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Fifth Vlog | Video | Daemon: hunterd

[ Hey everyone, welcome to the party in the woods! Or at least, what you can see of it behind this close up of Wyatt's grinning face. There are glittering lights in the background and the weird, mismatched music of the party can be heard. Wyatt has to raise his voice to be heard over it. ]

What is up guys my name is Wyatt, you probably all know that. Unless you're new, in which case, hey! Welcome to the Apocalypse! It's pretty dope here, you probably noticed. I'm telling you, F.A.T.E.S is so cool that he - or she. Or they? I don't know, whatever: they're so cool that they threw a full on multiple-day spanning party just for my birthday. Hey, F.A.T.E.S. -

[ He lifts his glass, filled with an unholy mixture of frothy golden beer, and deep burgundy wine, and salutes the camera. ]

- thank you, my guy. Slash girl. Slash, whatever you are. Hey, you should join us at some point, so that we know what the fuck to call you. Anyways.

[ He takes a drink of his disgusting cocktail, then drops down to sit on a pile of cushions. It's now evident that he's opted not to wear a shirt, but he is wearing cutoff jean shorts. The camera, otherwise known as his daemon Hunterd, follows to keep him in focus. ]

I got a kind of serious thing to talk about. The whole birthday thing has me thinking about, like. Age. And getting older, and shit, which you know, is important when like most of the people you know don't actually do that. When all your friends are like, hundreds of years old and fucking immortal, it puts a new spin on how it feels to be nineteen. I have one year left of teenage dreaming, people. [ He holds up his finger. ] One. So I'm thinking, like. Okay, I'm just gonna ask you, cause that's the whole point of this vlog.

If you had the choice to just not get older, but live forever. Would you do it? Like, is there a con to this pro? I mean, there'd be the whole, 'must drink the blood of the living to survive', deal, but my friends seem to manage okay. Vamps ain't so bad from what I've seen. So, yeah. Your thoughts, please, Youtube-Lite. I'm listening.

[ ooc: This post happens the day before the Confessions Bomb hits! ]

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[ A black wolf with vivid green eyes pads up to sit beside Hunterd, his look amused as he gazes at Wyatt with a slow wag of his tail. Then he steps over to where he is on the cushions and sprawls unceremoniously on top of the shirtless pup, his voice an anused chuckle in Wyatt's head. ]

Feliz cumpleaños.

You are speaking to the general populace about such a serious matter? Why not your family? Or me?

[ The 'or me' part was a joke as he knew he and Wyatt hadn't know each other for that long. ]

[ Wyatt recognizes that particular wolf immediately, and grins as he climbs on top of him. He moves to put his arms around him immediately, and scratches his Wolfe ears. He noses in, snuggling at the wolf's neck. He's not troubled by the voice in his head, and responds to it as easily as though Ignacio had spoken aloud. Of course this makes Wyatt sound like he's talking to himself, but hey. He doesn't care what anyone thinks. ]

Cumply-an-yos. You better not be shit-talking me, bro, I wouldn't know the difference.anyways what kind of question is that? I'm from the Internet generation, man, we do everything online. You're lucky I didn't add a poll.

[ Pause. ]

I should've added a poll. Damn it. Next time, yo. But you can tell me what you think, anyway, even if you're totally biased since you're already like a world class supervamp. Which my family are too, by the way. I already know where they stand.

It is Spanish for happy birthday. You were close to the pronunciation, you will be learning my language in no time at all.

[ His 'voice' sounded hopeful. Then his chuckle echoed once more. ]

Should I become a vampire, check 'yes' or 'no'?

I believe... that your world would be expanded if you did become one of us. It is one thing to be one with the primal side of nature, but as one of the chosen you will have an additional connection with the earth. Your instincts will enhance, your hunting skills unmatched. Those who are both wolf and vampire in my world are very impressive.

[ Wyatt grins at the compliment. His arms settle comfortably around his friend, and he runs his hands gently through his fur. If Ignacio's going to sit on him like a puppy, he's going to get petted like one too. ]

Yeah. That's how they are in my world, too. That's how Hunter is, ain't no doubt about it. He kicks ass.

[ Wyatt smiles. If this was all about power, and that was the only thing to think about, it'd be an easy decision. He scratches his fingers between Ignacio's ears and sighs. ]

It's the shit he had to give up that I can't forget. Like how he can't have kids? I always wanted kids.

[ He leans his head back, staring at the ceiling while his neck stretches out. ]

It ain't like I can have 'em right now, though. And even if I could, this ain't the place for them. I just don't know how long to wait, you know? Cause I don't know if Vex even wants kids. And I can't wait forever, cause I won't be young forever unless I turn while I am, you know?

[ Ignacio was not going to complain about being stroked, as it felt quite nice. He rumbled gently, then moved and rolled onto his back so he could rest his head in Wyatt's lap. It was then he shifted into his vampire form, a playful smirk on his lips as his green eyes glittered up at his friend. ]

You can have children as a vampire and they will be immortal as you would be. Is that not the superior choice?

[ He said it as if it were simple, and it was to him. Mortality felt like such an unnecessary thing to him. ]

[ Seeing him change, Wyatt momentarily stops petting and stretches out, giving Ignacio space to lean on him. Then he appears, and Jesus actual fuck, this guy isn't normal. How does he just look like that? For a second, Wyatt forgets everything that they're saying, doing, or even thinking.

Then Ignacio is laying in his lap, and his lap's about to have a bulge growing in it. Aware of that, Wyatt warily laughs to cover himself, and threads his fingers into that (perfectly, annoyingly) ruffled hair. ]

Well, I don't know, Iggy. I kind of always imagined tiny biting puppies running around my feet, you know? Vamps tend to be adults. Sexy adults, you know, like you.

[ No comment on whether that would be superior, though. ]

[ He chuckled at Wyatt's verbal compliment, as he was well aware of how sexy he was, but he was also amused by the physical reaction as well. He had a keen sense of smell, and being as close to the pup's crotch as he was it was a simple thing to scent the arousal from him. It was quite flattering, though he had no interest in such attention when it came from those who were not kin- he was not offended by it. ]

Fledglings can be tiny and biting as well, Rafa's is like that. But I see what you mean, you wish to have infants, toddlers, children to raise yourself. The result of your seed blossoming into life.

The instincts of a wolf who wishes to breed. I have never had such instincts, myself, so I do not understand it as you do. I have never even sired a vampire, so I have no children. You could begin now, do you have a female to mate with?

[ Okay, wow. Insert nervous laughter here. Wyatt sits up a little, in part to adjust himself because Iggy's whole Iggyness is having an unfortunate affect on his body that he can't take responsibility for. He needs to concentrate on this. This is exactly the kind of conversation that he needs to have. ]

Not, uh…not exactly. I got a boyfriend, who I don't even know if he wants kids or not. Which is a thing to think about, I guess.

[ Because they're serious, to the extent that they're living together. They'd moved in together quickly, but that had been with the intent of being serious, too, so if kids are a thing Vex doesn't want, then that would be an important thing to think about. Wyatt realises that he really doesn't know where the faerie stands on the matter at all. ]

Anyway, that's…I should talk to him about it. How have you never sired a vampire, though? I thought you were hella old.

[ Pause. ]

No offence.

[ Ignacio smirked as Wyatt adjusted himself, as he knew why he was doing it. Very, very flattering. Then he laughed as Wyatt apologized for stating a fact, clearly not offended at all. ]

It is true, I am indeed hella old. [ A word that sounded so different in his accent, there seemed to be a heavy 'J' sound in the middle. ] But I have been focused on my kingdom. There is no time for a mate or children when there are others who are constantly vying for your throne.

It was the end of the world that allowed me to relax. Is that irony?

[ Wyatt shrugs his shoulders. ]

Maybe. Probably. I guess you're a workaholic.

[ That's hard to imagine. The Iggy he knows is fun, playful, friendly, warm in every way. He's not some loner who sits in a castle and plans his next move like his life is a chessboard. Or maybe he is, but that's not the part of him Wyatt sees. In the end he shakes his head, refusing this notion and all that it stands for. ]

This whole no-love-in-politics thing? That's bullshit, man, I'm sorry. The Kings in my world got no problem with it. You cannot tell me that in what, like a thousand years or whatever, that there's been no one. Anyone would wanna be with you.

I may be. I am very passionate about my leadership.

[ Wyatt's candid opinion made him laugh, an easy-sounding one which was also slightly husky. ]

You are beautiful, my friend. But understand that mine is a very precarious position, and those who try to gain my favor or my affection are often doing so in order to take my place. I have been, how you would say, burned by such suitors in the past, so now my trust is not easily won.

But here I do not have such a worry, yes? I can be myself. I am able to court who pleases me.

Edited 2018-05-15 20:56 (UTC)

[ Wyatt considers that. Okay, so suitors that sucked makes a lot more sense than none at all. Still, it's hard to believe that Ignacio hadn't found anyone genuine in all that time. Idly, he runs his hand through Ignacio's hair. ]

Yeah, well. That's how it should be. I'm just sorry you had to land in a different world to get it.

[ He leans back, thoughtful. He's still trying to manage his bodily reaction to Ignacio, and honestly touching his hair isn't helping. He moves his hand up to his own hair instead, and tries to visualise a cold fucking shower on that part of his body. ]

You don't have to worry about that shit with me, though. I wouldn't want to be a king if you begged me to. Hanging out with one's impressive enough.

Your sympathy for my plight is very kind.

[ And then his smile widened, his green eyes dancing playfully as he continued. ]

Wyatt, do you intend to be my suitor?

[ Wyatt flushes, despite knowing this has to be a joke. What else could it be? He was so far out of Ignacio's league it was actually funny. ]

Maybe I am. [ He says, arching a brow as if he really thinks this could happen. He's under no such illusions. ] So tell me, Iggy, your highness-majesty Iggy. What would you do if a kid like me came up and offered you his neck? I'll bet it's tempting.

[ He stretches his neck out now, strong and tanned with the clear thud of his pulse beneath it. ]

You want a taste?

From you?

[ He queried playfully, then his lips pursed as if he was giving it serious consideration. He often bit other supernaturals, he had a fondness for werewolves in particular, but he understood Wyatt to be a part of Rafa's world. More than that, he was the son of Rafa's husband-- there was protocol! Still, Wyatt was teasing him so it felt fair to tease him back.

His movement was swift, beginning at his relaxed position on Wyatt's legs, his head rose to bring his mouth to his offered neck. He didn't inhale, the scent would be far too tempting if he did, Instead, his lips brushed against one of his pulsing veins as he whispered. ]

I demand more than a taste...

[ Oh, okay, so this was a bad fucking plan. Wyatt's body reacts instantly, stretching out beneath Ignacio and arching, so that their hips align and their chests fit together. It's a nice fit. Comfortable, like a jigsaw sliding into place. If Ignacio hadn't been able to feel his arousal before, he absolutely will now. Wyatt's hips slide against his, legs parting around him. ]

Uh. Yeah. [ Fuck, his mouth is dry. His arms have slid around Ignacio to pull him closer, and he stretches his neck out all the more. He can feel the pulse in his neck, throbbing right against Iggy's lips. He really wants this. Jesus fuck, he really wants it. ] S-sure. You can just. Sink your teeth right in, and I'll…give you whatever you want. Everything you want.

[ Even now, he feels his arousal thickening further, straining in his pants. ]

[ The reaction from Wyatt's body was powerful, so powerful that his own began to respond in kind. That was unusual, he was typically never affected by those who were not his kin. It shocked him enough that he hesitated, then leaned back to bring himself away from the young wolf. ]

Hm. [ He hummed thoughtfully, then sat back on the grass with an easy and playful look- one that didn't give away the turmoil that was suddenly within him. ] Forgive me. You are the son of the husband of the one I am courting, you are their family. I wish to acquire permission from him before I were to feast on your blood.

This will have to wait.

[ Yeah, so it turns out Wyatt isn't the cocktease here after all. Iggy's far more expert about it. With the vampire suddenly lost to him, he's lying there on his back, pitching a tent in his pants and breathing like he just ran a marathon.

Shit. He sits suddenly upright, eyes wide and confused. ]

What…?

[ Did he really just say he had to ask Rafa first? This guy is courting Rafa. Which obviously means Wyatt can't compete, anyway, so he doesn't know why they're playing this game. ]

Rafa doesn't care who bites me! I say it's cool, isn't that enough? It's just blood.

[ It's not just blood, and Wyatt knows it. ]

That is where you are wrong, my friend.

[ He rose his hand to gently please his finger on Wyatt's lips, cold, yet his green eyes were so warm. ]

I respect you far too much to say that it would be a simple feed. It would not be just blood between us. It would be an intimate connection, as you would be inside of me, as my fangs would be inside of you.

[ He smiled, so wide that his eyes crinkled slightly at the ends. ]

I promise you. It will be worth the wait.

[ Ignacio touches his chin again and Wyatt's heart skips over itself. That description of their intimate connection makes his whole body head up, and then Iggy gives him that smile, and…

Okay, fuck this. ]

Yeah? Okay.

[ He leans forward, sudden and impulsive, and he presses his lips against Iggy's. Wyatt's kiss is rough and eager, his warm mouth solid against Iggy's chill, and he slides his hand over his hair at the same time. Then he leans back, his smile crooked and his eyes shining. ]

That's to remember me by. Until you keep your promise.

[ If Ignacio had the instinct to gasp he would have in that moment. As it was, he was silent as his eyes flew wide with shock. Lips were parted, expression completely surprised- as if he'd never even been kissed before! He barely knew how to respond, but respond he did, instincts taking control as he gave as good as Wyatt- accepting the roughness while providing it in kind.

After it broke a laugh bubbled up his throat, it escaped him before he could even think to contain it. What was this overwhelming feeling of elation? He could hardly think to put it into words. Who dared to kiss him so unexpectedly like this? To treat him like an equal without fear? Wyatt, apparently.

Ignacio decided that he liked it. ]

That... I will not be able to forget.

[ He promised as he moved to his feet, suddenly eager to acquire permission from Rafa- but more than that, he desperately needed to consider what had just happened here. ]

I will speak to you at a later time, my friend. Until then...

Edited 2018-06-18 23:10 (UTC)

[ And then Wyatt falls back to enjoy the party, a strange, crooked grin on his face for the rest of the night. That kiss made an impression, and now he's pleased with himself.

He doesn't think it'll be the last he sees of Ignacio. ]

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