[The words are offered sarcastically. Kol rolls his eyes at Edward and goes to the liquor stand to pour himself a bourbon. It takes the edge off when he feels like feeding, or gets edgy around someone. ]
I figured I gave you enough about myself earlier that you wouldn't need to dig into my mind anymore. Yes, my blood heals humans if they're sick. I can bring someone back from near death. Are you a human near death Edward? Is there anything wrong with you that I should know about? My blood isn't going to make you fucking human. I'm not that magical. If a human dies with my blood in their system they turn into one of us. It's really not all that healing in the long run. I told you, vampire blood does nothing for us.
[Walking back over to Edward again, he rips his wrist open and smears it over his lips, forgetting to be polite about it at all. Kol can be an ass when he forgets that he's being kind.]
( the scent of the other's blood fills him and the monster inside growls for it. edward stares down kol — stares down the way he smears the red across his lips and he finds himself swallowing out of forced habit. as a means to try and keep control of himself in this moment. )
It's not like I want to hear your thoughts.
( he never does with others but sometimes, things slip through.
a shake of his head, eyes still shining black, he turns away. )
[when he hears the growl, Kol remembers himself and the patience that he's been trying to have. He's had his whole world taken from him and the last thing he wants to lose is this too. Smacking himself mentally, he sits back on the bed where they were.
He leans over and wipes the blood away and takes a deep breath.]
I know you don't. I know we don't ask for this, this life, and I didn't ask for my temper sometimes. Please forgive me Edward.
[He tries his best to pull back Edward's attention. It's difficult, the fight, the temptation and the pain. Kol can feel it, even without having shared blood, because he's been through so many similar experiences. ]
This life. I've lived it a lot longer than you have, and you are so strong. I want you to feel safe and able to trust me. I am here for what you want. What is your fear, let me know. We can leave if you want, or stay. I am here for you.
( fingers curl into palms, nail biting at cold skin. he keeps himself turned some from kol, as if he needs to in some attempt to control himself and yet, in all the strength he uses to keep that control over his thirst, he lets something else slip. something that, from the slight crack in his voice, is difficult to admit. )
I don't know how much longer I can fight this urge.
( a beat, as if he needs to clarify and, when he does, it's with that shiny black gaze lifted to meet kol's. )
For you.
( not his blood. for him. for... whatever they've managed to make with each other and this friendship. )
[All this time, Kol has fought it. He's fought the devistating attraction that he's felt. He's fought to keep so much of this to himself because Edward's kept himself so calmly collected. Even their kiss was gentle in its pressure. There wasn't too much heat, too much fire behind it.
Kol was certain that Edward was going to suggest blood when he spoke, but Kol? He wanted Kol? There was a damn that broke in the Original. He'd worked so hard on his control.
It was being held together by the thinnest wire. He'd prepared himself for the bite, for the pleasure of Edward's mouth at his wrist. He figured that was all he'd find, but this. Looking up at him, those black shiny eyes, met dark black fire of their own. Kol's eyes rippled with red, and then stopped, showing his desire clear. ]
I don't know if I'll be able to hold back if we start, or if I'll want to. I mean, if you say stop... but I- Edward, you know I want this, have wanted this. You.
[He takes Edward's hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing each fingertip, sucking at them with tiny pulls of his teeth, not enough to break the surface, but enough to give promise..]
( he knows— or. he's had a feeling and hasn't been too sure what to make of it himself. this is new to edward for a myriad of reasons and, as such, he's done what he always does when faced with something he wants but shouldn't: he's fought it, tooth and nail.
but then kol takes his hand — touches each fingertip with lips and he watches, eyes somehow growing darker as he does. for it's not only the thirst for blood that fills him, but a thirst for something else as well. for someone else.
when he speaks, it's strained. )
I need to drink...
( or else things will get worse. for him at least. )
[Having already removed his shirt, Kol moves in closer and knowing that this is bound to eventually get more intimate than he had planned he leans in and kisses Edward lightly, running his fingers through the other male's hair. He swallows down his natural instincts and takes a shaky breath, holding the hand that he had been kissing against his chest. ]
I will give you my wrist again, or you can have my neck. I trust you, and I know exactly how hungry you are. You cannot hurt me, remember that. You can read my thoughts, I will leave myself open. It's okay. I want you to know that no matter where you drink from, how you drink, it will only feel good.
[Slowly, Kol takes their joined hands and holds them out, and tips his head to the side at the same time, exposing the long expanse of pale skin for the other. The neck is much more intimate, but he knows that Edward is worried about what biting might make him, but in Kol's mind, all he wants is the bite. The pain is absolute pleasure for him. It's such an incredible turn on-- it's hard to even voice.]
( the way the other offers his neck to him like he is... it's difficult. too difficult. resisting any longer is sure to drive him mad, he thinks, but there's still that sliver of hesitation. still that voice that tells him not to.
ultimately, the hunger and thirst win over and he reaches for kol's neck, hand grasping one side of it. firm. staring.
and so he bites. sharp. skin breaking and blood flowing into his mouth and the sound he makes as the taste of the other's blood... it's euphoric in its own right and sends shivers throughout his body as he drinks. as he feeds. as he swallows down the warmth of the other in a greedy desire. )
[The reservation is there, and Kol understands it. He wonders if he pushed Edward too hard, or too far, but all his reservations fall away the moment those teeth sink into his neck. It's pleasure at in it's most basic and raw form and Kol moans long and low.
He drops the hand he'd been holding and wraps one hand up in Edward's hair holding him there, feeling the draw of his blood being pulled from his body and the tightness of pain as it sings through his system. It's a double edged sword of ecstasy that no one but a vampire would ever understand.
His other hand reaches under Edward's shirt, and blunt nails drag down the vampire's back, hard enough that Kol might have made marks on a normal person. Stretching higher, he pulls Edward's body up against him further, wanting to feel as much of the younger vampire as possible while he feeds from Kol. ]
Fuck, that feels so good. It's been so long since I've had anyone, anyone I've let this close to me.
( one hand grips the side of kol's neck as he feeds, letting himself be pulled and shifted and guided so much closer against him, lost in the haze of how good he feels on his tongue — running down his throat.
he tries to not fall too much into it — into that greed for more that all vampires have felt when they've been starved for good blood and kol's tastes almost electric on his tongue, sending pinpricks of pleasure throughout him as he keeps drinking, spilling red warmth down the curve of the other's shoulder.
yes. it was a good thing for that shirt to be removed.
with a quickness, he pushes kol down against the bed and falls with him. still drinking, knee between the other's legs and, finally, he pulls back and it's with such a sound it borders on that of an orgasm almost. that good. blood dripping down his chin, he licks over his lips, and a hand fists fiercely at the sheets beside the other's head as he takes it all in. as he lets the other's blood nourish him in ways that has his eyes shine differently. )
[With warm crimson trickling down the side of his neck and Edward there doing something that somehow felt more than natural, Kol can't help but moan. A part of him wants to rip off both their clothing. His fingers tighten in the back of Edward's shirt, next to where he'd been gripping tightly at the other vampire's skin and fabric begins to rend. The hollow sound of it mingles with the filthy slurps coming from the open wound at Kol's neck.
Before he can pull it completely apart, Kol finds himself pressed deeply against the springs of the mattress, as if Edward was going to push him right through it altogether. He wraps his legs around Edward's hips and thrusts up mindlessly, feeling the totality of bite and the growing erection between his legs. It's like a drug far better than heroin surging through his veins. ]
Fuck, Edward...
[The actual thought of ripping the shirt goes away, and the fabric is merely gone without Kol even realizing that he tore through it. He had to have Edward against him, touching him everywhere possible. When the vampire finally pulls away, and stares down at Kol with those gleaming eyes, his body shivers.
Kol lifts his head up and licks at Edward's lips, taking all the excess blood until he's licking inside and pushing Edward into a heated and needy kiss. The noises he makes are low and there's no mistaking all that he wants as he all but feeds from the mouth he's attached to licking, biting and lapping at the inside of it. ]
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( the thirst is still there with him, but he pushes it aside, much as he can, for the moment. )
Your blood heals. I heard it.
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[The words are offered sarcastically. Kol rolls his eyes at Edward and goes to the liquor stand to pour himself a bourbon. It takes the edge off when he feels like feeding, or gets edgy around someone. ]
I figured I gave you enough about myself earlier that you wouldn't need to dig into my mind anymore. Yes, my blood heals humans if they're sick. I can bring someone back from near death. Are you a human near death Edward? Is there anything wrong with you that I should know about? My blood isn't going to make you fucking human. I'm not that magical. If a human dies with my blood in their system they turn into one of us. It's really not all that healing in the long run. I told you, vampire blood does nothing for us.
[Walking back over to Edward again, he rips his wrist open and smears it over his lips, forgetting to be polite about it at all. Kol can be an ass when he forgets that he's being kind.]
Do you want it or not?
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It's not like I want to hear your thoughts.
( he never does with others but sometimes, things slip through.
a shake of his head, eyes still shining black, he turns away. )
Forget it. I'll find something else.
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He leans over and wipes the blood away and takes a deep breath.]
I know you don't. I know we don't ask for this, this life, and I didn't ask for my temper sometimes. Please forgive me Edward.
[He tries his best to pull back Edward's attention. It's difficult, the fight, the temptation and the pain. Kol can feel it, even without having shared blood, because he's been through so many similar experiences. ]
This life. I've lived it a lot longer than you have, and you are so strong. I want you to feel safe and able to trust me. I am here for what you want. What is your fear, let me know. We can leave if you want, or stay. I am here for you.
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I don't know how much longer I can fight this urge.
( a beat, as if he needs to clarify and, when he does, it's with that shiny black gaze lifted to meet kol's. )
For you.
( not his blood. for him. for... whatever they've managed to make with each other and this friendship. )
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Kol was certain that Edward was going to suggest blood when he spoke, but Kol? He wanted Kol? There was a damn that broke in the Original. He'd worked so hard on his control.
It was being held together by the thinnest wire. He'd prepared himself for the bite, for the pleasure of Edward's mouth at his wrist. He figured that was all he'd find, but this. Looking up at him, those black shiny eyes, met dark black fire of their own. Kol's eyes rippled with red, and then stopped, showing his desire clear. ]
I don't know if I'll be able to hold back if we start, or if I'll want to. I mean, if you say stop... but I- Edward, you know I want this, have wanted this. You.
[He takes Edward's hand and brings it to his mouth, kissing each fingertip, sucking at them with tiny pulls of his teeth, not enough to break the surface, but enough to give promise..]
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but then kol takes his hand — touches each fingertip with lips and he watches, eyes somehow growing darker as he does. for it's not only the thirst for blood that fills him, but a thirst for something else as well. for someone else.
when he speaks, it's strained. )
I need to drink...
( or else things will get worse. for him at least. )
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I will give you my wrist again, or you can have my neck. I trust you, and I know exactly how hungry you are. You cannot hurt me, remember that. You can read my thoughts, I will leave myself open. It's okay. I want you to know that no matter where you drink from, how you drink, it will only feel good.
[Slowly, Kol takes their joined hands and holds them out, and tips his head to the side at the same time, exposing the long expanse of pale skin for the other. The neck is much more intimate, but he knows that Edward is worried about what biting might make him, but in Kol's mind, all he wants is the bite. The pain is absolute pleasure for him. It's such an incredible turn on-- it's hard to even voice.]
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ultimately, the hunger and thirst win over and he reaches for kol's neck, hand grasping one side of it. firm. staring.
and so he bites. sharp. skin breaking and blood flowing into his mouth and the sound he makes as the taste of the other's blood... it's euphoric in its own right and sends shivers throughout his body as he drinks. as he feeds. as he swallows down the warmth of the other in a greedy desire. )
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He drops the hand he'd been holding and wraps one hand up in Edward's hair holding him there, feeling the draw of his blood being pulled from his body and the tightness of pain as it sings through his system. It's a double edged sword of ecstasy that no one but a vampire would ever understand.
His other hand reaches under Edward's shirt, and blunt nails drag down the vampire's back, hard enough that Kol might have made marks on a normal person. Stretching higher, he pulls Edward's body up against him further, wanting to feel as much of the younger vampire as possible while he feeds from Kol. ]
Fuck, that feels so good. It's been so long since I've had anyone, anyone I've let this close to me.
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he tries to not fall too much into it — into that greed for more that all vampires have felt when they've been starved for good blood and kol's tastes almost electric on his tongue, sending pinpricks of pleasure throughout him as he keeps drinking, spilling red warmth down the curve of the other's shoulder.
yes. it was a good thing for that shirt to be removed.
with a quickness, he pushes kol down against the bed and falls with him. still drinking, knee between the other's legs and, finally, he pulls back and it's with such a sound it borders on that of an orgasm almost. that good. blood dripping down his chin, he licks over his lips, and a hand fists fiercely at the sheets beside the other's head as he takes it all in. as he lets the other's blood nourish him in ways that has his eyes shine differently. )
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Before he can pull it completely apart, Kol finds himself pressed deeply against the springs of the mattress, as if Edward was going to push him right through it altogether. He wraps his legs around Edward's hips and thrusts up mindlessly, feeling the totality of bite and the growing erection between his legs. It's like a drug far better than heroin surging through his veins. ]
Fuck, Edward...
[The actual thought of ripping the shirt goes away, and the fabric is merely gone without Kol even realizing that he tore through it. He had to have Edward against him, touching him everywhere possible. When the vampire finally pulls away, and stares down at Kol with those gleaming eyes, his body shivers.
Kol lifts his head up and licks at Edward's lips, taking all the excess blood until he's licking inside and pushing Edward into a heated and needy kiss. The noises he makes are low and there's no mistaking all that he wants as he all but feeds from the mouth he's attached to licking, biting and lapping at the inside of it. ]