The Awoken: Freedom (Draft)

Chapter 5: Deceit

NOTE: Grammar will be reviewed later! (This one starts to amp up the abuse, so Trigger Warning!)

Lucius slipped his boots off, placing them over the shoe rack where his other well-kempt leather boots were stored. He drew aside the balcony curtains to gaze outside, allowing the soft light of the half-moon tainted the room in a blue hue. "A mere fortnight before the full moon Nevien," Lucius mumbled, leaning over the glass as he fixated over the half orb up in the skies. "How have you been feeling?" 

"Unchanged," Nevien answered shortly, working on the buttons over his chest. 

"Are you lying to me again, Nevien?" 

"No." The elf almost whispered, giving up on untying his buttons at the accusation, "I told you, I feel the same." 

Lucius sighed, hand digging into his pocket, still infatuated over the night skies. "That last doctor was a fucking quack." He pushed off the window to face his younger partner. In one clean movement, he swiped off his shirt. His chest was solid muscle, down to his thick abs, and curved arms. Not only did the dragon have height, but he was thick-boned, proportioned like a giant. "I don't think a measly human fertility tonic will help you at all." The dragon gently stroked a single thick digit over the young elf's face, "You look tired." 

"I am," Nevien mumbled, his gaze dropping to the floor when Lucius forced his chin up. A soft gasp left his lips when the dragon pulled him close with a firm grip over his sunken cheeks. "Lucius... please. I'd like to sleep." he quietly begged. "I've done nothing wrong!" 

A long tongue licked over plump lips as those yellow eyes stared daggers into the elf's eyes. "I think you're lying to me." Lucius whispered, drawing nearer to Nevien's pallid face, "I can smell the fear in your blood... I can feel the lies, heart pumping, blood rushing, you're an easy read behind your stoic face, my little Nevien."

The grip over the elf's cheeks softened before the dragon unhooked his hand from his narrow face. When he caught the wave of relief in Nevien's eyes, he smirked. Striking like a cobra, his hand latched right over the albino's neck, and reeled him in once more, nearly lifting his dear partner off the floor. "Tell me, Nevien." Lucius growled, pupils mere slits, "How have you been feeling?" He asked with a soft growl, yet eyes twinkling with entertainment. 

The shorter one forced himself to remain calm, no stranger to being choked by the dragon. Nevien kept his gaze up at his master, toes barely touching the floor, both his hands instinctually grasping the trunk of an arm for release. He gritted his teeth as he contemplated what he should say. Inevitably, he just mumbled, "I'm just tired. If you don't believe me, take a bite if you want to check for yourself." One pale hand detached, offering it for inspection.

As suggested, Lucius yanked a brittle hand to his mouth, taking in a deep bite. Nevien's hand spasmed, his teeth pressing over sensitive nerves and piercing a vein during his drink. Deep, red cold blood gushed over his tongue, much more bittersweet in taste than the living. The clawed hand wrapped around the small throat dropped, sucking a few more hungry gulps down, and released his wounded prey.

Nevien clenching his hand over his throat, swallowing hard as he stared into his bitten palm. As anger surged through him, he recollected himself. "Read anything?" He asked quietly, unable to keep his hand from shaking. Blood pooled within his palm, the usual black swirled within the thick fluid, hand rapidly losing any remaining color.

"No. Too early to tell."

Under his breath, he muttered, "I figured." He could feel Lucius's glare over him, a warm hand caressing his quivering one. Gently, the dragon used his thumb to smear the blood over the palm as if it were a blank canvas.