Fifth Vlog | Video | Daemon: hunterd

[bratpack]

[ 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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[bratpack]

[ 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. ]

[sadico]

[ 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.

[bratpack]

[ 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. ]

[sadico]

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.

[bratpack]

[ 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.

[sadico]

[ 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...

FTB

[bratpack]

[ 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. ]