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[ The bottle of beer in Wyatt's hand crashes to the floor, sending glass and froth everywhere. ]

Fuck! Fucking vampires.

[ He mutters, bringing his hand up to his head. It's not the first time Ignacio has spoken into his head, but generally he's been around when he's done it. This is totally unexpected. Cursing, Wyatt grabs a dustpan and brushes up the glass. He leaves it on the counter and looks up, raising his voice. ]

Vex, I gotta go out! Wear shoes in the kitchen, I wasted good beer in here.

[ Then he goes, pulling a grey shirt over his shoulders as he leaves. He's otherwise in the same cut off shorts and sneakers he'd been wearing the last time Ignacio saw him. The shirt is supposed to make him look like less of a hick in front of the vampire. One look at Ignacio tells him it was the wrong call, though. Now Ignacio is shirtless, and looking really fucking good for the fact. Wyatt catches himself staring, and feels his lips tug up into a smile. ]

Little warning next time? I almost pissed myself. But, hi.

[ His eyes sneak down to wander over Ignacio's chest again. Wyatt steps closer. His own shirt lies open, the buttons undone. Wyatt licks his lips. ]

You look....I mean, fuck, if this was supposed to put me off, you suck at this. Tell me Rafa said yes.

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[ Ignacio's vivid green eyes to turn and appreciate Wyatt's form in a new light. He was allowing himself the idea that this was a potential mate, a carnal companion you could say, someone he could be intimate with despite the fact that he wasn't kin. This was unheard of, and at first he rejected it thinking it would break his own personal code, but Wyatt was not human. He was not kin, but perhaps one day he could be- he had potential, and Ignacio felt he would be a fool to ignore the way his instincts responded to him. The way his body responded to him.

His smile was crooked, the hint of a fang pressed against his lip which gleamed in the moonlight. After Wyatt spoke, he reached out and grasped him by his open shirt to pull him close to his form. They fit together, chest to chest, his skin cold but hardly lifeless; magic swirled in his veins as did his unholy blood. So close that the tip of his nose brushed against Wyatt's, his voice low but able to be heard over the sound of the water lapping upon the shore. ]

He said yes.

[ And then it was his turn to kiss Wyatt, as suddenly as the wolf had kissed him. ]

[ Wyatt smirks as he's pulled close. He moves in willingly, pleased by the shape and slope of Ignacio's body. Fuck, this guy is hot. Like seriously fucking hot, like how is he even paying attention to Wyatt at all? Ignacio is a million miles out of Wyatt's league, and yet here he is, pulling him close, leaning into him -

Kissing him. Oh god.

Wyatt moans right into his mouth. He leans in, hands moving to slide along Ignacio's bare arms, over his shoulders and around to the back of his neck. There he holds him, and he kisses him back, parting his lips eagerly so that he can taste him. He licks at Ignacio's teeth and tongue, kissing him hungrily but softly, in a way that leaves his lips tingling when they part.

By now his heart is racing and his eyes are bright. He's also semi-erect, that kiss having encouraged what the sheer look of Ignacio had already started.

He has to clear his throat. That was a hell of a kiss. What had they been talking about? ]

He...said yes. [ Fuck, he must mean Rafa. Wyatt's eyes widen. ] You mean to biting? He said you could bite me.

[ His lips spread into a grin. ]

Okay. Cool. So, now?

[ The power dynamic between them was stark, he knew it. Ignacio was ancient, experienced, a creature of great power. There was no reason for him to give Wyatt a second glance, let alone hold him in his arms. The kiss tasted forbidden, as if he was giving in to something base and beneath his station, but his instincts told him that this was what he wanted.

And what Ignacio wanted he would have.

Wyatt wasn't the only one with a growing cock, his own pressed beneath the dark material of his shorts. This was not a simple feed, one where he granted his 'victim' pleasure and left them. No. This would be more akin to the intimacy he reserved only for vampires, and he had accepted that fact the moment he called out to the wolf with his mind. There was no turning back now. ]

Now...

[ He whispered, his mouth wet as if the boy had conjured a powerful thirst within him. His tingling lips mouthed down Wyatt's jaw, then halted at his neck where he could inhale his scent deeply. His dark lashes fluttered, tickling his skin, and his possessive growl was beneath his ear. ]

You become mine.

[ His hold on him tightened, their chests so close together that it seemed as though Wyatt's pounding heart had brought Ignacio's to life, the beat of which echoed through him. His lips parted as the needle-sharp press of his fangs threatened one of Wyatt's thick veins before he spoke once more. ]

Give yourself to me.

[ And then, they slowly began to sink in. ]

[ Just because Wyatt's never done this before doesn't mean that he doesn't know what to do. He tilts his head to stretch his neck out as much as he can. He can feel his pulse thundering within it. The sound is impossible to ignore in his own ears. He's holding Ignacio as if he'll help to keep him balanced, despite the fact that he's the one causing this feeling in the first place.

God, and what feeling. The moment those fangs pierce his neck, he knows he's gone. His inhale is sharp, as though he's startled even though he's not. There's a brief moment of pain, and then another feeling washes through him. It starts in his neck, spreads through his chest and goes out through his limbs, warming them. Wyatt has been a casual drug user for long enough to recognise that feeling. It feels so, so fucking good.

Whatever drug is in Ignacio's bite, Wyatt is living for it. He moans, his eyelids flickering shut. He presses all the more against the vampire. His cock is harder, painfully hard now, and pulsing as though it's being stimulated. It's not, unless the brief friction against Ignacio's body counts. It shouldn't, though, not for this kind of feeling. No, this is the work of the drug. Wyatt licks his lips, letting himself sink into it. His hands travel up Ignacio's back, stroking it, his nails briefly biting into the skin.

Fuck. Wyatt has never taken heroin, but he thinks it would be like this. Warming, like an embrace, full of pleasure, but with a draining that comes with it. He can feel that, too, the pressure on his heart as Ignacio draws from him, along with the lethargy that mixes with pleasure and turns into languid enjoyment. He could sleep like this. He could die like this. God, so many fucking people have died like this, he thinks. It's so addictive. He's had one hit of it, and already he knows it won't be his last. ]

Please. [ He murmurs, through dry lips. His hands scrabble for purchase on the vampire's back. ] You can have it, all of it. I want…fuck, I want more.

[ Ignacio's dark magic spread easily through Wyatt's willing body, his mind and soul open to the intrusion of the ancient creature's power. He was experienced with this, and knew where to keep Wyatt on the threshold of becoming a thrall to his whims versus how he is now, how Ignacio likes him, a free-spirited and bold boy. No, he did not favor thralls, he favored confidence and honesty, both qualities which Wyatt had in spades.

That honesty was expressing itself now, and Ignacio's smile curled against his neck while the pup pleaded for him. Secure in his arms, he exhaled a groan of pleasure from both the taste of his virile blood spilling over his tongue as well as the feeling of those nails against his back. The request was simple enough, but he decided to prolong Wyatt's pleasure and not overwhelm him with a burst of orgasmic power with the implication that he wanted this to be over with. No. He wanted this to last.

As such, the power came in fluttering waves, like feathers falling against flesh. Faint, arousing pulses which threatened to become more powerful but held out for now, the focus of which was centered on Wyatt's stiff cock and the tight asshole between his cheeks. Ignacio set both of his hands on them, those cheeks that is, his massage slow as he encouraged the boy to grind himself against his muscled thigh which nudged between his legs.

Through it all he drank slowly, savoring every drop as if it were fine wine. ]

[ This was an experience unlike anything Wyatt could have known. His fingers and toes both curl, his hands dragging sharp nails through Ignacio's skin with unnatural strength. He can feel his wolf so close to the surface, enough that his eyes are glowing blue with the effort it takes to hold it back. He gasps.

The strength is adrenaline. It doesn't last. So soon after that burst, his limbs begin to feel leaden, and he becomes prone in Ignacio's arms. He could be lifted, moved, adjusted, anything the vampire wanted. And still he leans into it, still his body begs for more. He grinds against Ignacio's thigh, his erection painfully hard. The drug rolls pleasure through his veins, but it's always just short of climax, and it drives him crazy. It's teasing him.

He clings to the vampire. A soft whine leaves him, and his body tries to both rub against Ignacio's leg and push back into his hands. At length, he feels himself climax, a powerful orgasm that leaks through his jeans. It doesn't occur to him then that the blood loss had made it harder, but the effect of the sudden rush to his groin combined with the amount Ignacio has taken from him makes him see sudden stars. His vision explodes with them, making him gasp, and slowly, the edges start to darken.

He can't speak anymore. The moan that leaves him is soft and pleading, desperate. His heart has started to slow, and still he wants more. He doesn't want Ignacio to stop. ]

[ Ignacio felt it, he could taste it, the rush of endorphins as Wyatt came and the suddenly damp feeling on his thigh. While he was a very controlled individual, he gave into his instincts of that moment and chuckled. As his fangs withdrew that chuckle became a throaty laugh, both surprised and pleased with the results of his first snack. ]

So eager! [ He praised, his smile wide and tainted with the residue of Wyatt's blood. ] Do I enamor you so that you cannot contain your climax, even when I only tease you? You make an ancient one feel very grand. [ He was certain a human would fawn over him like this, but a were? They had incredible stamina- no, it was clear that he did something for Wyatt in every way, and that compliment was something Ignacio wasn't going to take for granted.

Still smiling, he lowered himself to the sand and brought Wyatt along with him. He positioned the wolf so that he would straddle his lap, one of Ignacio's arms securely around him while other hand raised to touch his face. His forehead, the lids of his eyes, his nose and lips- Ignacio wanted to know everything about him in sight, smell, taste and feel. ]

Take deep breaths. I can see that you crave more, but I do not want to rush this with you. Do you know what is it like to be intimate with so few? Every taste is an oasis in a vast desert, I both want to drown and savor you. Talk to me, Wyatt, tell me how you feel. I want to hear of everything you are thinking of.

[ Is he kidding? If that was teasing, what would it be like when he's not? Wyatt swallows hard, his eyes a little wide as he looks at the vampire. That was fucking intense.

And then beside that, right alongside that, he's so sweet and kind and open. His touch is gentle. He draws Wyatt down, and Wyatt obeys without even thinking about it. He settles in his lap, hands on his shoulders, and then he moves them all the way around. He nudges his nose, and has to clear his throat to make his voice work properly. ]

I can't...think about anything but you. [ It's just the truth. His mind had been a haze of pleasure while Ignacio was drinking from him. He has no idea how to put that into words.

Maybe he doesn't have to. He bites his own lip, plucking at it with his teeth, and then he touches Ignacio's cheek, and his hair, and his neck. ]

I want to do something. Will you let me? Because I can't...bite, obviously. [ He grins, because in reality he could. It just wouldn't be sensuous like what Ignacio had just done. He does, however, have another option. ] I think I can show you how I feel, and then...you can tell me how easy it is to think after.

[ He lifts his eyebrows, giving Ignacio a little push to imply he should lie back. ]

It makes me happy to hear you say that. In this moment I want be the only one in your thoughts. [ He wasn't a jealous man, he wouldn't mind if Wyatt had others- but right now, when they were so intimately learning about each other, he was so glad to know he was the center of Wyatt's focus. His lashes briefly fluttered as Wyatt touched him, his green eyes dark with arousal. ]

Yes, I will let you. Please, show me everything. [ He put his trust in the wolf because that was what this time together was all about. They were forming a bond, and it was one that Ignacio didn't take lightly. As dominant as he was, he laid back as Wyatt instructed him to do, the cool sand against his bare muscled back. ]

Show me... [ His repeated words were a whisper, soft over the sound of the gentle waves lapping upon the shore. ]

[ Wyatt's smile is a little wide, his body brimming with eagerness. His head still feels light, yet his limbs feel loose and free. Already he wants to feel Iggy's teeth again, but he holds off, and contents himself with leaning in to kiss his neck. Then he moves down, slowly exploring the length of the vampire's body. His lips graze over his chest, spending a moment in worship of each nipple, and then they go down, over his stomach and lower, pausing over his navel and nuzzling into the thickening hair there. ]

Okay. Just…just relax.

[ He's careful about opening Iggy's pants. The first moment of drawing him out of them makes Wyatt's heart beat wildly, and his mouth waters. He bends his head down, letting his breath run hot across the tip of Iggy's length. Then his hand wraps around its girth, and he flashes his tongue out to tease across the slit. He shudders, moaning with pleasure at that taste. He focuses only on that tip at first, pushing his tongue against the slit before wrapping his lips around the head. He starts to suck on it, gently, letting his tongue play over it while his hand starts to stroke ever so slightly along his length. ]

[ How could he possibly relax?

There Wyatt was, kissing him, exploring him, working his nipples up to stiff points. His cock practically sprung from the confines of his shorts, pulsing in the young wolf's palm and weeping precum in an obscene display.

Ignacio let out an audible gasp when that hot tongue teased him. So hot in comparison to the coolness of both the air and his skin. It was as though Wyatt was dripping hot wax on him, but the burn he left was an emotional one- a burn Ignacio had no intention of soothing. ]

I've never--

[ He attempted, but lost his voice as Wyatt began to suck on him. His eyes rolled back and his head fell against the sand, his groan almost helpless while his legs tensed and parted further, quickly halted by the waistband of his shorts. ]

Wyatt...

[ Wyatt doesn't stop. He does lift his head, though, and watches Ignacio's reaction. God, that reaction. It's like he's never had someone do this for him before. Maybe he hasn't, who even knows. ]

I got you.

[ Carefully, he eases his shorts over his erection, drawing them all the way off. He has to take a second to look at the vampire laid out beneath him; that long, lithe body, defined muscles, swollen dick. It's already leaking for him. The little whimper he lets out is definitely embarrassing. But he leans back down, licking it clean, and then he takes Iggy fully into his mouth. He takes him deep, pushing his cock into his throat, and he hums around it. His tongue slides over swollen veins, massaging them, working heat into cold skin.

His hands slide along Iggy's thighs, fingers pushing in and putting gentle pressure on him. He's working to hold him still, though he suspects Iggy could easily overturn him if he really wanted to. Still, he holds him and works his tongue up and down his shaft, letting his tip graze the back of his throat. ]

[ That was... so affectionate. Ignacio wasn't used to such sweet words and he imagined that if he had a living heart it would have sped up after hearing that. Did Wyatt truly have him?

He didn't allow his mind to wander too deeply. Instead, he focused on the physical sensations. The feeling of fabric sliding down his legs, the sound of the wolf's whimper, the touch of his tongue against his sensitive tip, the heat of his mouth as it surrounded him. Now it was his turn to whimper, a noise that escaped his throat before he could contain it. ]

That is... I couldn't even imagine...

[ His thoughts came out in sentences that weren't complete, soft and filled with wonder. His cock hurt, but he found that he enjoyed it. He wanted more, and Wyatt obliged by taking him deeply without a prompt. His legs spread further, his fingers trembling as he gripped him by his hair. ]

Fuck...!

[ He grunted, his voice strained. ]

You... you will be the death of me.

[ Wyatt looks up, bright blue eyes somehow warm. He'd smile if his lips weren't otherwise occupied. If he weren't busy he'd crack some stupid joke, like too late for that, might as well make a show of it. That would mean lifting off Iggy, though, and he's absolutely not going to do that.

Instead, he moans as he takes him deeper. He relaxes his throat around his cock and swallows it, letting it bulge into his throat. A loud moan hums around it, and Wyatt's own cock twitches and leaks pre into the sand beneath him. God, that tastes good. His mouth waters even while he's using it, making a wet mess over Iggy's shaft as he moves back up. Up and down and up again, and he pops off briefly to gasp cool air into his lungs. His lips are glistening, his cheeks are flushed, and he looks down with a hunger that indicates he's not close to done.

His tongue sweeps along Iggy's shaft, then swirls around his tip. His lips wrap back around him, and now his hand comes to rub and pump the base of his shaft. As Wyatt moves back down, the hand shifts lower to stroke and grope at his balls. Finally, his eyes close, unable to focus on anything but how good Iggy tastes. He sucks in his cheeks and works his mouth on that cock, saliva dripping from his lips to the sand. ]

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