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A vicious nature, a hunger for life, with the taste for adventure.
Two species, from two worlds, shall collide.
Hunter, meet your...
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"Finally," Vidaldus said as he entered his bedroom, loosening his collar and the bun in his hair, letting his dark strands cascade down his shoulders.
"Yeah!' Kalson said, on a loud yawn.
Vida turned back towards him. "You're tired," sadness crowded his eyes, "I thought we were going to have sex again..."
"Oh, you wanted tah get fucked that bad, eh?" He asked with a snicker.
Vidaldus shrugged. "Well, we were interrupted right as it got interesting, so naturally, yes."
Kalson advanced towards where he had leaned against the vanity and cupped his cheeks, bringing him down to kiss him. "I can muster up some energy for ya, luv'."
Vidaldus pouted, "don't push yourself for my sake, darling." He touched the back of Kalson's hands and sighed. "I can wait. You're still probably weak from my earlier fuck up." He said.
"Don't! I won't have you blame yourself for that. We were both equally wrong—"
"But I should have stopped!" He snapped, shoving his lover away as his eyes darkened.
"And you did!" Kalson snapped back.
Vidaldus frown. "But—"
"I'M ALIVE, AREN'T I!"
Vidaldus' heart clenched, tears welling in his eyes at the memory of Kalson limp in his arms. "I... I almost killed you, Kal..." he sobbed.
"But you didn't." He caught his hands and put them on his face. "See, I'm here, I'm still here... I'll always be here." He whispered.
Vidaldus sniffled, caressing his lover's cheeks and bushy beard, thinking of how warm he felt and how beautiful he was. He had nearly taken that life away, but now, he was, he was still alive. He was still here. Not dead... not by his hands. He swallowed hard, trying to dispel the memories from earlier from his mind.
"Don't think so hard, Luv," he said, eyes closed. I'm alive because you were there to help me."
He sighed. "I was the cause." The younger man shrugged.
"And what? You wanna feel guilty over a mistake? If so, then go right ahead! But I'm not dealing with you guilting yourself! I'm going to bed." He let Vidaldus' hands drop back to his sides and walked away.
A pang of pain shot through the Vampire as he replayed Kalson's words in his head. He was right, but... he was to blame nonetheless. Maybe he should drop the topic.
Kalson stripped off his blouse, tired after the long and fucking exhaustive day. "I'm not staying up to argue over this issue." He stated. He had been through too much in the last twenty-four hours for him to even give a fuck about anything more than resting until his body didn't ache anymore. If Vidaldus wanted to guilt himself over something that was already taken care of then, he was free to do just that. He would not entertain any of it at all. He groaned, rolling his shoulders. Fuck, his body was sore. Had he really been through so much in such a seemingly short period? He sighed and rubbed his neck after letting his shirt fall to the end of the bed.
