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  1. Love Bite

    I'd rather be living back at home than suffering this shit for money. It seemed like Silas always heard people say everything went blank when they were on stage. They went into some zen zone in their head where there was no audience, not even any bandmates - just them. Just the void and living sound. It never felt that way to him. Maybe because his band sucked. He really hated to admit it to himself - he loved his bandmates, or most of them - but they were wannabes, and he knew it. He had faith in his own skills, obviously; he'd been playing since he was eight, when his mom saved up for a month or more to get him his first guitar. Nearly every day since then he'd practiced. But fucking Leah got her drums three months ago. Date Ethan for a few months and apparently he'll just let you join his band. Ugh. Despite what everyone else said, Silas didn't give a sloppy fuck about her being a girl. What was in someone's pants didn't have shit to do with their skill as a musician. It was just that she didn't have any skill to speak of. At least there was Jacob: his roommate, and best friend. With the two of them on guitar, they could make any band a little less terrible. So that was what they strove to do: to make it just a little less awful. The two of them shared looks when their last song was over. There were a few stray claps around the bar, but mostly the din faded into the heavy, depressing quiet of the drunk and lonely. At this point, Silas had a mind to become one of them himself. Jacob approached him after they packed everything into the van. "Ready to go?" he asked. Silas shrugged him off. "I think I'm gonna stay and have a few. You go on, I'll stay with Wes or something." Wes was a fuck-buddy who lived nearby. Sorta nearby, anyway. He didn't care right now. He just wanted to sit and drink a beer and be alone. Jacob must have seen it on his face, because he backed off quickly. "Yeah, okay. Give me a call if you need a ride. Later, man." With that, the defeated young man slipped into a bar stool and ordered a damn drink. Thankfully the bartender was merciful enough not to card him, the way he looked. He didn't even care how out-of-place this rundown place made him look in his tight jeans and ripped up black tank-top and chic jewelry. He just wanted to forget the past three hours thoroughly.
  2. Love Bite

    Luca gave Silas exactly what he wanted, just the way only he could do, at times. Maybe it had something to do with Luca's significant amount of experience; still, it amazed him how well he could read Silas's body. He slipped into that kiss in exact synchrony, instinctively knowing what Silas wanted from it: that slow, burning pressure that grew gracefully more intense until it burst into something profoundly erotic. Of course, Luca had never had problems with that last part, damn him. That was only further proven by the sneaky, effortless way he made Silas open his mouth so he could invade it with his tongue, pushing right in to slide insistently against his own, all while spreading his legs presumptuously so he was straddling Luca up close. Silas's hips perked back automatically into that firm hand at the hungry grope over his rear. No matter what Luca did to him, it always seemed to get his blood moving in seconds. Sometimes it was almost as frustrating as it was unspeakably enjoyable. The way those sharp eyes roamed down over Silas's exposed body when he pulled away was enough to send a fresh shiver of excitement through him. He savored the soft feel of Luca's mouth moving down his neck as his greedy hands wandered over Silas's skin. "Can't help it," he purred in response to Luca's playful remark. It was true, really. Though Silas suspected he would be acting similarly in this situation if he were stone-cold sober, he was still feeling the effects of Luca's blood making him restless and... eager, though perhaps not as intensely as at the office. At this point, it all felt so distractingly pleasant that he couldn't tell anymore if it was abnormal. But he didn't have time to ponder it for long. Silas tensed as those deft fingers slipped, sudden and uninvited, between his ass cheeks, his mouth falling open in mute surprise at the soft rubbing and nudging against the sensitive area. This was the second time today Luca had touched him in a way he never had before. Even with how off-guard it took him, he couldn't help but slowly loosen up to those enticing touches. He was already watching Luca's face when he turned those curious eyes upward, connecting their gazes at the sudden and pleasurable moment when that long finger slipped inside him. Silas's breaths picked up visibly. "Tell me where you want me to touch you." Luca would easily see the heat that sparked immediately in Silas's eyes at that smooth command. They widened just subtly before those heavy lids fell with an even hotter focus on him, so obviously turned on that he might have even been a little embarrassed for himself if he could see his own face. A clearer hint was probably the way his body shuddered, very much unable to help the unconscious little clench that trembled around Luca's finger. "Right there," Silas breathed. His hips writhed in subtle provocation, though, really, everything about him at that moment seemed provocative: like the way his mouth hung open invitingly on his flushed face, warmed by the steaming bath water and, now, clear arousal. Still more forward was the way he took Luca's other hand to place it where he pleased, which currently seemed to be Silas's chest. He pressed it against himself, sliding it down manually until Luca's fingertips brushed over his nipple. "Everywhere," he amended softly, his voice sweet in its earnest appeal even at such a low volume. He was quickly growing hard, but it was his own hand that inched down to brush against himself. He didn't focus on that for long, though, much too distracted by the small but very present reminder inside of him that something even more exciting could be going on down there. The rocking of his hips became less subtle, putting some pressure against Luca's cock in a clear hint. "Or just fuck me," he suggested in a falsely light tone, halfway playful, but with no hint of a real smile in his voice anymore. That was what he wanted – he had never really been afraid to say so. Silas paused for a moment before brushing his lips over Luca's with a taunting lack of pressure, just barely enough to be considered a kiss. "Unless you wanna... just sit and touch each other all day." Another of those annoyingly soft kisses, not even pressing his whole mouth into it. "Or snuggle... We can do that." Even now, his quips lacked a wholly smiling tone, clearly just trying to goad Luca into action. This time the brush of his mouth was barely even a kiss: just a touch.
  3. Love Bite

    Belatedly, Silas seemed to realize he hadn't given Luca quite enough credit. The indulgent way he touched Silas's cheek and agreed to his abrupt request put him immediately at ease; all he could do was quietly admire that lopsided smile and try not to openly sigh with relief. It seemed Luca wasn't quite so spooked after all. Maybe Silas had let his doubts run away with him, but he supposed it wasn't too surprising, with the... ugliness they'd shown each other in the past. But, if he was honest, the dynamic between them had been subtly shifting for days – maybe even longer. Just under the surface. It still came as a shock to be treated with such pure sweetness by someone he knew to be extremely... fierce in other situations, despite the soft, intimate way they'd just kissed downstairs. Silas was still thinking about the tender touch to his cheek and that unusual kiss to his hand as he stood letting Luca undress him. He lifted his arms automatically when necessary and let himself be stripped in an almost laughably childlike obedience, distracted in the midst of his own thoughts. His eyes drew up when Luca started to take off his own clothes, though – looked like he was going to join him, after all. Silas gave him a subtle, wordless smile, just the barest pleased curve of his mouth, before turning his back to run the water. His eyes lingered on the candles on the side of the tub, wondering in the sudden dimness if he wanted to light them. It seemed a little overly romantic, to take a candlelit bath in the middle of the day. There was enough soft light coming in through Luca's bedroom for him to comfortably see, anyway, even if the covers over the bathroom window made it almost dim enough to nod off in. When Luca pressed in behind him, though, Silas had the keen sense that he wouldn't be nodding off anytime soon. He wanted to be present to soak up and observe this novel change in Luca, to come to understand the things that were shifting between them – even if all of it was wordless. Because he seemed to be just as content with that silence as Luca was. Even when they had slipped into the water and Luca gave a simple murmur, Silas only hummed vaguely in response. The water was nearly uncomfortably warm – just the way he liked it – and it wrapped him in an enveloping embrace similar to Luca's behind him, quieting his mind in seconds. That small hum in his throat drew out into a more sincere noise, however, as Luca rubbed at his scalp, slowing his thoughts even more in relaxation as he let his head fall back into Luca's hands. “Mmmm. That feels great...†he murmured sincerely. A bath hadn't been such a bad idea at all. Silas wasn't even sure what had prompted him to suggest it – not once had he ever simply bathed with someone like this. A few racy showers, maybe – but those had just been rather shameless excuses to get sexual. This was actually... calming. Luca's solid presence behind him and those deft fingers on his scalp erased every unpleasant thought in Silas's head, leaving him blissfully relaxed and smiling absently. Even so, just as he'd suspected, none of it made him drowsy. It didn't even keep him still, not for long; once Luca's little massage had done as much as it could, Silas couldn't help slipping around a bit and turning so he could hook an arm underwater around Luca's back. His smooth-shaven legs tangled with Luca's as he lay against his torso, nuzzling his face against that tanned chest without much thought, suddenly unable to help giving the smooth skin there a light kiss. It was right in front of his face, after all... He rested his head there afterward and stayed like that for several moments, seeming like he might be content with the new, cuddly position, but soon he was right back to his restless sliding around, seemingly unable to find a satisfactory way to lie. None of it felt quite close enough – or maybe the feeling of slipping against him in the water was just a little too pleasant. Silas pulled himself up, Luca's shoulder as sturdy a ledge as any, tucking his face instead into his neck as his arms hugged loosely around behind it, taking a quiet moment to inhale the warm smell of him. There was no shyness in the cutesy way Silas hugged onto him; they seemed to have quietly moved past that by now. He lingered there comfortably. Only he found himself continuing to press little kisses against Luca's neck, his lips moving slowly as if admiring the feel of his skin. He seemed to have forgotten he'd just decided he didn't want to fuck – because there really was no mistaking the way he gently began to suck at Luca's skin as he worked his lips up toward his jaw. There still seemed to be no reason to say a word, not for Silas. He simply pressed his mouth over Luca's when he reached it, his body sliding in a quietly suggestive manner against him, his kiss slow and coaxing. What he wanted was obvious by now, but they had never taken this sort of slow, intimate approach. Even for its softness, it excited him. It wasn't exactly that he'd forgotten the way he'd just been feeling: only, now that he knew, or sensed, that Luca was more open to him than Silas had imagined, it felt... different.
  4. Love Bite

    There wasn't an easy way to describe how Luca looked at him when he said that: 'they'll deal without me.' Like it hardly even mattered compared to making sure Silas was all right. He felt all right, especially in the focus of that unusually sweet look, but after a moment Luca seemed to notice the sway still in his stance. His hands rested automatically, almost girlishly, on Luca's chest as he slipped steadying arms around Silas's waist, another sickeningly cute pose that, in his current state, made Silas just want to laugh with delight. He didn't know exactly when it had become okay for them to be so sweet with each other, but like hell he was going to complain. Getting this sort of affection from Luca felt like lounging in the only blessed spot of sunlight for miles. His skin tickled pleasantly where Luca's lips brushed over it, drawing a rather cute smile out of him with a happy breath of a chuckle. Silas was still smiling when he tipped his head back, his eyes flicking up to meet Luca's lightheartedly. He expected a kiss, this time, but somehow... not the one he got. It wiped the smile right off his cheeks, the way Luca kissed him with slow warmth, thorough and... personal. Silas felt like he was saying something, but he struggled to understand it, even as obvious as it was by then. But no matter how confused it made him, Silas couldn't pretend it wasn't everything he wanted from Luca right then. His hand slipped up thoughtlessly to the back of his neck, easily swept up in that honest, affectionate sentiment shared silently between them, kissing him back in a way that seemed more hungry than it began; though, for once, the hunger had nothing to do with getting their clothes off. Just... Luca. His mind was stunned into a sort of silence as they finally pulled away, breaths mingling softly as they stood with their foreheads pressed together. Luca spoke before he could even try to address what that had been. "I don't know how you do this to me." Silas actually worried when Luca pulled back suddenly, yanking those attractive glasses off of his face to rub at the side of his head as if it ached. All at once, the situation felt unsettling and confusing again. What was this turning into? What did Luca mean? Was it not okay? Was he going to run from this and go back to being his usual self now, back to their usual boundaries? Silas didn't know if he was okay with that. That worried him more. That seemed like a dangerous thing to feel for someone like Luca. "Luca?" Silas prompted uncertainly. He didn't answer for several long moments, standing there with his eyes shut and his eyebrows drawn together. The silence frayed at his nerves, but even worse was the way he responded so vaguely when he finally did, even though the warmth of his hand around Silas's should have been reassuring. "Come upstairs with me." He did, but even with that hand still closed around his, every step made Silas more anxious. Were they just going to fuck it all away now? Silas didn't want that. It was probably the first time he'd ever had that thought. Sex wasn't what he wanted right then, even with Luca, even with how unjustly sexy he looked today - not even the borderline aphrodisiac in his system could make him believe that was what he wanted. They had just brushed against something highly alarming to Silas and he was in no way done processing it. He didn't want to shove it all back down and mute it with sex. With every step they climbed Silas felt like he was inching up to the top of a rollercoaster, or approaching the edge of a cliff he was meant to walk off, into unknowable, empty air. Still, he came along without resistance. It wasn't until Luca sat him on the bed that Silas's anxiety finally found its voice, his hands coming up tentatively to Luca's shoulders, not quite pushing him away but pausing him effectively. He pulled his lips away from Luca's and stammered a bit, still not even sure what he intended to say. "L- Luca... wait." His brows pulled together, round eyes flashing up to Luca's with clear uncertainty. Silas had never turned him down before, and certainly never for reasons like this. He tried to find something reasonable to say and opened his mouth to say it... but nothing surfaced. God forbid he was honest or tried to talk it out. Instead, after a few tense moments, he switched tracks altogether. "Can we take a bath?" he asked quietly. Silas didn't seem to realize how bizarre that would sound until it had already left his mouth. He backpedaled, once again showing more self-doubt in a single day than he had probably shown in all the time Luca had known him. He wanted to blame the stupid blood, but he knew it was Luca making him question himself so easily. It had been like that from the beginning, even if he never showed it quite like this. It was almost enough to frustrate him back into his usual self. "I mean, you don't - have to, you never seem like you need one, but..." He sounded like an idiot. Silas took a small breath to calm his nerves. "....I wouldn't mind one," he finished at last. Well, that had sounded stupid as hell. Silas could feel the embarrassment coloring his cheeks warmly, much to his disappointment. His hands remained on Luca's shoulders, sitting there awkwardly while he waited for Luca to give him some kind of look and wondering where he'd misplaced his balls. He never acted like this.
  5. ...and it made me frown

    I can't seem to sleep at night. It's starting to get really inconvenient. I wake up in the afternoon feeling like shit about myself because, well, it's the afternoon, then it basically takes the rest of the day for me to even wake up fully, and by nightfall it's like I'm ready to actually start my day. Such bull. S: It's been going on for so long now that it's ridiculously difficult to change my schedule. Even if I get next to no sleep and stay up all day, I somehow get a second wind and manage to stay up to the wee hours of the morning again. In the same breath, though, I'm pretty sure it's because I don't have enough going on in my days. Times like these make me miss being in school. I need a schedule. Or... a life. Hahaha. OTL
  6. Celebration Thread

    This is my 300th post! Feel like I should have more, though... I am also celebrating how incredibly gay the RP with that loser right there ^ has gotten. I mean... wow. Even I didn't think it'd get this gay. Damn. Some other, RP-unrelated things are getting pretty gay, too. Also in a good way. I'm into it.
  7. Love Bite

    Silas's eyebrows drew down at the unusual snort Luca made, pausing in his scarf-tying efforts to look up at him strangely. Was he doing that badly? He squinted a little as Luca suddenly laughed outright, not at all sure what the hell was so funny but unable to help a reflexive twitch of a smile in response, a little dazzled by that attractive, genuine laugh. Silas didn't think he'd ever heard him laugh like that. He liked it. "...You've got blood on your face," he explained at last. "You stupid ass." "What?" When had that happened? Luca easily predicted what he was about to do, catching Silas's hands just as he was reaching up to feel his face for confirmation. There was an odd sensation as he stood and stepped close to Silas, still holding his wrists and pointing that handsome, almost... fond smile down at him, an intimate sort of pose that, from an outside perspective, would have painted them almost like some cutesy couple. Silas found he liked that, too. ...Christ, he really needed to sober up. The oddities didn't stop there, however. He couldn't help a quiet laugh as Luca bent down to lap at his bloodied cheek like a cat. Well, there were no more napkins, he supposed, but the bizarre reality of what he was doing and the ticklish feeling were a little too much for him not to giggle at, even if Luca went about it like it was the most natural thing in the world. For him, Silas supposed it was. Luca was chuckling back by the time he was done, but both were cut short by a surprising kiss right to his lips. He lingered just long enough for Silas to savor it, and for once, he didn't bother trying to will away the excited flutter that responded in his chest. He just enjoyed the moment. Still glowing a healthy pink by the time he'd (finally) fixed his scarf, Silas followed Luca out with a grin, waiting patiently while he gave his lapdog whatever excuses were necessary. Emerson seemed to do a sort of double-take at Silas, perhaps something to do with the unsettling change in his eyes since their previous encounter, much darker and rounder than they had been barely fifteen minutes ago. It only made Silas want to laugh even more. He couldn't resist giving the little nerd a sassy lick of his lips when Luca wasn't looking: the resulting expression was priceless. He trotted innocently along with Luca afterward, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. It seemed it would be a while before he could act seriously again. He didn't hear any of the murmurs that Luca's sharp ears picked up, much more focused on the fact that he considerately held a steadying hand around Silas's wrist the entire walk out. Good thing, too – he actually kind of needed it. Silas sank comfortably into the passenger side of Luca's BMW, shutting the door and reclining the seat a bit so he could rest his head, which still hummed with a dizzy sense of buoyancy. "Why not? I thought it went pretty well," he sighed back in a casual, smiling tone at Luca's command. Silas laughed musically at that. He didn't seem to actually be contesting Luca's word, just making light of the situation, which, from Silas's current perspective, had turned out beautifully. Sure, he had no idea how long he'd be enduring this absurd high, but so far it hadn't brought him any real trouble. "I won't, though, don't worry," he went on just as easily after a moment. "Your secretary's a bitch. Probably wouldn't let me back in, anyway." Luca obviously wasn't that bothered, either, with the way he was still smiling, Silas noticed with a glance. His eyes stuck to him for a few moments as Luca pulled out of the parking lot, seemingly distracted by something. "You look good in glasses," he said finally, his tone faintly impressed, another rarity for Silas. This time he seemed to notice his own strange behavior, though, turning away shortly to glance out his window instead. He watched the streets pass by in a colorful blur for the rest of the ride, seeming captivated but unseeing in truth, his mind wandering elsewhere. Silas stepped in through the garage door after Luca when they reached the townhouse, leaning against the wall for support to take off his socks and shoes. Now that Luca was there again, it seemed more inviting than earlier, cool and dim and homey rather than chilly and boring, even the everyday sounds of hanging up car keys and another person's footsteps putting him at ease. He stepped in and slipped off Luca's scarf, tossing it in his habitual place on the back of the couch without thinking. "Hope you didn't have a bunch of shit to do today," he mused belatedly, sounding at least a little apologetic. It was clear he was still reeling a bit, though, his steps slightly aimless and his eyes drawing back to Luca repeatedly with the same sort of fascination he'd had at the office. Those glasses really did suit him. Silas had said he wouldn't barge into his office again, but it'd almost be worth the trouble it'd get him in to get to see Luca dressed like this again.
  8. Love Bite

    It was a good thing Luca finally cut his worrying short, because Silas was becoming increasingly anxious with every silent, awkward moment that passed without presenting an answer to his embarrassing 'problem', just waiting for Luca to mock him. His eyes finally slipped back up to Luca's at the soft touch under his chin, a surprisingly gentle sort of gesture that very nearly put him at ease all by itself. Luca beckoned him onto his feet and closer to him, making up for his instability by helping Silas up and letting him lean back against him. Silas was hesitant at first, but he gradually let his weight sink backwards into him, especially at the next low murmur in his ear. "I wouldn't do this for anyone else." Those words echoed in his head as Luca's hands crept over him, his heart jumping into a sudden sprint in his chest as those warm fingers slipped down over his stomach. Was he really going to..? What else could this be leading up to? Silas inhaled sharply as Luca unbuttoned his pants, clasping at his knee with one hand as he was fondled slowly, letting out a halting, unsteady breath in place of the moan that wanted to draw out of him. He had to be quiet, he knew, but fuck, every touch against him was electric, even through his clothes. He'd never been so excruciatingly sensitive. Predictably, he couldn't keep silent as that hand dipped under his boxers to slide directly over his throbbing hard-on. "How is that?" Luca breathed against his ear. At first Silas could only moan softly in response, fingers gripping Luca's leg a little tighter as he tried to bite the noise back. Jesus fuck. As if it wasn't shocking and stimulating enough that Luca was touching him like this, it was unfair how desperate Silas's heightened senses made him for the man behind him, for that velvet voice tickling against his ear, for the touch of those large, experienced hands – he wanted them everywhere. Every bit of Silas's skin that he touched sang with pleasure. "Don't stop," he whispered finally, a shameless plea. He struggled to swallow down quickening breaths as Luca pulled the waist of his underwear down, exposing him shamelessly in front of the window, exciting Silas further even though there really was no way anyone could see them clearly. His fingers trembled in their grip on Luca's leg when that firm hand closed around him, making him bite his lip harshly to keep from moaning aloud again, but that could only do so much to mute him. The way Luca was going about this, it would be a miracle if he lasted more than a minute. But perhaps that was for the best. The way Silas squirmed back against him as his hand started to move and the raw noises of pleasure he couldn't stop making were bound to provoke him – it was a good thing Luca had just gotten off. "Mmmmph..." he groaned behind pursed lips. Silas's other restless hand found its way over the one Luca had on his stomach, encouraging him with those needy touches, pressing into him to spur him on even as he inched embarrassingly close to the edge already. He barely had the presence of mind to be surprised how smoothly this was going without any sort of lubrication; as always, Luca knew just how to hold and squeeze him to get the desired effect, applying pressure in just the right places and amounts to make Silas melt against him. Thankfully, at least Luca seemed aware enough to remember where they were. When Silas's noises started coming higher and more frequently, he wisely pressed a firm hand over his panting mouth before he could give them away, which at least gave Silas a bit of freedom to voice how he was feeling. He breathed heavy, muffled moans against his hand, hips bucking a few short times as he began to nearly vibrate with trembling desire. His eyes clamped as tightly shut as the grip of his fingers as it all exploded at once, Luca's hand just barely managing to stifle his sharp cry of pleasure as he came. It lasted a small eternity for Silas, the unbelievable feeling rolling through him in powerful waves. Silas wasn't sure he'd ever come so hard from a simple hand-job. The oh-so-inconvenient fruits of Luca's labor shot forward, smattering gracelessly onto the seat of Luca's nice chair. Tissues or not, they'd have to find something to clean that up... At least it would wipe easily off the smooth surface. That seemed to be the least of Silas's worries for the moment, though. He panted for breath as Luca's hand finally lifted off his mouth, taking several long moments to rest his weight completely against him and catch his breath, red-faced and drained in the wake of all that intense feeling. His hand remained on Luca's leg, but it had loosened its grip, sliding down a little to hang over his knee. "Jesus..." he exhaled. Slowly, he pulled his boxers back up, fingers fumbling a little to fasten his pants again. He was quiet for another several seconds as he did so. "...I don't know if I like this stuff or not," he admitted in a small voice. He gave a self-conscious little laugh, finally leaning forward a bit to put his weight on his own feet, gaining a sense of balance after a moment and eventually turning to peek at Luca shyly over his shoulder. Silas – shy. That should have been proof enough of the outrageous effects of the blood. Still, there was a sort of glimmer in his eye, something pleased and maybe even grateful. Luca hadn't left him hanging after all. It was... sweet?, of him, for someone who was so determined to stay as straight as possible. Maybe Silas was having an influence on him, after all. Those unexpected words from earlier popped into his head again: I wouldn't do this for anyone else. He averted his gaze after a moment, sweeping it around yet again for something useful. Luckily, this time, they actually landed on something: a slightly wrinkled napkin on his desk with a ringed coffee stain, likely from earlier that morning. He wasn't sure how he'd missed it before, but he was infinitely glad to see it now. Still moving a bit slowly under the heavy influence of Luca's essence, he took the napkin and cleaned up his mess, wiping thoroughly to be sure no trace of it remained to bother the chair's finicky owner. He dropped the used, crumpled paper in the waste basket by Luca's desk, finally turning to look at him again. "..So, um... any way you could give me a ride back to your place?" he asked tentatively. "I'm not sure if I can do the whole bus thing again, right now..." Clearly, he wasn't aware Luca already planned on taking him home. Another thing he obviously wasn't aware of was the huge smudge of blood on his cheek. He simply went about wrapping Luca's scarf back around his neck like he was ready to go, distracted as he tried to remember exactly how he usually tied it.
  9. Celebration Thread

    Wahh, thanks Ice! ♥♥ so sweet;; it's so dorky, I dunno how you take it seriously. ahahaha, WE WANNA KNOW TOO THO. I feel like I also already have Mystic on Skype O: I'll check~
  10. Love Bite

    The jagged sound of Luca's breathing and the way his body tensed and shifted was enough to let Silas know he was doing his job well, even if he did rather admirably at keeping quiet. Silas himself wasn't doing so well at that, even with his mouth full: probably the only reason Emerson wasn't hearing every bit of it. The slight forward rock of Luca's hips took him off-guard, producing surprised little noises from the back of his throat, the unexpected depth making his eyes water by reflex. Despite that, the little whimpers weren't necessarily in complaint - not entirely, anyway. Silas wasn't usually quite so self-deprecating, but just then, it was unsettlingly stimulating to be... used, like that. At least that involuntary hip motion meant Luca had to be close. Silas felt pretty close himself, even without touching himself directly. He didn't think he had ever been so uncomfortably, painfully aroused, especially not from just sucking a guy off and lightly fondling himself over his clothes. That seemed tame compared to how desperate his body was. Even the light touch of Luca's fingers around his face zinged with sensitivity, the brief, likely accidental dip of a fingertip into his ear making him absolutely shudder. Luca's low voice above him saying he was going to come only made him hum even more deeply in response, prompting him to give just a little bit more, sucking hard to pull him over the edge. Luca's hand came down on the back of his head just as Silas realized he was about to blow. Even if he'd wanted to pull away or even spit it out like some picky people did, Luca didn't give him a choice. He swallowed the hot, salty liquid down with uncomfortable gulps, difficult while Luca was still taking up so much room in his mouth. Finally, though, his climax waned, leaving Silas panting as Luca retreated from his mouth, licking at his tired lips with a dazed look on his face. "Now what are we supposed to do about that?" It took Silas a moment to understand what Luca meant. He looked up before following his gaze downward, teeth worrying at his lip slightly when he saw the very obvious bulge in his pants. He knew it was there, of course, but it hadn't occurred to him that that was a problem until now. ...What was he going to do about it? The tone of Luca's sigh was telling as ever, the distasteful way he said 'that'. Was he really still so no-homo that he wouldn't help Silas get off, even after he'd just sweetly, shamelessly blown him in his office? Well, shamelessly before - the shame seemed to be flooding back into his face now. He peeked up at Luca with rather pitiful anxiety before glancing about the room. Damn it - he didn't have his own bathroom. Or tissues, even, absurdly. Though, the very concept of having to slink away to the restroom to jerk off by himself after what he'd just done would have almost been enough to help him lose that inconvenient hard-on, only the abnormal substance in his system kept it firmly in place, and aching steadily. "Um..." It was obvious Silas had no idea what to suggest. He could barely bring himself to look up at Luca again as he tried to sit up a bit, shifting uncomfortably as he looked down at the borrowed cardigan he was wearing. He seemed to be considering tying it around his waist for cover as he picked at the sleeve thoughtfully - there was no way he was walking past that fucking secretary to get to the bathroom to take care of this. "I could... tie this..." he started to mumble, but the sudden embarrassment he felt kept him from continuing. He would look absolutely ridiculous with a scarf around his neck and a sweater around his waist. He looked helpless sitting there blushing with blood on his face and an uncomfortable, shameful boner, his eyes still skittering about anywhere but Luca's face as he fumbled for some solution. His clouded mind wasn't helping him out in the least.
  11. Love Bite

    For once, it was Luca who seemed to melt under Silas's mouth. He didn't even try to turn Silas away, the dirty bastard. It made him wonder briefly how many other times Luca had fooled around at the workplace; that tender topic was shut away quickly, though, when he remembered the two cutesy secretaries he'd met earlier. Oh, well. He had way better things to focus on - like the sexy, vulnerable little gulps and sighs he kept hearing above him. Luca's pleasure had always gotten to Silas, the way those low noises would rumble out of him, dripping with genuine desire. Being down here where he could tease him so directly only made him unspeakably eager to draw those noises out, to take Luca to the edge and make him feel just as blissful as he made Silas with the very instrument he had in his mouth. "Fuck, that's so good." Silas hummed softly in response. That was exactly what he wanted to hear. The sweep and tug of Luca's fingers in his hair encouraged him further, enticing him to look up at the soft touch on his cheek. His eyes flicked up to find Luca's, that stare seeming even more heated when coupled with the arousing sight of Silas's mouth wrapped around him. "Just how many guys do you surprise at work with blowjobs?" Silas couldn't resist that one. He pulled his lips back slowly to empty his mouth and give him a quick retort, pink lips smacking softly like he was innocently pulling away from a lollipop. "Lots," he murmured back with a sultry grin that was just as teasing. As much as he really meant it as a joke, it was quite apparent he had done this a few times before. It helped that he knew exactly what felt good to another man, having matching equipment himself. Only his equipment wasn't quite so big, he was forced to admit as he took Luca back in his mouth. Sucking on the tip of him was one thing, but as Silas lowered his head he only seemed to get thicker, especially now that he was fully hard. Well, that hadn't taken long. His aim was undoubtedly to please Luca, but it also seemed like a slow sort of revenge at first, every movement of his lips and tongue sensual and drawn-out, determined to not to miss a single part of him as he gradually worked his way down. "Mmmmmm..." Somehow, the experience was almost as sensuous and teasing for Silas himself; Luca wasn't the only one who was stiff anymore. Just trying to comfortably fit that thick cock in his mouth gave Silas a dirty sense of promiscuity, making him ache with arousal. He couldn't resist egging himself on a little, instinctively knowing his own horny little sounds could only tease Luca more; he slipped a hand between his own legs, the one that wasn't holding and stroking Luca at the base, shivering emphatically with a muffled groan at the first shocking touch against himself. He thought the fucking scarf had felt good. The freakish vampire blood had amped up every one of his senses, especially sexual ones, it seemed - as displayed by his sheer eagerness to suck Luca off in the first place. He seemed to grow even more eager now, however, just lightly feeling himself as he began to suck in earnest, his head bobbing with the motion. Light touches seemed to be all he needed, anyway. Even just a drag of his finger made him shudder with want. It only served to make him look and sound more intent, his cheeks flushed and burning with heat as he tried, really tried, to take as much of Luca's cock as he could. The wanton way it made him feel trying to choke it all down was too erotic to resist when he was so unbearably worked up. Silas breathed heavily through his nose around indecent little slurping noises and muffled moans, increasing the pace of his steadily bouncing head. No matter how desperate part of him was to simply pull away and tell (or beg) Luca to just fuck him, he didn't stop. He wouldn't, it seemed, until Luca was just as far-gone as he was - or further.
  12. Celebration Thread

    DD DON'T TEASE US And yeah, Ice was really the only one we were sure about. At least SHE'S honest. -wiggle fingers at Ice- :J I will also read this yuri RP. I hope this isn't an empty promise. My hunger for the gay knows no bounds.
  13. Celebration Thread

  14. Love Bite

    Luca's chair was like a plush, leather throne, still warm from when he'd been sitting in it. Silas leaned back for a moment with closed eyes to absorb it, his hands running slowly over the soft arm rests, making his palms tingle. It was like all his senses had suddenly come alive. Every shift of his body reminded him of every piece of clothing he was wearing, sliding against his skin like angels. He lifted a hand to feel the scarf around his neck, fingers clenching into it when he felt how utterly soft it was, unable to help pulling it right off so that that ticklish fabric would brush along his neck. The resulting sensation was so pleasant that he actually groaned quietly. "Weird," he murmured casually in response to Luca's brief explanation, his voice soft and far-off. He sat up a bit, at least trying not to be so incredibly fucked up - how had that even happened so fast? He had literally only tasted enough to coat the tip of his finger. He looked down to see the vague red lines left around his fingernail, head bowed distractedly as Luca went on in annoyance above him. "Idiot. Why would you even go and do that in the first place?" Silas frowned at that. Wasn't it obvious? He felt like it was. Because, you know, Luca drank his blood all the time. So why not? He'd been curious. Well, clearly, there was a reason why not. He was too foggy to try and defend his ridiculous logic. It had just seemed like the thing to do. "Do you just go around tasting blood from all the random guys you hook up with in bars?" Oh, wow. Wow. Hang on. Could he even say anything more hypocritical if he tried? Silas didn't think he could. Funny how even in this mindless state Luca could provoke him like that, making him want to give some quick and sassy retort that would undoubtedly lead to some stupid argument. But, somehow, the response that came out of his mouth when he looked up was a completely different one. "You're not some random guy," he objected. Staring up at Luca from below, he looked wide-eyed and strangely alluring, though perhaps in an off-putting sort of way, the focus of those huge pupils boring into him like there was nothing else in the room. To Silas, there suddenly wasn't. He stared for an unusual amount of time, wanting to look down and admire how fuckable he looked all dressed up like this, but his eyes were stuck on Luca's for several long moments, still surprised how light they could be all illuminated in the daylight like they were now. Maybe it was the effect of his blood making everything in his sight glimmer prettily, but right now, facing the window behind Silas, they looked absolutely golden. Just having them fixed in his direction made him feel a little warmer. In a few places. "Luca..." he found himself saying softly. His name always rolled so nicely, so easily off the tongue. Luca. What a beautiful name. Silas's feet prompted the rolling chair to move forward, his hands resting on the tops of Luca's thighs, parting them some without much thought so he could be close to him. He slid his hands over the slick fabric of Luca's trousers, the feeling still so ticklish and stimulating on the skin of his palms. "...I was such a bitch to you the other day." The look on his face was abnormally sincere. He couldn't imagine being so unpleasant to someone so beautiful. It seemed wrong. His addled mind could barely even recall why he'd been so upset, only how horrible and sick he'd felt in the following days away from him, thinking their... whatever they had going was over and done. That he'd ruined it in one fell swoop. Yet here he was. Reliving the fact that they were apparently okay again was enough to make something leap in Silas's chest. So was the fact that his face was now barely a foot away from that intoxicating smell he had, not to mention other, more... tangible things. He hadn't even noticed that his hands had already found their place over Luca's crotch, teasing over his clothes. He moved them now to actually unbutton his pants, his mind clearly having switched tracks a bit. "I never said I was sorry... did I?" The question seemed rhetorical. He knew he hadn't apologized. It was out of character enough for him to mention it now, after the fact. Still, it seemed that was something that was still on his mind, deep down, for him to have brought it up at all. Even as spaced out as he was, Silas's fingers were nimble when it came to this. He unzipped Luca's pants and pulled him out of his underwear with ease, thanks to the ever-convenient flap in the front. It seemed he really had forgotten where they were: that, or he simply didn't care. Luca was warm in Silas's hand, imposing even before fully erect. He stroked him slowly as he shot a devilish glance upward. "Let me make it up to you," he purred, wetting his lips in a clear hint. After that, his mouth was busy elsewhere. Silas dipped down to press his full lips to the side of Luca's dick. They parted to give him a wet, more open-mouthed kiss after that, his tongue extending to drag firmly against his skin. Silas only continued shifting those wet kisses all over him, his tongue lavishing every sensitive dip it came across, before finally he pulled the head of his cock completely between his lips, beginning to suck coaxingly. He had never gone down on Luca before, but it was clear he'd been missing out. That smart, pouty mouth of his wasn't just good for pissing people off, it seemed.
  15. Ahoy!

    KYAAAAAAAAAA IS HE YAWNING? WHAT IS HE DOING? IS HE SURPRISED? EHEHhehehehe ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ [plays with the foxie, ignores everyone else] (welcome though I hope you have fun here<3<3<3<3 you should get along with everyone here <: ) (also that gif is from Twilight. that's a baby vampire. don't question how I know this.)
  16. Love Bite

    Oops. Silas winced apologetically when he saw the blood dripping from Luca's palm, though admittedly he didn't feel too bad, knowing it would take more than a letter opener to the hand to really hurt him. Not to mention the sheer volume of blood he'd drawn from Silas in comparison. He stood reining in his half-smile as Luca came around the desk, trying not to grin outright at the anticipated rare look of shock on Luca's face. But, also anticipated, he looked pretty miffed, too. Before he could offer an explanation, four-eyes was opening the door behind him, drawing an impatient sigh from Silas that was amusingly near-simultaneous with Luca's. He should have locked the door, too. Silas stepped aside to let Luca handle his underling. Clearly he was the only person he'd listen to. "Oh my God, Luca, you're bleeding!" Silas turned a bit to give the guy a disbelieving little stare. What a drama queen. Though, maybe Silas had become a bit desensitized to the sight of blood at this point. His eyes flicked back to Luca about the same time he turned to give Silas a pointed stare of his own, but all Silas was thinking was: Em? Well, wasn't that adorable. Silas rolled his eyes when Em lingered worriedly, but finally he acquiesced, though not without sending Silas a bitchy little glare first. He tilted his head with a cocky twitch of a smile in return, just barely resisting giving him a triumphant little wave of his fingers. Luca sure was popular around here. It felt like all Silas had to do was enter the building and he was tripping all over secretaries with crushes on him. How annoying. "Coffee?" Luca asked in flat disbelief. Silas actually did shrink a little under that tone - and his impressive demeanor, all tall and snappily dressed and haughty; not that Silas would admit that, even in his posture. He tried not to, anyway. "In my stolen clothes, even?" Luca added to the end of his incredulous questions. Silas bit his lip to keep from smiling. He'd just known that would bug him. But after a bit of a pause, Luca seemed to get over it completely, giving Silas a relieving and rather charming grin. "You're so stupid, Silas. If it wasn't so cute, I might be pissed." He nearly beamed back in response. Well, he could ignore the first part if Luca had loosened up enough to call him cute. That almost made up for all the trouble he'd gone through to get here. He sauntered over to examine Luca's wound, curious at the sight of him bleeding for the first time. "At least I brought coffee, right?" he joked. He set the cardboard tray on Luca's desk and took his wrist lightly in both his hands to look at the spilling liquid, almost expecting it to look strange somehow. It didn't: just plain, dark red blood. "And I'm just borrowing these. Like I could go out with this showing." Silas pulled a hand away to tug Luca's scarf down a bit, revealing the darkened marks with a bit of a squint up at him. "Couldn't exactly go get my... one outfit from Wes's, either..." he trailed off. He waved that topic away quickly when he realized Luca didn't even know who Wes was. "Sorry I freaked you out, though." So very casually, Silas dipped the tip of his middle finger in the shallow pool in Luca's palm and lifted it to his lips before it could drip. Almost as soon as it hit his tongue, Silas's pupils dilated visibly, stretching to an almost scary width in his green irises, making them look abnormally dark. The taste was unremarkable, surprisingly - again, it seemed just like regular blood - but in an instant he felt almost as though he'd been drinking for an hour. But... different, somehow. He actually swayed a little from the sudden lightheadedness, grabbing lightly onto Luca's waistcoat to keep his balance. "Whoa. What the hell," he muttered. He took a steadying breath, only upon inhaling Luca's scent he couldn't help but breathe in as deeply as he could, sighing it out heavily. He already knew Luca had a good natural aroma, but suddenly he smelled even better. Silas didn't quite notice how much closer he'd shifted against Luca to breathe him in. "...the fuck's in your blood? X?" There was a strange prickling starting in his limbs, making him shiver subtly. He'd never felt anything like it.
  17. Love Bite

    The way Luca's chest shook under him with short breaths of mirrored laughter only made Silas smile wider. He could feel some sickeningly sweet feeling swelling up behind his ribs in response, lying there laughing together with their bodies flush against each other in the waning light. Even Luca's snarky remark only made him chuckle again, not even caring enough to contest it with a smartass comment of his own. He wasn't willing to disturb the strange, pleasant peace they'd reached just yet, not even for the opportunity to have the last word. Highly unusual, to say the least, for someone like Silas. He wasn't sure what he expected to hear from Luca about his neck - most likely some jab about how he'd earned it. Silas hoped he wouldn't go there yet, but he'd known Luca long enough by now... He probably was still annoyed about the way Silas had acted the other night. He would surely bring it up again sooner or later - all he could hope was that it would be later. The thought of having to address that ugly issue again gave him a brief jab of anxiety, almost enough to regret bringing up his neck so soon in the first place. This moment was too... unique, and nice, to ruin before they'd even gotten to enjoy it properly, even if Luca had acted unacceptably before. But Luca surprised him. Silas waited as those hands trailed up to stroke his bruised neck, apprehensive in the strange silence that followed. He almost thought Luca was going to leave it at that, but soon his voice rumbled deeply from that tanned chest under Silas's ear, producing a phrase he'd never have guessed was in the man's vocabulary. "Sorry." He stayed still, keeping his face where it was partially obscured from Luca, where he could safely look surprised. Since when did he give a shit about hurting Silas? He'd only been doing it since they met. In the back of his mind he recalled the first night they'd slept together, that bizarre moment when Luca had bandaged the bite marks in his neck. Strange that that would come to mind, since back then their personal ties had been nonexistent. Just barely different from how they were now, he supposed. But his own naïveté came back around to floor him once again. Luca pulled his face up by his cheeks, briefly revealing the confused look in his eyes before his head was tugged up to Luca's mouth for an absurdly affectionate gesture: a kiss on the head. A kiss. One with no sexual undertones whatsoever. Silas stared blindly at Luca's neck in shock as he lingered there in Silas's hair, utterly unable to make sense of what had just happened. Before he could even try to respond, Luca did it again, a lighter, quicker press of his lips that seemed to serve as punctuation, making Silas's head spin with countless questions. The main one being: What just happened? He tried to mask some of his shock as he looked back up to see Luca's face, baffled and endlessly amused when he seemed almost as off-guard as Silas. Oh, God, he laughed in internal wonder. Was this even real? "God, you're irritating." Silas had no control over his face. He tried to hold it back at first, but a broad grin twitched into place across his mouth, some mixture of indecent mirth and... happiness, unsure for a few seconds of what he could say to that, or if he should say anything at all. But finally he said the only thing that came to mind, another amusing reminder of the very same night he'd just been thinking of a moment ago. "Sorry." With all the abnormal wounds Silas had acquired that day, he didn't feel very keen on going back to Wes's, where there would surely be endless questions and assumptions about how he'd gotten them. That was the reason he stuck to, anyway. Thankfully, Luca didn't seem to mind him staying the night. It wasn't like he hadn't done it before - though this time did seem different. Quieter. Silas felt as though he needed to tread carefully, so as not to upset the strange harmony they'd found, but after an hour of walking around eggshells, as he sat watching Luca cook him something to eat, something in Silas decided he could relax. He still had no idea what had suddenly changed between them, but his next decision was that he didn't really care. All he knew was that he liked it. When Silas woke the next morning, Luca was gone, as usual. Now that he knew the vampire could roam about during the day, Silas was endlessly curious what the hell he did with those days. The implication seemed to be that he had a job, but Silas had still never gotten around to asking what he did. He spent a while wandering idly around the townhouse, restless with curiosity and boredom. With Luca gone, there wasn't much of anything to do but sit and be useless in front of the television, especially lacking his guitar. He was sorely tempted to get dressed and go get his things from Wes, even just for something to do, but a single glance in the mirror showed how much darker his bruise had become overnight, as bruises tended to do, a splotchy purple-ish collar around his throat that made him grimace. That would take days to fade into something manageable... He supposed he could borrow a scarf from Luca, but Wes knew Silas well enough to know he'd never worn a scarf for the hell of it in his entire life. If it wasn't cold out, it was an obnoxious accessory, one he wasn't nearly flamboyant enough for. Silas could already see him making some snarky comment and tugging it aside to see why he was wearing it. So, no getting his guitar yet. Silas did return the confused text messages from him, though, apologizing for disappearing and promising to come by soon. He did feel bad - the guy had let him crash for almost a week and he'd just sort of vanished (in one of his outfits, even). Not that it was his fault, exactly, but still. In his bored pacing, Silas began to notice something. When he'd made coffee there had been a mug in the cabinet with a familiar red logo on it, R9, one he thought he recognized. Then it had been a pen on the kitchen counter - R9 again - and then still other little things, mundane but telling. It didn't take Silas long to figure out that had to be where Luca worked. He thought he could recall seeing the eye-catching symbols on a large building several miles from here, farther from the blurry district line that was Rowan Avenue and deeper inside the adjacent, more upright part of town. Impulsively, Silas decided to pay him a visit. Maybe it was presumptuous to think that would be okay, but he was just about losing his mind with boredom. Plus, he mused, it'd be fun to see the look on his face. He decided to at least come bearing a gift, lest Luca get too grouchy about his surprise appearance (and the shove of his nose into his personal life). Silas presumed just a little more, taking a soft black scarf from his (huge) wardrobe, and a thin cardigan to go over yesterday's wrinkly tank top while he was at it. He paired them with Wes's capris, his only option; Silas got the distinct impression any of Luca's other clothes wouldn't really fit him. He felt self-conscious going out like this, but when he pulled the long sleeves up a bit and checked his reflection, he supposed he didn't look too bad, just not exactly dressed for the weather. Oh, well. With a cardboard tray of two Starbucks coffees in tow (and nothing but change in his pocket, after buying coffee and catching a bus), he stepped into the large corporate building, glancing around the spacious lobby. The company was clearly a successful one, if the quality of the modern furnishings was any indication. He walked up to the sleek, black main desk, fighting back an ugly frown when he saw who was sitting behind it, a slim little fake blonde who sat there filing her nails. Ugh. However, seeing her here was a clear sign he was in the right place. Silas handled her with fake charm, consoling himself with the reminder of which one of them had crawled out of Luca's bed that morning. For some reason she seemed to assume after a minute that he was Luca's cousin, which he agreed to with a mental shrug. Sure, why not. After that she hastily told him what floor Luca was on, though she acted much too sweet and even a little concerned for him... Whatever. It was relatively easy to find Luca's office once he was on the appropriate floor, which was impressively high-up in the tall building. He approached the door with Luca's name on it, though he didn't quite see the last name before he was stopped by what he assumed was Luca's secretary, a slim, rather cute Asian boy with thick-rimmed glasses. What the hell was with all the secretary eyecandy around here? Silas wasn't into it. "Um, excuse me - can I help you?" he asked with thin politeness. Silas stopped with a little sigh. "Do you have an appointment with Mr. Bellini?" He sounded much too disbelieving for Silas's taste. He watched the boy's framed eyes skim over his outfit and immediately figured they were on the same 'team', which, really, only made him dislike the guy more. He didn't linger on why, sticking to the rather obvious fact that the look in his four eyes was judge-y as hell. "No," he said honestly, not trying very hard to rein back the impatience in his tone. "But he's expecting me." Silas raised the Starbucks tray for him to see, as if it was undeniable proof. The secretary didn't seem convinced. "Well, if you're not in Luca's appointments... you're going to have to take a seat." From Mr. Bellini to Luca? Silas tended to know when he was getting sassed. He arched a brow at the nerdy little pencil-pusher and cut him off, not in the mood to wait half an hour for him to bother telling Luca he had a visitor. "Is he in a meeting?" he asked. He paused, giving a hesitant 'well, no', and that was all Silas needed. He strode forward toward the door, ignoring the objection called after him. He heard the boy nervously say 'uh, Luca-' into his intercom before he was hearing it from the other side of the door instead, at least giving a brief knock before entering Luca's office. "Hi," he greeted impishly, smiling as he slipped in and shut the door behind him. He glanced around the spacious office, idly tugging the blinds next to the door shut when he saw they were peeking wide open. Didn't need teacher's pet getting nosy on them. His eyes flicked back to Luca, trailing over his formal work attire appreciatively. Silas presented the Starbucks tray as he approached his desk. "Coffee?" He didn't know exactly how much Luca enjoyed beverages that weren't blood these days, but he had seen him drink things of his own volition more than once, so he figured coffee was a safe bet.
  18. Love Bite

    Silas was discovering that he really liked this perspective. Riding in Luca's lap, he could control the pace however he liked (so long as Luca didn't manhandle his hips into going faster with those unnaturally strong arms), making him entertain shiver-inducing fantasies of teasing Luca with slow sensuality. But even as these thoughts occurred to him, he was already being lowered onto his back. He couldn't bring himself to be disappointed, however, not with how close Luca remained, but he wrapped his arms loosely around his neck either way, as if to make absolutely sure he didn't wander too far. Luca seemed to have similar ideals, pulling Silas's slim thighs up until they clamped around his waist and his heels hooked lightly around behind him. Silas could feel the way his bloody right leg slipped against Luca's dark hip, but he was far beyond caring, simply compensating for the lack of grip by holding him tighter. It was almost girlish, the way he seemed to cling with all his limbs as Luca shoved back in especially hard, tearing an unguarded cry from his throat. Silas didn't think he'd ever say it out loud, but there was simply no comparing the way Luca fucked him to anyone else he'd ever been with. The brief flash of Wes across his mind would have literally made him laugh aloud if it weren't for Luca being inside him that very moment, thick and beginning to slam in with a force that shocked his system, resulting in a blissful half-grin broken up by sharp, sudden moans. That smile was short-lived, though, his mind unable to linger on any certain thought or impulse as Luca continued pounding into him so hard it made even his expensive bed creak. Even so, Silas was louder, not even attempting to swallow back his overwhelmed cries of pleasure. The neighbors didn't cross his mind once. He was too desperate for every bit of what he was getting, every uncomfortably powerful thrust of Luca's cock into that perfect depth inside him. As if it all wasn't intoxicatingly erotic enough already, Luca grabbed his wrist and held it fast against the mattress, giving Silas the distinct, thrilling impression that he couldn't stop any of this even if he wanted to. It was enough to make him feel close to coming right then, his entire body having already begun to tense and shudder with convulsive desperation, only Luca chose that moment to mysteriously slow his hips, making Silas's next sound an almost pathetic whine at being tugged back from the edge like that. His heavily glazed green eyes flicked up distractedly to meet the sunlit brown ones staring down at him, panting heavily into the sudden quiet. "You can lie to me all you want," Luca told him. For a brief moment Silas couldn't even remember what the hell he was talking about, so lost in the delirious, pleasured fog clouding his mind. "But your body always tells me the truth." The implication of those words made his features twitch almost nervously, his already speeding pulse giving a strange flicker in response. What was it Luca thought his body said?, Silas wondered as he saw that proud grin above him. He wasn't given the opportunity to over-think it; Luca's mouth smashed satisfyingly into his, effectively preventing any sort of response as his hips picked up again between Silas's legs, making him groan throatily against Luca's tongue. It took embarrassingly few of those solid thrusts into his core to put Silas exactly where he'd just been, and even fewer after that to push him right up to the point of almost painful ecstasy he was dying for, his high, vulnerable cries coming more rapidly as Luca continued to hold him down and fuck him mercilessly. "Aaahhhh – y- yes–! fuck–!" His voice drew out in a loud, trembling moan as every ounce of the pleasure within him finally released itself, his only free hand digging its nails into the back of Luca's shoulder as his entire body tensed and spasmed under his, spilling his load in a messy, hot burst between their stomachs. The previous vice grip his thighs had had on Luca's waist slackened considerably as that overwhelming, toe-curling orgasm powered through him, only prolonged by the continued, hurried jabs to that blissful spot inside him. He was still shaking by the time he felt Luca come deep inside his ass, even his long eyelashes fluttering on his cheeks as he struggled to catch his breath and his composure – which it seemed would likely take him a minute. His eyes blinked open at the soft touch to his forehead, feeling another uncomfortable but decidedly more satisfied twinge in his chest at the way Luca was looking at him. Silas let out a soft huff that might have been a quiet sort of laugh, pushing softly at his shoulder in a clear request: roll over. The air was cold on his damp back when Luca flipped over. Silas stayed glued against him in the process, apparently not intent on that much breathing space, shivering slightly as he settled atop his broad, bare body that seemed almost warmer than his own. He couldn't bring himself to care about the slippery mess between them, feeling pretty damp all over anyway with a thin layer of sweat – he was going to have to clean himself up soon regardless. For now he was more concerned with slowing his breathing and regaining a little warmth. He wriggled for a comfortable position atop his rather solid body pillow, his arms stretching past both their heads before curling slightly to rest around Luca's hair, one hand touching it idly as he chanced a look upward at Luca's face. Silas looked amused at something and nearly playful, a curious little glint shining in his eyes as a grin fought to stretch across his face, but he buried it into Luca's collarbone with a laugh as if it embarrassed him, chuckling against his skin. "Ohhh," he sighed in laughing, tired wonder. "God..." The harsh feelings from earlier seemed to have evaporated completely in the wake of such an intense and unusually intimate experience, leaving Silas feeling giddy and light in the post-orgasm buzz. "I'm gonna have to piss you off more often," he murmured without much thought, a very Silas-like, around-the-bush bit of praise, drawing another laugh from his throat. It wasn't an entirely accurate description of why this time had been so earth-shaking, but he wasn't articulate enough at the moment to find something more correct to say. He probably couldn't have described it anyway, even to himself. This was probably the most light-hearted he'd ever shown himself to be around Luca, even with all the sassy quips he liked to throw out; his smiles were never quite so soft and carefree as this. Even when his mind wandered back to their violent argument, it couldn't really touch his mood, though he couldn't resist mumbling one thing about it, more as a matter of fact than grudgingly. "....Neck kinda hurts, though." Maybe just barely grudgingly – but only enough to let him know it wasn't an empty complaint. He didn't mention his ankle, but he was fairly sure it was fine, wiggling his foot idly to stretch it out.
  19. Love Bite

    Sitting so close in Luca's lap, entirely bare and flesh-to-flesh, was unspeakably satisfying to Silas. He felt like they had never gotten quite so close to one another before. There was always some form of distance, usually in the way of Luca never actually getting fucking naked, or even in the hesitant way they would touch sometimes, neither one ever melting too close into the other, but something in the back of Silas's mind insisted that some other sort of barrier between them was suddenly gone, too. But even now he was prevented a while longer from sinking fully into that level of intimacy, forced to lean back against the support of Luca's hands as he pressed his mouth to Silas's chest. His hands cradled encouragingly around the back of Luca's neck, but suddenly those pointed teeth bit into him again and he jumped, not expecting it after having already been fed from twice. The next bite pulled a low whine from his throat. "Stop it," he complained weakly after still another jab through his skin down by his nipple. Jesus, he was littered with enough holes as it was. But his complaining seemed less than sincere next to the sharp gasps each little prick would summon up, and the subsequent soft sighs when Luca would suck at the small wounds. Silas would deny being any sort of masochist, but after more than a month of sleeping with someone who drank blood, he'd almost subconsciously come to associate these bites with sexual pleasure, since with Luca they so often came hand-in-hand. He wasn't the only one that felt the anxious frenzy, either, crackling like static where their skin touched or their breath mingled. Where before Silas had been pathetically pretending to push him away, the extent of his true desires was abundantly clear now, every firm touch of Luca's warm hands making Silas want to slide even closer into him. None of it was enough. Silas needed more. More of the warm, thick, earthy smell of him, more pressure from those strong hands squeezing at him, more insistent, breath-stealing kisses from his infuriating fucking lips. Right now he needed all of it, all at once, more than anything. He was glad Luca still had the forethought to reach over and lube himself up, because Silas was beyond remembering. When he finally slipped back inside Silas in one smooth motion, the world seemed to go silent for a moment, all but for the long, slow breath that left him. His hands clasped desperately at Luca's shoulders as they both paused to savor that moment, a low moan finally trembling out of him as Luca began manually pumping his hips. "Keep going. Don't stop." Just hearing Luca tell him that in such a perfect tone made Silas shudder with pleasure and anticipation. Why would he ever stop? Obediently he picked up where Luca left off as he released his hips, only just barely slower than the bounce Luca had set, his entire body moving with almost liquid grace as he strove to thoroughly feel every bit of it. He ran both his hands up the back of Luca's neck and into his hair, keeping him close as he rocked his hips. "Ooohnnn..." Silas didn't stay at that slow pace for long, the frenzy stirring back up in him after those several purposeful strokes, his fingers twisting to grab at that long hair with need as he moved faster. It felt... perfect. Finally, after days of tangling restlessly with anger and uncertainty, the moment had come where it all shrunk to nothing in the back of his mind, or flew away altogether, leaving him simply, blissfully aware that they were together again, as close as they could possibly be. Well, almost. This time, Silas initiated his own kiss. It was rare for him to do, with Luca usually being so funny about girlish things like kissing, but his body seemed to do it on its own. He mashed his lips against Luca's in a way he'd never done before, but in a way that perhaps he had been wanting to for a while now, incredibly insistent with some unspoken surge of feeling. His hands only grew more excited in their roaming, alternately palming Luca's hair and cupping his face or neck, another rocky moan bubbling up against his mouth. "Luca..." This time there was no mistaking why Silas was groaning his name. He dipped his head down to bury his face in Luca's neck, breathing in the rich smell of him as he upped the pace of his hips again.
  20. Love Bite

    Well, that hadn't gone as planned. Silas sucked in a hesitant breath when Luca's hand reached back up for his neck, soon glad he'd stolen the air while he could as Luca knocked him back dizzily against the wall - just before lifting him off his feet completely. Molten hate sizzled in Silas's eyes once more at being treated so abusively, his fingers coming up automatically to pry at Luca's tight grip as his feet dangled uselessly above the hardwood floor. He waited with full lungs and pink cheeks, already missing the oxygen. But after an intimidating promise, Luca simply dropped him back down. Silas grunted as he hit the ground gracelessly, landing awkwardly on one ankle before falling in a heap with a muttered curse. He snapped his head up to send Luca a hateful stare but the tall vampire had his back turned, sighing like it was just so hard being a pushy, violent douchebag. He opened his mouth to shoot off a similar comment but, as always, Luca was three steps ahead of him, already turning around to yank Silas up by the arm and drag him toward the stairs. Despite his suffering dignity, it was all Silas could do to stumble along after him, thanks to however he'd landed on his foot. With Luca's "help", however, they managed to reach the bedroom, even if Silas hissed pained complaints the entire way. It always felt so strange to be there during the day, even the previous times when Silas would wake up with Luca nowhere to be found. It was even odder, though, to have Luca climbing over him with spotted sunlight blinking and swaying over them, something he hadn't even known was possible until today. He didn't give Silas any opportunity to continue their conversation, quite plainly done trying to "talk it out" as he stripped his flimsy top - all Silas could think was thank God. He was argumentative person, he could admit that, but at this point, he was beyond ready to put words away and say the rest of his piece with aggressive sex. Only Luca continued to surprise him. When he leaned down Silas was almost sure he was going to bite into his neck immediately, to further sate his violent urges, but he just sucked even more harsh blemishes into the already marked flesh - a decidedly more pleasant way to receive a bruise, at least. Luca gave him another stifling kiss as Silas's hands distractedly tugged at the top buttons of his shirt, but before long he was shrinking back from that, too, surprising Silas with a gentle touch of his dark hand to his cheek. He swallowed back soft pants of breath as Luca lapped almost tenderly at the blood his slap had shed earlier, more than a little confusion sprouting in his deep green eyes as the beast touched his blood-stained lips to Silas's cheek, so softly he might not have even noticed it. The wonder was plain on his face for Luca to see when he pulled back to stare at him. Silas watched him closely - not because of how prettily the sunshine made his eyes light up with warmth, obviously, but because he seemed about to say something. He didn't think he had ever seen Luca hedge around something he wanted to say. Time itself seemed to slow to a pause in those silent moments as they stared at each other, subtly shifting the previously angry mood in the room. When he looked down and sighed, Silas couldn't help his eyebrows drawing down. "What?" he prompted, only a trace of impatience left in his quiet voice in the face of such odd behavior. But he had already moved on - time geared back into motion as Luca continued to strip them, ignoring Silas completely. Typical. Still, his hands gravitated automatically to Luca's broad chest when it was bared to him, easily distracted by the sight and feel of his skin and moving to paw at his back and pull him closer, but instead Luca was re-positioning them, lifting Silas to a slightly higher vantage and pulling his legs apart to slip between them. He didn't stay upright with Silas, though, moving down and away, perplexing him even more as his lips fell down his skin. ..What was this? Silas watched him kiss down over his hips, his mouth popping open for a small, excited breath when he even ventured as far as the inside of his slim thigh. This was a sight Silas never thought he would see, Luca's dark face wandering and kissing between his legs. He didn't think Luca would ever willingly get that close to his dick. But there he was, his mouth torturous inches away, making Silas's head spin with hopeful fantasies that made his cheeks burn. It didn't even occur to him how little he might want such a thing to happen, given the unnatural sharpness of Luca's teeth. He was reminded of those teeth soon, however, a small, high noise escaping him as Luca nipped at his creamy skin. It took Silas's distracted mind several moments to remember the prominent artery in his leg. Of course. His disappointment was oddly short-lived, though, giving way to a gasp as Luca sunk his teeth all the way through his skin. He eyes fastened onto Luca with even more focus when he heard the low, pleasing groan between his legs. ...God. Being bitten there was so... different. He'd never been so staggeringly aroused by Luca feeding from him. His lips slipped and sucked insistently over his soft thigh, even the pain from the bite lessened by the soft cushioning in his leg, making it feel more like a wet, intimate kiss that weakened his hips and slackened his legs farther apart the longer it went on. He'd been half-hard already, but now he was solid and aching in no time at all, watching with shallowing breaths as he wondered how this could actually feel so good. He knew it was partially his imagination driving him wild, basking in the sight of Luca down between his legs, but the feel of his hungry mouth sucking from the tender flesh of his thigh was somehow just as unutterably erotic. Silas's hand dipped restlessly into the smooth line where his hip met his leg, incredibly tempted to grab hold of himself since Luca was more focused on other things, but his fingers twitched and paused apprehensively. He shifted some of his weight as his hips began to vibrate shakily, a tiny, unwilling moan escaping his mouth before he could try to hold it in. "Nnnn. Luca..." It was meant to get his attention, to tell him he was feeling extremely impatient by now, but the way it followed his pitiful little noise made it sound much more like a lover's groan of praise, making his eyebrows worry slightly in embarrassment even as he continued to look so obviously pleasured. The twitching hand in Silas's lap moved instead to twirl his fingers into a handful of Luca's dark hair, tugging to make him look up. He said nothing else, not quite trusting his voice, but his eyes held a communicative edge that told him to hurry the hell up, rather amusingly contrasted by the vulnerable way his mouth hung open and his apparent fluster.
  21. Free!dom

    What do you mean no one wants to be Ai?????? WHO- WHY WOULDN'T SOMEONE WANNA BE AI IF I WASN'T DEDICATED TO BEING SONO'S REICHAN I WOULD HAPPILY BE MOMO'S AI OR RIN'S SOUSUKE can i just have three icons is that doable. how about i just make my icon the whole cast. y/y
  22. Love Bite

    “Vaffanculo! You fucking idiot! Are you so damaged in the head that you've already forgotten the other night? Huh?†Silas growled indignantly at being handled like a child (again), the sound coming out oddly through his forcefully puckered mouth. He tried to jerk his chin away when Luca gave him a lazy smack to the head, but as always, his grip wasn't so easily slipped out of. He just had to demean Silas any way he could, didn't he? If the look in his eyes was any indication, Silas was about ready to start smacking him back, not that it would do any good. Well, maybe he had started it. Not that he would give Luca the satisfaction of saying that aloud. Silas was too caught up in their argument to linger on the fact that he'd been fucking a two-hundred year-old geezer, rather focused instead on whatever Luca was building up to say, his tone provoking Silas further already. “That's jealousy.†He should have expected it, but the implication took Silas off-guard either way. His expression twisted with distaste like he just knew Luca would make it about that, but his eyes were defensive and confused, trailing away from Luca's face as though he couldn't even look at him if he was going to say some stupid shit like that. Jealous... What the fuck was this, high school? But in the safety of his mind, he couldn't help but recall the hot surge of... something he'd felt, something angry and hurt, when he saw Luca smiling at that perky blonde at their cute little table for two. What was so fucking special about her? he'd wondered. And had it been a real smile? Or just the same one he had given Silas when they first met, superior and teasing with the smug knowledge he'd have what he wanted by the end of the evening? Silas had wondered about it for the rest of the night. Well, there was no way he was owning up to that. But Luca was the one who was so closeted he had to run and wine and dine some stupid chick just to feel straight again, when he knew damn well Silas satisfied him. That was how he saw it, at least. Why else would he keep having Silas come around, if he was so content with his sex life already? Why else would he have changed his tune so quickly and dramatically after that first fuck, if not because it had blown his mind? There was no way he could convince Silas he wasn't in denial. He froze as Luca suddenly pressed up flush against him, exhaling softly with the intention of sounding disapproving, tense and still against him. He leaned down to speak directly by Silas's ear, each low tone and tickling breath making him fight down a shiver. “And if you were jealous, then I have to wonder what that means. What you think of me. What you want out of me.†Silas squirmed uncomfortably with resisting hands at Luca's shoulders, but all that did was make him slither even more pleasantly against the solid body pinning him in. He cursed his traitorous heart for pounding in his chest, knowing by now that Luca could probably hear every hard beat like a drum. It rushed blood to his face, staining his cheeks with apparent excitement as he struggled for words. What the hell was he supposed to say to that? He was silent for just a little too long, betraying his own fluster. "Fucking - yeah, okay, it pissed me off. But not 'cause I want anything from you. Or 'cause I'm jealous. Jesus." He gave another pathetically half-hearted attempt at reducing their bodily contact. "I don't give a shit if you fuck other people; do what you want. It pissed me off because you won't pull your fucking head out of the sand. Guess what, Luca: straight men don't like fucking a guy as much as you do. Treating me different like a little midnight secret while you take real ladies out on fluffy dates won't make you any straighter. Get over yourself, already." He knew just how much of a hot button this was for Luca, and that was exactly why Silas was always compelled to press it. If Luca wasn't such a freak about it, he wouldn't hear a word about it from Silas - but right now it was all he had to fling at him. Fortunately, it rang true. The last bit, anyway.
  23. Love Bite

    There were often moments that gave Silas pause in which Luca did something decidedly inhuman. Sometimes it was too quick or smooth a movement, almost like a spider's in how difficult it was to register, and other times it was something even simpler, just a look. He faced one of those moments as Luca lifted his sharp eyes to fix them silently on Silas, the striking color of blood on his mouth making him an even grislier and more surreal sight, making Silas's heart fall like a stone into the pit of his stomach. He barely saw Luca's arm move before there was a crack against his mouth and his ears were ringing, wrenching a pitiable little noise of surprise and pain from his bleeding mouth on impact. He sat there stunned for a few long seconds, his head still turned as his cheek prickled and stung. ...Are you fucking kidding me? Did this motherfucker really just backhand him? By the time Luca had wrenched him up by his shirt and swung him around, Silas had come back to his senses, his seething eyes locked in challenge with Luca's as he murmured his threats. Silas was too livid to take them at face value at the moment. To him, all it sounded like was how dare you talk back to me? I'm the King! It was practically a tantrum. For all the dangerous sincerity in his voice, Silas hardly blinked. It wasn't that he didn't know Luca's words to be true. He had bruised Silas even accidentally enough times for him to know Luca could royally fuck him up, if he wanted to. Those things kept him quiet at least long enough to hear him out, but he didn't shrivel under Luca's burning stare, instead seeming to gravitate even closer to him in defiance. "Fuck you," he bit out in a low tone when their mouths were intimately close. He released a sudden spike of rage in a hard two-handed shove at Luca's chest, which, predictably, didn't move him an inch. He knew it wouldn't - didn't think he even wanted it to - but he did it anyway. "You snatch me off the street and jump me then get all pissed off when I get mad and 'mouth off'? The fuck do you want me to say?" God, what the fuck were they even fighting about anymore? He'd asked it rhetorically but, really - what did Luca want to hear right now? That Silas was really sorry, or some shit? What would that do? Even Silas could see this was quickly devolving into some kind of stupid pissing contest - and with their natures, it would only end with Luca forcefully shutting him up, because he could. And it'd probably hurt. Silas wasn't about to lay back and let this asshole stomp all over him, no matter what or who he was. "I don't come over here and give you my blood and let you fuck me so you can slap me around like some bitch. So get to the good part or get the fuck off me!" he demanded hotly with another pointed shove. His eyes were lit up with hissing fire but his blood-stained mouth quivered and hung open with shallow breaths - somehow, despite all the boiling rage he felt at Luca and had been feeling for days, his body still responded automatically to his presence, especially so close. He could shove at Luca all he liked, but getting him farther away clearly wasn't what Silas wanted, despite all the angry things his eyes and voice were saying.
  24. Love Bite

    It was all so abrupt and bizarre. Ten seconds ago he'd been beebopping happily along the sidewalk enjoying the sunshine and now, suddenly, he was speeding down the avenue in Luca's car, barely a foot away from him, the radio crooning some 80s shit he was sure he'd heard his mother singing in the kitchen at some point in his childhood. Thankfully Luca silenced that, at least, going on to tell Silas to shut up, too. Silas wasn't usually the type to shut his mouth at the threat of being punched in it, but something about being so suddenly, easily abducted and the enraged aura emanating from the dark man beside him made Silas reconsider mouthing off again just yet. Instead he gave his signature annoyed huff and put his shoe on the dashboard defiantly as he sank low in his seat, deciding to at least wait until they'd reached their destination. Then he'd tell Luca just where he could shove that entitled, presumptuous attitude of his. When they finally pulled into Luca's garage, Silas opened his mouth to spout one of the several angry things he'd thought to say, but before he could even register the vampire's movements, he was being yanked out of the car. He made a wordless noise of frustration. He was getting really tired of Luca dragging him around like a little kid. What did he think Silas was going to do, try and jet as soon as he could get out of the car? Like he even could if Luca really didn't want him to. "God damn it, Luca, let go of me–" He did, but not the way Silas wanted him to. Instead he was thrown onto the couch, his back hitting the smooth leather with a grunt. He was still prepared to go off until Luca quickly erased that option, interrupting his sitting up with a large, tanned hand closing tight over his throat, forcing him down onto his back again. Even as his heart clenched with a rush of fear at his anger, Silas's eyes spit seething, green sparks up at him, even though he could still barely meet Luca's eyes through his dark sunglasses. "You drive me fucking insane," he growled with some difficulty. The way he said it, Silas believed it wholeheartedly. It felt like justice. Good, he wanted to spit in response. But he couldn't; he was hardly even able to breathe. He could only watch Luca struggle for words and try not to look like he was in pain, unable to see what crossed his eyes but feeling every bit of tension roll through his body as he pinned Silas down. Finally he seemed to give up on words: instead, Luca kissed him. And what a kiss it was. Silas hated it. He hated the way his heart jumped with fierce excitement the moment their mouths mashed together. Loathed the way he couldn't help but groan low in his throat when Luca's tongue forced its way in to push at his, making a shudder reverberate from his spine all the way through him. If he couldn't breathe before, he really couldn't now. It was everything he wanted, and Silas couldn't stand it. His hands twisted roughly into Luca's long hair and pulled, though it was unclear whether he was trying to pull him away or if he just couldn't fight the urge. He didn't even care that Luca made his lip bleed, just tried to inhale what air he could as he sucked the red from his lips. When Luca pulled away Silas's hands caught on his dark glasses, making them tumble uselessly to the ground and finally revealing those warmly-colored eyes. The wild look in them was less than warm, however. His pupils were tiny, making his gold-tinted eyes seem large and feral – Silas got the distinct impression that he was hungry. But surely he'd fed when he took his little date home? Silas sucked in a huge breath of relief as Luca let go of his neck, panting to fill his pained lungs with sweet air as he waited for Luca to dip down and bite over his usual marks. But he didn't. Instead he grabbed Silas's wrist and bit savagely into it, forcing a pained, indignant noise of alarm from his throat. He'd thought this would be the part where they had angry makeup sex, but apparently Luca wasn't done trying to get back at him for walking off on him. Silas's anger flared hotly again in response. "Augh – what the hell, Luca!" he protested angrily, reflexively trying to yank his arm away at first. But he didn't seem like he was going to let go. "What, did you not eat the other night? Your little fake blond wasn't good enough for you?" He said the last bit with a satisfied edge in his tone, even puffing a bitter little exhalation of a laugh. "No. She probably didn't even let you fuck her, after you ran off like that. I wouldn't blame her. What a shitty date that must have been. Guess that's my fault, huh." Not that he sounded even remotely sorry. Smug was more accurate. If Luca was going to hurt him needlessly, Silas didn't feel the need to hold back a single thing he wanted to say at that moment. "Hah.. Sorry," he said, tossing the word like a piece of trash, with as little meaning as possible.
  25. Love Bite

    The days went by slowly as fuck. Silas spent them with Wes, for the most part; thankfully, he lived alone, and was the kind to let friends and drifters through all the time, so it didn't bother him much. Silas didn't even have to sleep on the couch. Not that being in bed with Wes was particularly enjoyable for him anymore. The lanky stoner had actually seemed excited to see Silas, since he hadn't been around much after Luca showed up, but he found the feeling wasn't so mutual. Now Wes just seemed... slow, somehow, and passive and groundlessly full of himself, and he always came too fast. Still, Silas needed the break from Jacob. That feeling obviously was mutual, because he hadn't tried to call once. Whatever. It was pretty inconvenient not having any of his things, but Silas was just stubborn enough to do without, getting by with borrowing some of Wes's draping clothes. At least he had his guitar. When Luca would spring into his mind and hot, hissing feelings would bubble up from his gut, he would pull it out and play until his fingers hurt, speeding up even fast-paced songs to challenge himself, or maybe just because he was so flustered. Several days into his stay with Wes, the afternoon rolled around and Silas was teeming with restlessness. Wes was still snoring in bed, so Silas wrangled some semblance of an outfit from his closet and decided to get some air. It was warm out, so he jacked a soft, slinky tank top that showed off a bit of his chest and a slender pair of light capris. They went so cutely together that it made him wonder if they even belonged to Wes. Maybe some girl had left them... Oh, well. He didn't like to admit it, but some of Silas's favorite clothes were from the women's section, anyway. So what if his horizons were a little wider than most men's when it came to clothes? If it fit him well and looked good, why shouldn't he wear it? It felt nice to be out in the sun and fresh air. Silas was surprised how much lighter he felt, strolling around in his unusually cutesy attire and watching people mingle and go about their business. It all seemed delightfully peaceful and normal until some weird black BMW screeched to an unpleasant halt beside him on the street, making him jump a step away in alarm. He glared a little, slowly taking a couple more steps, but the passenger-side window started to slide down, revealing a shaded but instantly familiar face that made his gut turn over even more violently than it had been the past few days, now that he was abruptly here in the flesh. Silas's mouth fell open as he did a complete double-take, eyebrows drawn down with confusion and displeasure. He hadn't even known he could be out during the day. "Luca?" "Get in the fucking car." What Silas wanted to do was tell him to fuck off - who was Luca to just fucking show up and order Silas into his car when he could very well be in the middle of something? like hating his guts? - but what he actually did was walk right over and open the passenger door. Silas huffed in disbelief at himself as he plopped into the expensive leather seat, slamming the door shut. "What the fuck?" Why did he listen? Had Luca just pulled some vampire shit on him again? Silas reached for the door handle but Luca was already speeding off again. His temper flared indignantly at having no choice in the matter. "Are you kidding me? Did you really just use your shitty magic on me? What do you want?"