said pleased that his actions had worked so well. "As much as you want. Don't stop for me." He winced when the boy hit the line between too much blood and too little. But he would survive; there was more in the fridge, it just stung. He tried not to move too much or to let the boy know of his discomfort, so he openly lied. "Don’t stop, keep going." And gave a false moan of pleasure. “It feels so good.” He was an expert of misleading people on her true feelings, he had been doing it for decades it was part of his job.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 2:02 pm
Mallory drank deeply, Lance's encouragements caressing his ears. But as he became full, his sated instinct went back into its usual slumber leaving Mallory to come back to himself gradually. His lips were covered in blood, the taste was thick in his mouth. How could he have possibly done this? Mallory roughly shoved away from Lance and stalked out of the kitchen. He could not even say anything; how could he when every word he spoke, every breath, would be tainted with blood he'd drained from Lance like it was wine? He felt drunk on it, full of it. Stopping outside the kitchen Mallory leaned against the wall and touched his fingers to his lips. They came away red. Even now Mallory wanted to lick them clean, to lap every stray drop from his own face like a hungry dog. He slowly slid to the floor and stared up at the ceiling. Drinking blood had always been a part of his life, whether he'd liked it or not. He'd come to accept that as much as he thought he ever would, but... that was not the same as accepting the complete lack of control he'd felt with Lance offering his blood. What if Lance had told him to stop? Would he have even been able? Not knowing the answer to that made Mallory shudder.
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2009 2:15 pm
The burning sensation in his veins lessened when Mallory pushed away, he must have been very thirsty. "Mal?" He watched the boy walk away and sighed. He could not figure out what was wrong, but he was not sure exactly what he could do to help. "Are you all right Mali?" He opened the fridge and took out another jar, drinking quickly before taking a damp cloth to his neck and then placed a flesh colored bandage over it. He glanced in the mirror, he look just fine, not hurt at all. "What's the matter mal?" He held the damp cloth in his hands and followed him into the next room; he was sitting against the wall looking upset or something. "Mallory?" He cooed and slid down to lean against him, and wipe his mouth and chin with the cloth.
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