Game On

Chapter Thirty-Three: A Hungry Kiss

Sean pressed himself as close to Mark as he could get. It made him smile into their kiss when he had to rise onto his toes to rest his arms over Mark's shoulders more comfortably. It was weird being smaller than Mark, but in a way, he liked it. Mark's lips brushed over Sean's bare shoulder, before kissing a spot and whispering to him. "You feel so fragile in this avatar... I'm trying not to hurt you." Scoffing against his neck, Sean mumbled out dryly. "I just killed a vampire. I'm not that fragile." Sean then blushed as Mark's teeth lightly pressed against his throat with a sudden playfulness. After which, Mark purred up to his ear. "I know you're not... but my avatar... feels differently." Easing back a bit, Sean nervously told Mark. "I wanted to tell something... When I was talking to-" Mark pressed a finger to his lips to stop him, whispering hopefully. "Can it wait?" Sean shrugged with uncertainty, until Mark's hands moved to his slender hips and kneaded at his clothes gently.

Grabbing Mark's wrists, Sean glanced around the room as he mumbled out. "Now? Here?" Mark's lips tenderly moved over his ear to nibble on the point where he told him hopefully. "I just had my blood drained. I'd like to get it rushing again." Rolling his eyes, Sean grumbled out. "That's not how you should deal with blood loss, Mark." Chuckling, Mark resisted Sean's attempts to push his hands away. Moving Sean slowly to back him up to the bed. Sean glanced at the bed, then looked up at Mark with a slight smirk that faded a little. Why did Mark's dark eyes look a little red? Was it the lighting? Mark's hand moved down the sides of Sean's thighs, asking him breathlessly. "Unequip your gear." Reaching up to cup Mark's cheek, he tilted his head a little and asked him softly. "Mark? Do you feel ok?" Mark blinked, chuckling out. "I'm fine. Are you ok? Do you want me to stop?" Feeling silly as he saw only Mark's soft brown eyes, he shrugged out. "I think I'm just a little jumpy after the fight."

Mark lifted his hands to brush the back of his fingers along Sean's cheeks as he purred out. "Sounds like you need to relax. And I can help with that..." Rolling his eyes, Sean bit his lip when he mumbled out. "Ya, I'm sure you can." Sean inhaled sharply as Mark lunged for his throat, kissing along his neck affectionately. Forcing himself to hug Mark, he tried to relax and enjoy it, but he was suddenly so nervous and on edge. Easing back, Mark asked him with a deep concern now. "Jack...? You're shaking. What's wrong?" Quickly unequipping his gear, Sean dropped back against the bed and shrugged out. "Nothing. See? Let's do this." Leaning down, Mark braced in hands on either side of Sean's thighs, asking seriously. "Jack. What's wrong? You haven't been this shook up since our first time together." Sean reached out to grab the collar of Mark's tunic, pulling him closer as he whispered to him. "Honestly... I have no idea. I feel... scared. Nervous. Or... my avatar does... I can't explain it." Averting his eyes, Sean added grimly. "My avatar has been acting weird lately... Ever since I got this... new ability."

Smirking, Mark slowly crawled onto the bed, forcing Sean to scoot back to let him on. Bracing over Sean on all fours, Mark sweetly asked. "You got a new ability? What is it?" Licking his lips shyly, Sean answered warmly. "The Light of Alfheim. It's what makes me a light elf. But... it was weird how I learned it..." Mark smiled, leaning in to kiss him. For a moment, Sean let himself fall into the emotions of the kiss. Wanting to forget fear and concerns. Laying down on him, Mark's hands moved up Sean's arms to move them over his head where he pinned them to the mattress. Sean intertwined his fingers with Mark's, breathing steadily. When Mark broke the kiss, he teased out to him. "Everything about this game is weird." Sean chuckled, exposing his neck for Mark despite his gut telling him not to do it. Closing his eyes, Sean arched his back when Mark licked his neck teasingly. Upon opening his eyes though, Sean's breath caught in his throat.

Mark's health bar hadn't recovered at all. All his other bars were full. He should have steadily been regaining health... but he wasn't. The bar sat exactly where his transfer of health had put him. Only... there was a new symbol beside his health bar now. A tiny black bat. Jerking under Mark, Sean blurted out a bit frightened. "Mark? Look at your health bar!" Jerking his head up, Mark looked it over a moment. Panting, Sean asked him. "Mark? Do you see it? The symbol?" Sitting back, Mark furrowed his eyebrows, answering softly. "Ya... Does that mean what I think it does?" Sitting up, Sean cupped Mark's face and told him shakily. "Mark, open your mouth." Mark didn't fight him. He opened his mouth and Sean pushed his lip up higher to look at his teeth. The second he saw the small sharp fangs; Sean pulled his hands back. He didn't have to tell Mark; his answer had been enough. Easing off the bed, Mark sighed out heavily. "He turned me... Son of a bitch. I don't even remember how he did it..."