Live and die, and then... [open]

[distant_one]

Who: D, his Left Hand, anyone
What: Open and closed prompts for general June catch all
When: early june and onward
Where: Various places

Content Warnings:: mention of blood drinking, apathy towards violence, casual disregard for the safety of others, violence, additional warnings to be added to closed prompts in comments



1. A stiff drink; any time in June, especially after the wilderness expedition returns; open

The end of the previous month had brought an end to D's excessive bloodthirst. Which meant that he could once again drink alcohol without experiencing an almost painful and intensely bitter disappointment at every drop that passed his lips and wasn't blood.

He was still not a very social person, but could be found in various drinking establishments around the city, slowly making his way through the wide variety of unfamiliar alcohol. His usual habit was to order the strongest drinks on offer and work his way down from there.

2. A bloodless cut; two weeks before the end of June; open

D wasn't one to get involved in the affairs of others. Drunken brawls simply weren't his concern, and even when one escalated immediately to a lethal level and had people fleeing, D only glanced over briefly to see why everyone was screaming and running.

This was more than just a drunken argument getting out of hand, but apparently a case of corruption. The corrupted man was apparently not satisfied yet either, as he was lunging at the next nearest person with a jagged piece of wood from a broken chair.

Though he was half way across the room, D was suddenly next to the man in the blink of an eye. Before the sound of his sword being drawn could completely fade from the air his first slash had cut through the weapon, turning it from sharp enough to stab to a blunt end. The second slash, even faster and seeming no more than an arc of silvery light passed through the man's torso before he could stab the newly blunt end of his improvised weapon into his target.

Despite the arc of the slash that should've cut the man in half, he didn't even stumble. The man jabbed his newly blunted weapon against his target, only to realize it was no longer suitable for stabbing. D is the next target of his ire, the remaining stub of chair leg swung at him like a club was caught in D's left hand.

It was a waiting game now, to see how long it would take a corrupted person to drop from the very unusual slash he'd made that hadn't broken the skin or spilled a single drop of blood.

3. Wildcard

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[faithfulson]

Luke couldn't fight against the shudder that ran through him when he said his name, the way he nearly growled it out, mixed with the coppery smell of his own blood made it impossible not to react. He let out a shuddering breath, trying to get his rapidly beating heart under control, but that was impossible too; he could sense the need coming off of D, like the brief draw of his blood had not been enough. There was a hunger there, and that alone was enough to make him feel dizzy and lightheaded, to make him reach up for the flap of his shirt, undoing it so his collar loosened, not only better revealing his neck, but also showing that the scaring was present on more than just his arm, branches of it tracing his collarbones.

"I can sense how hungry you still are," he said softly. "Please... don't torture yourself. I told you to do what you need to."

[distant_one]

D almost couldn't hear what Luke was saying over the sound of the young man's beating heart and blood rushing through his veins. That thick, tempting blood vessel in Luke's neck, offered up to him, was almost too much to resist. He pulled Luke to his feet and leaned in, his mouth opening wide and his fangs fully elongated.

But at the last moment, D pulled back and clenched his jaw for a moment. He took several slow breaths through clenched teeth before he spoke, his voice sounding as though he was in physical pain. "This is a commitment that only ends when one of us dies. It won't be a simple wound that scars like the one who bit you before. Do you understand that?"

Luke wasn't from D's reality. He didn't know the consequences, wasn't raised with the understanding of what a bite meant. But he'd seen the effects of D's bite in the memory where D had used it as a weapon against the Midwitch Medusae.

[faithfulson]

Luke didn't say anything as he was pulled to his feet, just tilted his head to the side and let his breathing calm, relaxing in D's hands almost easily as anticipation made his heart pound all the harder as the dhampir leaned close. When nothing came, when he felt pain as D held himself back, he pulled back a little, looking at him in genuine concern. He reached up after a moment, gently cupping the side of his face with his bare hand, his fingers absently pushing his hair out of his face.

"Will it help you hurt less?" he asked softly. "If it does... it'll be worth it."

Luke let out a breath, shaking his head. He guessed that wouldn't be a good enough answer, not for D, so he continued:

"I will resist the effects you showed me. Please, believe in my strength."

[distant_one]

After those calming breaths, and the words he spoke, D simply stopped breathing. He was deep enough into his vampiric side that the need for it had left him, and his skin was colder than ever beneath Luke's hand.

"Alright." D really wanted to believe, for just that moment. But he'd never had much faith in anyone or anything. If Luke died, he'd come back. That made all of this very different than biting a human or anything else for which death was permanent.

Once again he leaned in, and this time he didn't pause. His long fangs slid easily into Luke's already scarred neck, finding the right spot out of instinct rather than experience. The pain of denying his blood thirst was immediately replaced with the unsurpassed bliss of sinking his teeth into a willing throat to drink from the fount of life. D kept his fangs in the wounds to slow the blood spilling into his mouth, to prolong the moment of ecstasy for both of them.

[faithfulson]

It took Luke a moment to realize he had been bitten, the suddenness of his razor sharp fangs sinking into his neck catching him completely off guard. His breath came out in a shuddered gasp once the pressure registered in his head, hitting just the right spot that whatever pain there was faded quickly.

His hand dropped from D's face, clutching at his shoulder instead as he struggled to keep himself still, but stars help him it was hard. The pleasure from the bite was setting in quickly, his heart pounding in his chest and his breath starting to come out in desperate little gasps as he struggled not to hump him in desperation. It wasn't long before he felt like his head was swimming, and his grip on his shoulder tightened as he felt like... something was starting to cloud his mind, trying to suppress his own independent thought. He unconsciously smacked it away with the Force, far too intent on enjoying the sensations going through him to let something drown that out.

[distant_one]

There was nothing that really compared to the exquisite pleasure of drinking from a willing throat. Even with D's efforts to draw out the moment, blood pulsed from Luke's neck far quicker than it had from his wrist. He would need to stop soon, or he might not be able to stop until he'd drained him dry.

The thought that he could do that crossed his mind. He could do that, and Luke would come back, and he could bite him all over again and drink every last drop. That thought was horrifying enough in its possibility that it broke through the haze of blood thirst. Reluctantly, D pulled his fangs from Luke's neck and used his tongue to catch the last few trickles of blood that escaped the pair of cursed wounds.

Once the bleeding had stopped entirely, D pulled back. Two open puncture wounds remained amid the lightning scars on Luke's neck, looking fresh and raw for all that no more blood spilled from them and wouldn't until unless D bit again.

D was still tempted. The knowledge of the unparalleled peak of drinking from Luke's throat was something he would never fully be able to dismiss from his mind. But it wasn't an overwhelming need any longer, and D knew he really could drink every drop of blood in Luke's body and still crave more.

[faithfulson]

Luke let out a faint whimper as he felt D withdraw, like he wasn't ready for him to stop yet. That probably did nothing for his ability to control himself, but he didn't care about that at the moment. D could have drained him completely dry and he probably would have come back to say, "thank you". The bite had felt amazing, better than sex even though a part of him desired nothing more than to be thrown down and pounded into next week at the moment. He was so out of it he wasn't even aware of the soft, pleased keen that escaped from him as he felt D's tongue run along the bite marks, not thinking about any scars or wounds at the moment.

It was a moment before he rolled his head toward him, feeling completely boneless, despite the fact that he could still manage to get his hand up, fingers absently tracing along D's jawline.

"B-better?" he managed to get out, his voice shaking slightly.

[distant_one]

The fact that Luke was coherent enough to speak without prompting and hadn't simply lost consciousness or collapsed as a good sign. He was even mostly standing under his own power, though D was still holding him to keep him from collapsing.

"Much better, but you should lie down now." D's voice was a little rough still, and both his long pearly incisors and the red light shining from his eyes to illuminate the room showed his vampiric side still. He was careful not to try to command Luke, as he accidentally attempted earlier.

"Even with my blood kiss on your neck you're not a creature of the night, and that wasn't a small amount of blood you gave me."

[faithfulson]

Luke found himself staring at D, part of him absolutely entranced by his appearance. He should be afraid, he knew it; D was absolutely a predator like this, and even now he could sense he still wanted more, that even draining him dry would not have been enough to satiate his thirst. It made him wonder just how long he had been going without blood like this, or how much he had forced himself from taking too much. It couldn't have been healthy, and it just made him want to help D even more.

But even he knew that he had a limit, and even if they could pop back here after death, he wouldn't want to put the burden of dealing with that on anyone he loved here, so he held himself back.

"M'fine," he murmured, trying to take a step back. His body felt slow and sluggish, and even when he put his foot down, it didn't seem to want to cooperate with him. He tried to pretend it wasn't a big deal for all of a second, before he ended up leaning against D instead, trying to hide how embarrassed he was.

"...m'bed's thataway," he mumbled against his chest, pointing toward the room he was using as a bedroom.

[distant_one]

D must have taken more than he'd thought, or perhaps there was some blood loss already going on or some other issue. He'd have to find out later, though, because Luke needed to rest. He remained steady as Luke leaned against him and pointed towards one of the doors.

It was a short distance, so D simply lifted Luke into his arms as if he weighed nothing at all. He would have to stay and keep watch until he was sure Luke was awake enough to defend himself. If he would wake up enough to defend himself. There was a chance D's bite had done more than was apparent at the moment.

He settled Luke into the pile of bedding he was apparently using for sleep and went to lean against a wall and wait. Sleeping at night wasn't easy to begin with, and after biting and drinking blood it would be completely impossible.

[faithfulson]

Luke let out a faint noise as he was swept up into D's arms, reaching up to hold onto his shoulder -- more out of an instinctual need for comfort against his rapidly spinning head than anything else. He wasn't sure if D had taken too much, or if whatever side effects from his bite were making things worse, but he was worried just "sleeping it off" wasn't going to help much.

What was more... he could feel a pull coming from the Force, a faint feeling like if he just allowed it to guide him along into a meditative sleep, then everything would be fine. He had read about similar sensations in the scant few records he had been able to find; some kind of "healing trance" that helped a Jedi recover from injury. He'd never attempted it himself before, but with how he was feeling now, it didn't seem like he would have a choice in the matter.

A faint mumble escaped from him, trying to warn D, to let him know that whatever happened to him next probably was going to be weird and unusual, and there probably wasn't much he was going to be able to do to stop it until the Force decided he was alright. His tongue felt too big for his mouth, however, and even as he tried to make words come out of his throat, they just did not want to make it very far past that.

By the time D set him down on his bedding, he had drifted off, a faint sigh escaping from him as he drifted in the Force. Ah well... he was sure someone would be able to tell D what was going on, even if he couldn't.