Anri’s hand in his was cool. Anri was always a little cooler than him. It felt nice. Simone left the table and Raum followed her like a shadow. Lance looked over at them, obviously uncomfortable. Anri’s blood ran in his veins like fire, making it hard to sit still.

“What now?” he asked. It was late. Lance needed to go. He was itchy to move, to do something. Anything. Preferably with Anri and without Lance, which was something he never imagined he’d ever wish for.

“Nothing. It’s just, I’m, gah,” Lance muttered. He seemed oblivious to Seth’s anciness, and his desire for Lance to just leave. “Nothing. Sorry. That was creepy, right? The phone thing. This’s why I hate dealing with demons.”

How hard did have to think Lance should leave already before his best friend heard it? He jumped when Anri’s hand slid under the table and landed on his wrist. He tried not to draw attention to those cold fingers on him, but it was hard. Anri’s blood inside ran through his veins, causing his heart to pound against his ribs.

“You deal with a lot of demons?” Anri asked, seemingly genuinely interested. His fingers started stroking Seth’s wrist lightly.

Lance snickered. “No, Raum’s actually only the second demon I’ve ever met. They just all seem like trouble.” Lance thought for a moment. “I guess I sorta met Vephar in the Feywilds when she followed Seth. So, three now. All trouble.”

“No doubt,” Anri agreed, and he wasn’t even being snarky or sarcastic. Seth looked at him out of the corner of his eye. Something was wrong, it had to be. Anri and Lance were being civil to each other.

Anri’s fingers danced lightly over his wrist. Back and forth, up and down. Over his vein. Seth focused on their connection, searching. He felt Anri’s bloodlust as a slight physical weight, not as heavy as when he lost control, but strong enough that it was distracting. How was he already blood-lusty again? Was it because of his bite?

It didn’t matter. Seth breathed out, relieved. This, he could handle. He’d been worried the weird events of the evening were going to continue to escalate. He could handle a little bloodlust. How things had changed, he thought wryly, that his boyfriend vampire’s blood lust was no big thing.

“Soooo…” he drawled. Lance and Anri, both been lost in their own thoughts, looked at him. With their full attention on them, now he was uncomfortable. “Well, um, ah, maybe we should call it a night?” He squirmed, anxious for Lance to leave so he and Anri could be alone.

Lance’s face squished up. “Seth, I need to teach you how to dreamwalk.”

Seth sighed internally. Of course Lance wanted to do this now.

Nope. There was absolutely no way they were doing this now. What would he have to do to get Lance to leave without directly throwing him out? He was nearly ready to just throw him out, drama be damned.

Anri’s hand squeezed on his wrist. He pressed his fingers down on Seth’s veins hard enough that he could feel his own pulse against Anri’s finger. Seth wasn’t even sure if Anri was aware that he’d been tracing them. His hand stopped now, his fingers a solid pressure on Seth’s pulse.

“I agree, Lance. Just, not tonight. I can’t. Today’s been weird enough. I’m tired.” As he said it, Seth felt the complete opposite. In addition to his nerves from the whole thing with Simone’s phone, Anri’s blood was a drug and it had him turned up to eleven. He needed to get rid of Lance now. Why couldn’t he take a hint?!

Lance sighed. “I…I kinda thought you might not wanna do this tonight, so I made this for you. It’s only good for one night, though. You can’t put this off longer. I need to make sure you know how to dreamwalk without leaving pieces yourself all over the place.” He shifted in his seat, plunging his hand into the pocket of his dockers. He wriggled around, his hand questing deeper.

He produced a small satchel on a leather thong style cord, thrusting it towards Seth. At first, Seth just stared at it. Lance pushed his hand further in Seth’s direction and Seth sighed, then reluctantly pulled his hand from Anri’s grip. Anri flinched, then sat back in his chair, a sour look on his face. Lance lowered the small necklace into his upraised palm.

“What is it?” Seth asked, eyeing the leather satchel warily. It smelled weird, spicy and earthy with a hint of lilacs. Anri’s nose wrinkled up and he frowned.

“It smells Fey,” Anri said grumpily. Jealousy and something else, maybe distrust, leaked in through their connection.

“It would, wouldn’t it?” Lance snapped, frowning at Anri. “I made it and bound it with my magic. Of course it would smell Fey.” He turned to Seth and his face softened. “This is a charm to bind your soul in your body and prevent you from dream walking.”

“My soul…leaves my body when I dream walk?” he asked. The thought chilled him. Lance his complete attention now. “If I didn’t get back, would I die? Could I be trapped out of my body?”

Anri’s dread filtered through their connection, adding to the jealousy and amplifying his own feelings. He was itchy and nervous and aching for Lance to leave while at the same time terrified of what Lance might tell him next. He almost didn’t want to hear what Lance might have to say about his dream walking. His leg started bouncing nervously.

“No, not like that. It’s hard to explain. You’re connected to your body until you die. And you’re connected to Anri, and to some extent, to your familiar, too, and those anchors will guide you if might get lost. Speaking of your familiar…” Lance trailed off.

Noise in the kitchen drew their attention. They both turned around, as their backs were to the doorway. Joro was standing upright, four of its eight legs on the floor. One of its legs held open the refrigerator door and two others held an entire package of shrink-wrapped raw chicken breasts. They all watched as it fell back to the floor, its first two legs holding the packaged meat. It looked at them with its too huge eyes and ridiculous cheshire grin. He swore it winked at him before it turned away from them, tail swishing, and sauntered out of the kitchen in the direction of its room.

Anri looked at him,  frowning. He shrugged. He’d been wondering what it ate or if he should be feeding it, but it seemed to be pretty self sufficient. Good to know. He felt a quick stab of guilt for being a terrible familiar, what did one call it, owner? He didn’t feel like he owned Joro. Still, he felt guilty for not taking better care of it, not that it seemed like it needed the attention.

Lance shivered. “That thing is so creepy. Jesus, Seth, how can you keep it around?”

“I know, right?” Anri agreed, hell freezing over.

He rolled his eyes. Of course they would find common ground with their dislike of Joro. “Joro’s fine. It isn’t so bad once you get to know it.”

“It?” Lance asked skeptically. “You don’t even know what sex it is?” Lance’s immediate condescendence had him feeling bitter.

“Sorry, Lance, I didn’t feel comfortable checking under its tail, seeing how it’s pretty intelligent. And also pretty dangerous, you know, with all the teeth and claws and scorpion tail thing,” he retorted. “Did you want to check for me?”

Lance snorted. “You should ask Raum. Maybe he can tell. Or, if it’s so smart, you should ask it.”

“Hmm…I don’t know how to ask it that. It talks to me in pictures. Sometimes Joro seems to understand words, but most of the time I try to communicate with it in pictures. It’s not as easy as it sounds.”

The black mote that was Joro sent him some colors in that way it sent emotions. He thought it might be laughing at him. Or smirking.

Anri was irritated, glaring at the satchel in his hand now that the englier was gone. Anri’s hand came to rest on his jittery leg, the force of it stilling the movement. “So, the fey magic in Seth’s hand…can we come back to that?”

“You seem to be getting used to the englier, Anri, I’m surprised,” Lance mused. Anri huffed but said nothing. Lance rolled his eyes and continued, “It is called a sombelina, a dream snare. Your soul wanders, Seth, and this’ll keep it from drifting tonight, but only if you wear it.”

“It smells…” Anri complained, his nose wrinkling.

“It’s better than him wandering through realms in just his spirit, with Vephar after him, and with no training. Tomorrow night he’ll come home with me and I’ll teach him to control his wandering. Tonight, this’ll keep him in his bed, presumably next to you. So, suck it up, buttercup,” Lance said, lips pursed.

He waited for his vampire to snap at his best friend, but he didn’t. Anri just snorted softly, and Seth really was getting worried about how very un-Anri-like he was acting.

“So, I just wear it around my neck and it stops me from wandering? Why can’t I just wear it every night?” he asked.

Anri nearly choked. “You can’t wear that thing every night! It smells like Lance.”

“Calm down, Anri. As much as I don’t want to think of you two together, I really, really don’t want to be somehow in bed with the two of you.” Lance paused to shiver dramatically. “Anyway, it only works once. When you wake up the magic inside it’ll be used up.”

“Can’t you just make another one?” he whined. He shifted in his seat with the need to get up and do something, anything, other than just sit and talk.

“No, Seth, you can’t hide from this. You need to learn how to control your gifts.” Lance gave him the ‘I’m serious’ look, one eyebrow raised high. He sighed, looking down at the charm in his hands. It was feather light, barely weighing anything.

“Gifts,” he snorted. “Fine. I’ll wear it tonight and I’ll come over tomorrow after school and you can teach me. Or whatever.” Anri’s hand was gripping his leg tight now, which just transferred the tension to the other one, now bouncing with nervous energy.

Anri scowled, very obviously not happy. He could feel Anri’s his agitation seeping out of him through their connection like a physical touch. Anri’s hand tightened on his leg, and he suddenly realized that his lover’s agitation was at least partially his fault. It felt like a negative feedback loop, cycling and amping these intense emotions between them.

“Go home for now. I’ll see you tomorrow. I wanna go to bed.” He shooed Lance with his hands, the string to the sombelina swaying beneath his closed palm. “Goodnight, Lance.”

Lance looked back and forth between the two of them. He nodded. “Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow. Wear the charm before you sleep, Seth. Promise me,” Lance insisted.

“I promise, Lance. Go home.” He shooed at Lance again, his hand motions more exaggerated than the previous time.

“I’m going. Geez….Goodnight Seth, Anri.” He nodded to each of them, then got up to leave. He wasn’t being sarcastic or rude to Anri, which in itself was shocking. Everyone was acting strange tonight.

They sat at the table as he got ready to go. They didn’t speak until the front door clicked shut behind him. Anri cocked his head to the side, listening to something.

“I think Simone and Raum are both asleep,” he said.

Seth shifted. Anri’s hand was a vice on his thigh. “Your hand…”

Anri pulled hand back quickly. “Sorry…I…”

“No, not that. I didn’t mean…you were just squeezing too tightly,” he tried to explain feeling agitated.

Anri leaned closer to him. His nostrils flared, breathing in his scent. He scooted closer and grabbed Anri’s hand in his own.

“I don’t want you to smell like him in our bed…” Anri complained.

He turned his head in surprise. “You said our bed…”

Anri’s cheeks pinked as he pouted. “I, ah, meant, um. I just don’t want you to smell like him.”

He squeezed Anri’s hand. “I liked it better the first time.” Anri’s ears started to turn pink. It made his heart sing. “Anri, would you care to join me in our bed?” he teased.

Without waiting for a response he stood up, pulling Anri up behind him. Their fingers laced together and Seth lead them downstairs, closing the top and bottom doors after them.

Once the bottom door was shut, he dropped Anri’s hand and trotted over to the bathroom. He dropped the dream snare on the counter, next to his toothbrush, and then shut the door behind him.

“There,” he said with satisfaction, “now the smell won’t bother you.”

“Seth,” Anri shifted, concerned, “you need to wear it tonight! What if Vephar comes for you again?”

Anri, in his bedroom, concerned for him sparked something deep and primal, amplified by the already-consuming need to have him. Seth crawled across the bed towards Anri, pulling his shirt off one handed over his head in a well-practiced motion. Anri’s breath caught in the back of his throat at the sight, and it pleased him greatly. He could feel the weight of those eyes on his skin like a pleasant tingle. He smiled his most charming smile at the vampire across the bed from him.

“Anri,” Seth said, voice husky with desire, “I’m not planning on sleeping just yet. We’ve been interrupted about a million times. There’s practically nothing in the world that can get in our way now.”

He crawled to the edge of the bed and straightened up, kneeling before Anri. His vampire gulped, drinking in his form with his eyes. He could smell Anri’s desire, musky and masculine with a hint of strawberry from his shampoo.

Anri swallowed hard as he brushed his lips over Anri’s. It was just a light caress, but Anri stiffened and he smiled a wicked grin, enjoying the pursuit. He loved playing the game. Seth draped one of his hands around the back of Anri’s neck, pulling him in even closer. His other hand thrust deep into Anri’s soft, thick hair. It wrapped like silk around his fingers.

He allowed himself a moment to enjoy Anri’s hair before he clenched his fist, knotting his hand deep and hard, holding him in place by those silky locks. Anri whimpered and struggled against his hold, which made him only want to torment him more. The need to dominate this vampire, his vampire, was overwhelming.

“Oh, Anri, I want you so much. I swear I will trap the next person to interrupt us in between rifts if I have to…” Seth breathed directly into Anri’s ear. It made him shiver, the action bringing his manhood to full attention. He leaned in and brushed his lips over Anri’s, gentle butterfly kisses. Anri leaned back again, and he nipped him lightly, weaving his fingers deeper into Anri’s hair.

Anri moaned as Seth pulled him next to the bed. He pushed him down to kneel on the floor, his hand still in Anri’s hair turning his head awkwardly. This was it, what he loved, pushing Anri until he broke down with need. As he pulled his head up Anri’s eyes took on the red tint that promised he would get what he came for, and more. It was so erotic that he nearly couldn’t stand it.

He tried to pace himself, brushing against Anri’s lips again. Anri twisted, now actually trying to lean forward and catch his mouth, but his fist full of hair kept him back. Anri growled, half in frustration and half in anticipation. It sounded like a threat and a promise.

“You said something about our bed, didn’t you?” he purred. Anri shivered, his fingers on Seth’s chest, tracing his pecs.

“Can I…I don’t feel like I have the right to say that,” Anri struggled, eyes down.

“Why not?” Anri just shrugged and he frowned. “Then, Anri,” he said, pulling him forward onto the bed by his hair, “come and make it our bed now.” His mouth covered Anri’s before he could respond. Desire and need coursed through their connection, amplifying and reverberating between them. Anri settled on top of him, his knees on either side of his waist.

Seth’s cock was fully engaged and ready, throbbing for Anri. Anri must have sensed his need as he trailed his hands slowly down Seth’s chest, fingertips caressing each rib on the way. He took his time, dragging his nails lightly over the soft flesh of Seth’s belly before his fingers reached the waistband of his lounge pants. Anri’s fingers trailed over the edge of the waistband and he groaned, his pelvis rocking against his lover’s cool fingers.

Anri moaned, then caught his lip ring gently between his teeth, sucking it into his mouth. Seth froze, enjoying the turnaround. His hips jumped reflexively even as they stopped kissing. He tensed up as Anri teased his piercing with his fangs. Sucking it deeper into his mouth, he bit down around the thin metal without breaking the skin. Seth’s cock pulsed in response as he fought to hold the rest of himself still.

Anri released his bite. “Goddamn, Seth. I fucking love your piercing. So goddamn sexy,” he said, his voice husky with need. Seth’s hands relaxed in his hair, feathering through it as they kissed again, slower this time. Their tongues twined together. The scrape of Anri’s teeth on his lip ring, on his tongue, in his mouth sent waves of lust and longing deep into his core.

Anri’s hands continued to trace the waistband of his pants, never dipping deeper than the drawstring. Seth writhed against him impatiently. “Anri, don’t tease me…” he demanded.

“Sorry…” Anri broke away from him, kissing his way down Seth’s jaw line to his neck, his lips resting over Seth’s pulse. He closed his mouth around it and sucked, hard. He freed one of his hands from Anri’s hair and ran it down Anri’s still-clothed back.

That wouldn’t do. He needed to lose some clothing. Anri was way overdressed for this party. Seth freed his other hand, running both of them down Anri’s body until he found the hem of Anri’s borrowed tee shirt. He shifted and pulled at the same time, managing to somehow semi-gracefully free Anri from the excessive garment.

Anri growled as his head was momentarily forced away from Seth’s neck. He returned it at once, trailing his mouth down Seth’s neck. He ran his teeth over Seth’s scars, pale raised lines permanently embedded into his flesh by those same fangs. Despite being scar tissue, they were more sensitive than the rest of his neck. Seth gasped as Anri dragged his fangs over the raised flesh. Anri did it again, slowly running his fangs against the scars so that he was crisscrossing the old wounds. Seth trembled beneath him, and, seemingly pleased with his response, Anri did it again.

“Anri…” he begged now. He would do anything, he just needed Anri’s hands on him. Anri’s fangs in him. His blood in Anri’s veins. He wanted to bury himself deep within Anri while Anri drank from him. Any combination or all of the above. His hands ran over Anri’s taut back, fingers digging into his flank. He could feel Anri’s smile against his neck.

“Seth,” Anri growled. “Mmm…you taste so good.”

“You didn’t bite me…to know…” he mumbled, his brain having a hard time making complete sentences with Anri’s fingers still teasing the waistband of his pants. His manhood throbbed and he jutted his hips forward, rubbing the tip of his penis against Anri’s fingertips.

“None of that, not yet,” Anri commanded, pulling his hand away. Seth couldn’t stop the frustrated whine that escaped him. “I believe I mentioned that I wasn’t going to bite you again until one of us was inside the other?”

Seth groaned. “Yes, oh Anri, please. I want you so bad.” He flipped them both over so that he was straddling Anri. Anri leaned up and nipped at him as they rolled, catching his nipple in his mouth. Anri’s sharp fangs against his sensitive flesh elicited a shiver. “I want you to bite me. How do you do this to me, Anri? I want you so much.”

Anri’s fangs bit down harder, and he squirmed as one fang slowly pierced the sensitive flesh. He gasped at the pain, trying hard not to arch his back and tear his nipple on Anri’s sharp canine. “You said you weren’t going to bite me!” he squeaked.

Anri licked his nipple with a raspy tongue before he replied. “I lied.” Anri’s mouth closed over his nipple and he arched his back this time as Anri sucked it deeper into his mouth. He moaned, he couldn’t stop himself.

“Oh, Seth,” Anri said as his nipple slipped from his lips. “I’m going to make you moan all night. You should get these pierced, too.” He licked Seth’s sore nipple and he trembled even as his cock pulsed.

“You already,” he gasped again as Anri’s mouth sucked hard at his nipple again, “pierced it…”

“This will heal. I can pierce it as many times as you’d like…” Anri promised. He really was a cat, fickle and commanding at the same time. Anri was his cat. He lost his train of thought at Anri’s mouth found his other nipple.

“If I…pierce them,” he struggled to say, “you wouldn’t…be able to…bite them like this…”

“Mmm,” Anri agreed, still sucking at his sore, yet deliciously sensitive nipple. “You like me biting you like this?”

Anri rolled them again, regaining his position on top. His mouth never left Seth’s other nipple. He bit down gently, teasing it with his fangs. He moaned again, it felt too good.

He arched his back reflexively, encouraging Anri to plunge his fang into the other nipple, begging with his body as he forgot how to form words.

“I don’t know,” Anri hummed against his nipple, “there are pros and cons to both.” His fangs grazed the pebbled surface, but did not pierce. Seth cried out. “A nice metal ring here to catch my teeth on…but…I do like sinking my fangs directly in, too.”

Two could play at this game. Seth dug his fingers deep into Anri’s back and pulled down, scraping his nails over the smooth skin. Anri tensed above him, reflexively biting down on his nipple without meaning to do so. A moan slipped out as he wriggled beneath Anri, enjoying the pain of his bite.

Anri pulled back just before his sharp fangs broke the skin and he moaned his disappointment.

“Oh, Seth,” Anri drawled, “don’t you always tell me not to rush you?” Anri sat up, straddling him. He tried to sit up, to get to Anri, but Anri pushed him down firmly with his palms flat on his chest. His nipples burned pleasantly under the pressure of Anri’s hands.

Frustration swelled in him until he was nearly overwhelmed by it, his switch flipped. His frustration ballooned so quickly he was nearly consumed by it. He knew, in that small, rational part of his brain, that his emotions were much stronger than normal, more base and aggressive than he wanted to be with Anri. It didn’t matter, though.

Anri had what he needed and he wasn’t giving it to him. He wanted it now. He wanted to be deep inside Anri, right now. Nothing else seemed bearable. He struggled, twisting as he tried to shift Anri’s body off of him, but the vampire was immovable. Anri held him down easily, with a strength he didn’t expect.

Anri’s dominance only amped his need further. His dick was so ready to be inside Anri that it hurt. His pants were too tight. He wanted to be inside Anri, thrusting deep inside his warm depths. His hips bucked as he remembered Anri above him from their first, and only, night completely together.

“Anri,” he ground out. He didn’t recognized his voice, raspy and needy and full of lust. “I need you so much. Now. Please.”

Anri smiled down at him, his hair haloing his face. His hands slid up to Seth’s cheeks, cupping them in tenderly in his palms. “Oh, Seth, I know. I can feel it. I need you, too. Shh…”

Anri slid down his body, trailing his hands down from Seth’s cheeks, down his neck, over his pecs, stopping just below his last ribs. Anri pushed his legs apart with his own so that he was kneeling between them. He leaned down, his fingers never leaving Seth’s abdomen, his face hovering just above Seth’s groin.

Another guttural, needy moan escaped from him. Lust and need coursed through his blood, cutting off any rational thought, consuming him. He fought against it and won, barely staving it off. His eyes shut hard as he strained to control himself, because if he let go he would throw Anri down and fuck him right there, hard. If he let himself go, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from thrusting deep into Anri again and again, filling the vampire with his manhood, and then his seed. He burned to have Anri wrapped completely around his cock in the most intimate of ways. He had never needed anyone like he needed Anri right now. It felt like if he didn’t slide into Anri soon…he didn’t know what. He just knew he needed it, right this second.

“Let me fuck you. I need you, Anri. I want to be inside you, now,” he demanded.

Anri sighed and he growled out loud. He tried again to push Anri off him, to take control, to turn him over and take him right now.

“Give yourself to me! I want you. Why are you teasing me, Anri?” he demanded. Anri cringed a little at the tone of his voice. He tried to push himself up against Anri again, but Anri didn’t give in, a statue on top of him. Shame burned somewhere deep inside him from his selfish demands, in that small space that was still capable of rational thought. The rest of him, though, seethed that Anri wouldn’t give him what he needed.

Anri held him down effortlessly. That just made him want to thrust into him even more. He wanted Anri so bad, couldn’t he see that? Why wouldn’t Anri give him what he needed?

Seth strained and struggled against Anri without purchase. He knew that he was out of control, but he couldn’t stop himself. This wasn’t him, not who he wanted to be with Anri. Emotions and lust swirled tumultuously. He felt betrayed by his own body, and by his need to dominate and force himself on Anri. And yet, he still wanted to fuck Anri, hard. Seth threw his head back, closing his eyes tightly breathing deeply, battling with his wretched urges.

“Seth, do you trust me?” Anri asked, his tone tender.

Eyes closed, he had to take a deep breath before he could respond. “I…I’m sorry, Anri. I don’t trust me. Always you. Not me.”

Anri didn’t move, didn’t respond. Seth cracked his eyes open. Anri was watching him beneath hooded eyes. He was breathing heavily, too, as if he was riding the emotions of Seth’s inner turmoil. With a shock, he realized Anri was struggling with his emotions, too. He slammed their connection shut hard, ashamed that Anri’d felt his greedy inner turmoil.

Anri gasped from the pain of their closed connection. Seth squirmed against the loss himself, trying to pretend it wasn’t so bad.

There was sadness in Anri’s eyes, and Seth looked away, unsure if he could feel more ashamed than this.

“Shit, Seth. It’s….it’s okay. It’s all good. Please, trust me. Say you trust me.”

Seth couldn’t look at him. It hurt so much. He immediately missed the connection to the man above him. “I do. I trust you,” he forced himself to say through gritted teeth.

Anri nodded, shifting above him. Absently he rubbed the bloodmark on his chest, then moved his hand to cover Seth’s identical mark. His other hand began circling Seth’s belly, just above the waistband of his sleep pants. Anri’s fingers on his bloodbond began to circle the bond, calling it to life.

It blazed to life and he pulled gently on it, slowly drawing it from Seth’s chest. The sensation made him gasp as the space it filled inside of him began to hollow out. Anri leaned forward, his fingers wrapping gently around the connection. Seth saw where it connected to his mate, the reddish-brown rope disappearing into the matching tattoo in the center of his chest.

A feeling of possessiveness shot through him at the sight. He lifted a hand to Anri’s chest, placing it so that their bond surged between his finger and thumb. A quick moan escaped from Anri as he touched their connection. “Mine,” Seth heard himself say. “Mine. You’re mine.”

Anri nodded, his fingers nimbly running up and down their connection, relaxing his strong emotional block on it. “Yes, Seth. Yours. Calm now and I’ll give you what you need. What we both want. Let me do this for you…”

Anri leaned down over his chest and let the connection slip through his fingers. He’d worked some of the tension from their connection, but he didn’t open it fully. Their connection faded to red mist as it fell from his fingers, causing Seth to cry out wordlessly. Anri pressed his palm firmly to Seth’s braided circular bloodmark, his other hand still tracing the flesh around Seth’s belly button.

“If you want it open, you open it. If you don’t, leave it as it is. You control that. I control everything else, until we get your soul back,” Anri whispered, looking deep into his eyes.

His red eyes seemed to burn into Seth’s vision, and then they were hooded as he dipped his head down. His nose brushed over Seth’s manhood through his pajama pants and it jumped eagerly in response. Seth growled his desire, but did nothing to change the limitations on their connection. Anri’s shoulders shrugged slightly. He brushed his nose over Seth again through the soft cotton fabric.

It was too tight, too hot, too stuffy. Seth longed to be freed from the restraints of his pants and underwear. His hands were at his waistband before he knew what he was doing, fingers slipping under the drawstring and pushing down. Anri’s hands covered his within a second, cool and immovable, holding his hands in place. Anri nipped him through the cloth, a warning and a promise.

“Anri, I need…please…” Seth heard himself whine. It was almost as if he was watching himself, unable to control his desires. His hips bucked and Anri growled. Anri reluctantly freed his hands, and he took the opportunity to wriggle his pants down his hips. They became stuck halfway down, the drawstring tied tightly around his thighs spread wide around Anri.

Frantically he tore at them. Anri sighed and moved out from his lap, his fingers pulling the tie loose as he scooted to the side. Seth nearly ripped the pants in his need to remove them. His cock was slick with precum and as the chill air wrapped around it he shivered, watching Anri.

“Trust me, Seth. Show me you trust me.”

Anri was beautiful, his face soft and full of love, haloed by his dirty blond, shoulder length hair. Shit, those red eyes. He surged forward and attempted to tackle him, to take his pants off and take him, own him, possess him, mark him right there.

Instead, Anri caught him and pushed him firmly back down to the bed with strength that somehow still surprised him. Something primal in his brain triggered and he froze in place as Anri pushed his legs apart and climbed back between them. He held his hands on Seth’s hips, holding him down, though Seth couldn’t have moved if he wanted to. He was prey and Anri was the predator, and that was that.

In that moment he submitted to Anri completely. Anri seemed to sense that and nodded once, his red eyes hooded as he dipped his head down. He licked a slow circle around Seth’s belly button, then licked down the trail of hair that lead to Seth’s loins. Seth’s breath hitched in his chest and he held it in anticipation.

He watched aptly as Anri’s tongue flicked out, catching a clear bead of precum before it dripped down his purpling cock. Anri’s tongue barely touched him, but the sensation climbed his spine like wildfire. He’d been holding his breath, and now his lungs screaming for air. One deep breath wasn’t enough, and he gasped for more, panting. Just another few centimeters he urged silently. Anri’s mouth, warm and wet and silky… and dangerous, those fangs, so dangerous. Just a breath away from answering his desires. His hands balled up the sheets as he struggled to move, and not to move.

Anri looked up at him, licking his lips lustfully. He dipped his head back down and took Seth completely in his mouth in one quick motion. His mind shut down as Anri began to suck, sliding his velvety mouth up and down the hot, hard length of him. Seth’s rationale disappeared and he gave into his desires.

As if he was watching from the side, his body was thrusting forcefully into Anri’s mouth. His hands had somehow knotted within Anri’s silky locks again, though he didn’t remember doing it. His hips pumped harder and faster until he felt the scrape of Anri’s fang down the side of his cock like a hot knife.

Prey in a predator’s grasp again, he froze again. He realized what he had done, quickly pulling his hands from Anri’s hair, shame filling him. “Oh, god, I’m sorry Anri. I just. Oh god. What is wrong with me?” His rebellious dick throbbed instead of flagged, betraying his need despite his shame and embarrassment.

Anri looked up, his mouth still wrapped around Seth’s aching manhood. Their eyes met and the look Anri gave him, so sultry and lustful, nearly had him ejaculating. Anri grabbed his balls, squeezing them lightly between his fingers. Seth forced himself to lay still, the urges to fuck Anri’s mouth again nearly overwhelming. He would not give into those desires again. He balled his hands into tight fists, his fingernails cutting into his palms.

Anri slowly slid his mouth up his cock, sucking hard. The head of his manhood dropped from Anri’s mouth with a pop and he writhed. “Seth.” The way Anri said his name, so reverently, touched him deeply and helped him to control his base urges. “Seth, may I bite you here?” He rubbed his nose against the head of Seth’s manhood.

Seth squirmed under him as he tried to rediscover words. “God yes, Anri, anything for you. Anything.”

Anri looked at him again, that same look filled with lust and desire, and then bent down, sucking Seth back into his mouth. Anri stared into his eyes as he bit down carefully, pressing one fang into the soft, sensitive cockhead. Anri’s needle-sharp fang slowly pierced him through the top of his frenulum.

He moaned, back arching in pain. Delicious pain, immediately mixed with pleasure as Anri’s fang pulled free and he began to suck. Seth’s eyes rolled back into his head as his orgasm hit him, full force, shutting down his brain and reinventing colors on the backside of his eyelids.

Anri continued to suck as his brain reset and reloaded. When he was able to make coherent thoughts again, Anri released his manhood, as if he knew he was back online. The cool air was a shock, sending a shiver through his body.

Eyes still closed, he tensed for a moment when Anri’s lips found his. Anri kissed him hard, forcing himself into his mouth. He tasted salty and bitter and completely naughty. It wasn’t good, but it was the most erotic thing he’d had ever tasted.

Anri broke the kiss just a quickly as he had started it, roughly flipped Seth over. His body was still mostly unresponsive, and he wouldn’t have been able to fight even if he wanted to. Good thing he didn’t want to. There was a sound of something that Seth couldn’t quite place, and then Anri’s fingers were trailing down his buttcrack. Something wet, lubricant, his mind recognized, coated Anri’s fingertips and left a cooling trail behind them.

Seth squirmed as one of Anri’s fingers breached him. He sucked in a deep breath as it started to move, circling inside him. It was a sensation that he had never experienced before, both foreign and sensual.

“If you don’t want this, don’t want me this way, say something. Say something now and I’ll stop,” Anri whispered, the fear of rejection betraying his words.

“Anything for you,” he managed to say, squirming on Anri’s finger. Seth felt some of Anri’s emotions drip into him through their connection, reminding him it was still throttled. He relaxed his hold on it and Anri sighed in relief, then thrust his finger deeper inside. He raised his hips, trying to get Anri even deeper. Anri’s finger traced over a spot that sent pure pleasure to his brain. He arched his back, trying to get Anri to touch that spot again.

Instead, Anri pulled his finger out. Whining, he pushed his ass back, begging wordlessly. He heard the noise again, the pump of the lube bottle, and then Anri thrust two fingers into his needy ass. He ground them into Seth relentlessly, working his opening. Seth lost track of time. Three fingers now. Anri thrust them inside him, spreading his fingers apart to prepare him for his cock. He worked them in and out of him, over and over again.

Frustration rose again, along with his manhood. “I want you. Fuck me, Anri. Fuck me. Please. Fuck me.”

Anri growled and then his fingers were gone. Another schnict-noise of the lube bottle and then Seth felt the soft pressure of Anri’s cock as it pressed against his eager opening. Seth reared backwards, trying to force Anri inside, but Anri danced back. He whined in frustration, struggling to push himself back further. Anri wasn’t there and he cried out again. Anri chuckled.

“You’re the one who’s always in a hurry, my Seth. You should take your own advice about rushing people,” Anri teased, his voice silky like chocolate.

Anri’s hand was on his head, forcing him into the bed. His other hand grabbed Seth’s hand and wrenched it behind his back forcefully. He released Seth’s head, moving his hand to his cock, lining it up with Seth’s ready and waiting hole. Anri’s cock pushed against his opening and slowly, so slowly, slid inside. His ass burned as it stretched to accommodate Anri’s girth.

It was exactly what he needed . “Anri. Mmmm…yes.”

Once he was inside, Anri pulled his arm back, forcing his torso to lift off the bed. He reached out and grabbed Seth’s other hand and pulled both of them back, forcing Seth to arch his back as he slowly lowered him down onto his cock even farther. The head of Anri’s cock slid smoothly over that super sensitive spot inside until he was planted deeply inside. Anri pulled out just as slowly, groaning in pleasure as he did so. He held Seth’s arms in a way that controlled him, immobilized him.

“So warm inside you. So tight. So fucking tight. God, Seth, you feel amazing,” Anri cooed. He pulled himself slowly out of Seth, a centimeter at a time. Seth whined. The heat and pressure of Anri inside him was perfection.

His head dipped down as Anri reseated his manhood deep within him. “More,” Seth begged. “Faster.”

“Fuck Seth…oh, so good. I won’t last long at this rate,” Anri said, pumping his hips a little harder. Somehow he forced himself even deeper.

“Anri.”

Anri was sliding out of him, faster now, then thrusting himself forcefully, pulling Seth’s body along to his rhythm by his arms. He thrust again and again, pulling Seth back further and further with each thrust. Seth’s cock was so hard, throbbing in time as Anri pounded into him, controlling him fully. He knew he wouldn’t last long with the way that Anri’s member pressed against that spot inside of him with each movement. He longed to touch himself, and yet, not being able to do so amplified the excitement.

Anri was thrusting even harder and more quickly. He wretched Seth’s arms back almost painfully, and on a particularly deep thrust, caught one of Seth’s wrists in his mouth. His other arm snaked around Seth’s neck as it released his arm, holding him upright as he continued to take him from behind. Anri bit down and sucked in one motion, the pain and pleasure adding to the already amazing sensations in his ass. He was so close.

Anri grunted and his hips lost their rhythm as he thrust his orgasm into Seth. He could feel Anri’s ejaculate, the cooler fluid filling his most intimate of places, marking him. The thought pushed him over the edge and his orgasm followed Anri’s, streaming from him indulgently.

Seconds later they collapsed to the bed, Anri still inside of him. Anri shifted slightly, sliding out, and he whimpered at the loss. Anri chuckled, shifting again and now Seth found himself encircled in Anri’s arms. He nipped at Anri’s arm, wrapped just below his chin.

“Mine,” he said thickly, completely relaxed.

Anri laughed and it rumbled against his back.

“Love you, Anri,” Seth mumbled. Sated and satisfied, he fell almost immediately fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

Demonbound Chapter 12: 99 Problems

Demonbound Chapter 13: As Honest as I Dare to Be, Seth’s Aside