Blood and Water
by Myka
Chapter 8 - "Red"
Warnings – blood, sex
Mille stared at Marron's still midnight eyes as he held him close; both of them draped in red satin covers, hands intertwined.
Marron's cheeks displayed a shade of pink and Mille just couldn't stop looking at him. He kept tracing lines across the small of Marron's back. Soft, warm strokes that made Marron's breath catch in his throat and made him lean forward and catch the corner of Mille's mouth with inexperienced kisses. "What happens now?" he asked.
"Now?" Mille repeated. "Now we stay like this."
Marron frowned slightly, almost unnoticeable. "I want more."
"Marron," Mille pressed Marron closer, avoiding his eyes, his face. "I just don't think it's… appropriate," he stretched out the last word.
Marron blinked. Then pushed Mille away enough to be able to look at him, he didn't even blink. "I know I've never been with anyone, but what if we die and-"
"You are not going to die," Mille cut his words.
"Tell me, Mille. Tell me you are sure we won't die tomorrow, that we won't die because of what's happening now and I'll believe you," Marron said. "I will believe you."
"I…" Mille paused, he couldn't answer, he wasn't' sure.
"I'm afraid," Marron admitted. "But if something happens to you… or to me… I want to know that I was yours and that you were mine. Even if it's just for one night. The way I feel right now…"
Mille smiled, and pushed Marron's hair behind his ear. "You are already so precious to me. To touch you. I don't want to hurt you more if things come to worse."
"Worse?"
"I will do anything to keep you from dying," Mille said in a determined voice.
"Anything?"
"Even if I become one of them I can still save you."
Marron shook his head slowly. Confusion and wariness reflected in his eyes. "What does that mean?" he asked raising his voice slightly while he gripped the side of Mille's arm below the shoulder.
Mille felt the pressure on his arm as Marron pressed his fingers against his skin. Strong. Stronger than usual. Mille stopped and thought; really thought about it; but with such a direct question like that there really was no way around it.
"If I turn into one of them, I will die to save you."
Silence. Deafening. Marron's wide golden eyes. His grip got tighter. "No!" he yelled. "You cannot do that!"
"Don't you understand?" Mille replied. "I cannot see you condemned to this!"
"No! It's you that doesn't understand!" Marron yelled. "That I don't care! I don't care what happens. Going back to normal or turning into a vampire. I don't care as long as you stay with me!" He looked away for a second. "Mille I..."
Mille took a deep breath and opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't have the chance to say anything. Marron pressed their lips together with force, passionate, devouring. Mille couldn't think of anything else but to respond to it, return it with the same fire and heat.
Mille's hands held Marron's face as they kissed; his fingers touching gently across Marron's pale skin. Without thinking his kisses trailed down the length of Marron's neck and his hands had moved down to untangled the knot that held the young mage's robes. Marron shook. His whole body just tingling all over, as he gripped Mille's shoulders tightly and tried to follow the Haz Knights movements with his body. A needy gasp escaped his lips and he reached out; fingers finding the small hair tie Mille used and pulling it out. Purple locks fell down and Marron stood still as Mille gracefully tilted his head to the side. He didn't say anything and simply took Marron's mouth again.
Mille felt like his hands, his mouth, his entire body had a mind of their own, and yet there was still a rational part that kept telling him this wasn't a good idea. The rest of his thoughts just couldn't understand why? Marron seemed to jump slightly wherever Mille touched him, as if his hands were on fire. But Marron responded to each and every one of them by touching too. Hands eagerly untying Mille's sash, fingers searching. Before he realized it he was bare from the waist up, the same as Marron.
It was then when the thoughts that told him to stop reacted and he paused. He felt something sharp grazing his back, his vision swam, his head throbbed, and for a second he thought he saw Marron's eyes turn to a shady tone of blue-green. The word 'stop' got caught in his throat and Marron suddenly bit his earlobe and whispered, 'don't you dare stop."
That last rational thought fluttered away. All that remained was to feel. Even if he knew that some of it was tainted by the vampire blood, he also knew that most of it was very real. What Marron had said before, and how Mille; above all else; wanted Marron to be safe. To be loved. An he loved him. He had no more doubts. He was completely in love with him.
Marron suddenly moved and laid back against the mattress, pulling Mille towards him, until the knight settled comfortably on top. Marron grinned and Mille returned the look, proceeding to search for those last bits of clothing left and remove them.
Their clothes piled up by the side of the bed. Marron moaned softly as Mille touched him in all sorts of new places. Skilled fingertips traced lines across his body. A lap of tongue against his nipple that made Marron's back arch towards it. Mille seemed to be testing which touches Marron was more sensitive too, which made him squirm and moan loader. Marron tried to return every touch equally, but Mille was way ahead of him and suddenly the touches stopped.
Marron opened his eyes lazily propping his body up a little from the bed with his elbows. He saw Mille kneeling in between his legs, staring, waiting. Marron had the sense to feel embarrassed for a second and instinctively started to close his legs, but Mille placed a hand on one of his thighs, stopping him. He reached out and wrapped fingers around Marron's cock, slowly teasing the head with his thumb. Marron fell back on the bed again, pleasurable shivers running up and down his entire body.
The thumb was replaced with a tongue. Marron's toes curled against his will, his hands holding tightly to the sheets as he moaned louder. Then he was surrounded by heat when Mille took him into his mouth. Sucking, licking; it was driving Marron to the brink. Then Mille stopped suddenly and Marron whimpered a little for the loss of that heat; but before he could complain Mille lay on top of him and kissed him. Their bodies pressed together, their cocks rubbed together. "Marron..." Mille whispered as he kissed him.
"More," Marron said in return.
Mille moved a hand between Marron's legs as he continued creating the friction between them. Marron felt the tip of slippery fingers searching, probing, until they found that little opening and pushed. One of Mille's fingers was inside him, slick and wet, softly moving in and out of him. Marron didn't know or care where Mille had gotten the oil. He moaned louder and there was suddenly a second finger probing even deeper than the first. Marron stopped thinking coherently and just shivered and twitched with each small thrust.
Marron felt lips brushing against his. Mille said his name in a whisper, then a small warning. A hand under his thigh pushed his legs wider apart and suddenly; the fingers were gone and replaced with something larger and thicker. Marron had an instant to open his eyes to see Mille above him and he became all aware of the heat at his entrance. Then Mille pushed, spreading him wider, going inside him.
A small gasp escaped Marron's lips that sounded like pain and Mille stopped his movement to lean forward and trace a hand down Marron's face. "Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop," he said before kissing him. Marron met those yearning purple eyes and returned the touch.
"I feel it, Mille. I feel you inside me. It feels wonderful," Marron said with a smile. Mille smiled back, allowing the tinge of joy he had been feeling completely spread and he kissed Marron deeper. For a brief moment everything that had happened and all his troubled thoughts disintegrated into nothingness. All that matter was here, and now, and Marron.
Mille set is palms on either side of Marron pushing himself up at the same time as he moved his hips and pushed slowly going deeper inside until he was completely in. He bit his lower lip and closed his eyes submerging himself and all his senses to that particular spot. But then Marron's hands grabbed his shoulders and Mille opened his eyes to see Marron's lips open.
"Move," he said through half lidded eyes.
Mille did. Slowly at first. Almost pulling completely out of Marron before thrusting back in. Marron would make a sound deep in his throat every time Mille filled him. His hands holding tighter to Mille's shoulders; the sound becoming louder as Mille thrust harder and faster. Mille kissed him, pulling him closer still and Marron raked his hands across Mille's back as he kissed the Haz Knight back. Skilled fingers wrapped around the length of Marron's cock, stroking him. That's when Marron stopped thinking and he knew he was going to cum. He whispered Mille's name with silent urgency and the Haz Knight nodded once then kissed him again.
Marron came as a loud moan escaped his lips and Mille followed him just moments after whispering Marron's name. Mille fell exhausted over his beloved after pulling out of the receiving body; trying to keep his consequent breathes under control. Marron found himself in the same situation as their foreheads brushed together. They both starred at each other for endless moments; not thinking about anything at all. Marron felt a sudden surge of exhaustion flow over him. He slowly wrapped his hands across Mille's neck and lowered his head enough to kiss him once before sleep consumed him, never noticing the slight shock that appeared on Mille's eyes. The Haz Knight grabbed his own purple locks in a single handful, pushing them to one side of his head. He then felt for his back, cringing in slight pain at the touch and finding small droplets of blood on his fingertips. He immediately searched for Marron's hands and stared at them in silent horror as he gazed down at a perfect set of ten sharp fingernails.
"No."
"Hnn" Mille returned his attention to Marron who was muttering in his sleep.
"I love you, Mille…"
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Marron came back to the world as small rays of sunlight touched his face. He raised a hand up to them massaging his eyelids softly, extending his other hand to search beside him. His eyes snapped open and he immediately sat up when he found the spot empty.
"Mille?"
The Haz knight stood by the small barred window; arms crossed and already fully clothe; the morning rays enhancing all his features. Marron sighed.
"Morning," he said in a soft tone.
Mille made a slight movement, acknowledging that Marron was awake. He then raised a hand towards the sun rays invading the room as if trying to touch them. Marron noticed the odd reaction to his greeting, but said nothing as he waited for his lover to speak.
"It stings," the knight spoke very softly almost a whisper.
"What?" Marron asked, confused by the words.
"The sun," Mille said now a little higher "…it hurts."
Marron remained still for a while, he didn't panic, he just thought. "What does that mean?" he asked as he looked at Mille from his spot on the bed. The Haz knight removed himself from the annoyance of the sun and returned to his place by Marron's side on the bed.
"Show me your hands," Mille ordered and Marron obeyed; no questions asked. The Haz knight grabbed his lover's offering hands and studied them with detail; not saying anything; and silently comparing them to his own. Marron's fingers possessed none of the sharp nails that where on his own fingertips. Had he imagined the whole incident last night? No. The proof was there; all across his back. Most of the scratches where in places he couldn't physically reach; but once an aspect of the vampire blood exposed itself, it always remained. Beyond the fact that it was way too early for any changes to be happening to Marron. It made no sense at all.
"Is something wrong Mille?" Marron asked in a tender tone.
Mille lied. "No. Everything is fine."
Marron looked over at his reflection in the mirror; he had put on the clothes that had been left for him; a new set of robes much like his own. He peered his head out of the bathroom to see Mille inspecting the door. "Hey, Mille; check this out," he announced in a very cheerful tone as he paraded the attire. "You think someone stole this?"
Mille only glanced at him slightly, then returned his attention to the door. "You can ask Jezzabel when she comes to get you," he said without thinking.
"What?" Marron asked, slightly shocked.
Mille cursed under his breath; he had forgotten to tell Marron about Jezzabel's plans. He told him.
"I am not leaving you," where the first words that came out of Marron's mouth as he embraced the knight from behind. Mille force himself out of Maron's strong hold; turned around and grabbed his shoulders violently starring at his midnight eyes. "Yes you will!" he yelled at him. His heart throbbing in pain when he saw the distraught look on Marron's face. But this was the only way he could make him understand; the only way he could convince him…and it was tearing him from the inside out. He grabbed Marron's hand and dragged them up right in front of his face. "You…" Mille hushed, no words capable to come out of his mouth. Fine. If he couldn't tell him, he would show him.
Mille removed his long sleeved shirt with one swift movement and presented his back to the shaken mage; exposing a dozen small scars all over his skin. Marron starred as he tried to make sense of what was being showed to him. Mille couldn't - wouldn't have done that to himself. Besides; most of the wounds where out of the knight's reach; he was the only one that - "But my nails are not sharp," Marron concluded as he stared at his own hands; trying to decide what bothered him the most; the fact that he had manifested something of the vampires in such a short time or that Mille's wounds were almost already healed.
Mille turned around once more as he put his shirt back on. "Last night they were…" he pointed out as he took Marron's hands. "Which is impossible, since once an aspect of the blood raises to the surface; it remains." Mille finished, frustrated by all of it.
Marron remembered. "That's not true," he said with certainty.
"What?" the Haz knight questioned.
Marron spoke. "Back at home; the day after Jezzabel blooded you; you got angry at me and grabbed my throat. Your eyes were dark for that second, not amber."
"This can't be," Mille thought, everything he had learned was being opposed. Every single textbook he had read on the subject said the same thing. And yet here they were; both of them; defying every word those textbooks had. "Something doesn't fit? What are we missing?" The answer was right in front of his face.
"We are feeding it," Mille concluded, voice almost a whisper.
"We?" Marron asked.
"Our abilities; our magic is feeding it. Vampirism started with magic, and we have lots of it," Mille said, slightly thrilled with his discovery.
Marron frowned a little "But you already told me this,"
"Yes," Mille interrupted, "but I was just speculating with me; now I have proof-"
Someone laughed, a high pitch tone that infiltrated the room and forced both hunters to look towards a darkened corner of the room. "About time you figured it out," Jezzabel mocked at them. They both glared at her. "Well, it doesn't really matter now," she added and grinned, directing her eyes at Mille. "You have five minutes to say goodbye before I take him away."
Mille grunted; not really surprised to see Jezzabel hiding in the shadows. "How can I trust you?" he asked her. Jezzabel stood; head held high.
"I swear on Kalek's blood that you will see him leave through that window," she stated pointing out towards it.
Mille nodded; satisfied with her answer; she nodded in return and disappeared among the mist.
Marron wrapped himself around Mille again the second she left and rested his head on the knight's chest. "If she dies-will my change stop?" he asked solemnly.
"She is the link that keeps the change in me and you," Mille answered drifting fingers through his beloveds hair and Marron suddenly didn't want to ask the next question. "And if your heart stops?" he finally asked.
"Then you're only link will be me," the Haz knight answered him in a grim tone.
Marron inhaled deeply. "I'll go. I'll get the others, and then I'll come back for you."
Mille shut his eyes. "All right." The stiffness in Marron's body immediately disappeared after Mille's acceptance of his words.
"Can you do something for me?" Mille asked out of the blue and Marron nodded immediately.
"Give this to Tira," he ordered, handing him a small envelope that seemingly appeared out of nowhere, "and please don't read it." Marron wondered for a bit, but agreed at the end without asking any questions about it.
"How much time do I have?" the young mage asked.
Mille took in a deep breath and pulled Marron closer. "Tomorrow night," he answered him, his voice faltering a bit. Marron notice but didn't say anything. Mille held tighter to his lover and kissed him when the door unlocked. He broke the kiss, releasing Marron from his hold. The mage headed towards the now open door; a silent promise in his eyes; then left through it, as it closed back behind him. Mille stood alone; fresh tears decorating his face.
Goodbye Marron…
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Carrot cursed as a tree branch slammed into his face. "Hey Gateau! You could try and pay some attention to who's behind you once in a while!" he screamed infuriated.
The muscle man grunted ignoring the words and quickening his pace. "You're slowing us down" he replied.
Carrot glared at the blond. How dare he say that? If anyone was in a hurry, it was he. Marron was in danger.
Someone grabbed his arm and Carrot turned to stare at Tira who held a comforting look on her eyes. Tira knew Carrot was restless; he had been since the second Mama had told them where Mille and Marron where and why. Vampires…who would have thought…
Carrot managed to release his tension with the help of Tira's comforting touch. They would get to their destination and he would save his brother.
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Marron walked in silence behind Jezzabel, thoughts and ideas consuming him until he just couldn't take it anymore.
"I'll be back for him," he stated to deaf ears and the silence grew between them. Marron frowned. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked, annoyed.
"I would suggest you shut up!" Jezzabel spat at him; still heading on forward. "I have a promise to keep."
Marron glared at her, clenching his hands. "I won't let him die."
"He's not going to die," she said, sure of her words.
"Then what do you call it once his heart stops beating?" Marron replied, still angry. Jezzabel finally stopped in front of two huge doors and turned around to face him.
"Do I look dead to you?" she mocked as she placed a hand on her own chest.
"In some ways you do," Marron answered in the same tone. She huffed, her expression changing as she crossed her arms. Marron did the same in defiance. She finally reached for the door; opening it wide as she avoided the sun; her dark eyes full of loathe and resentment.
"Get out of my sight!" she spat at him. "Come back after you've had your first taste of blood," she said, exposing the fact that she knew Mille had blooded Marron and that she wasn't very happy about it.
Marron stood still for a while, freedom just one step away. "Why are you letting me live?" he asked.
Jezzabel stirred a little at the question, her demeanor completely changing. "He would hate me forever if I killed you," she said softly.
"You don't want him to hate you," Marron pointed out, noticing the obvious. Something in Jezzabel broke. Her muscles spasming slightly as her grip on the door tighten.
"My plan was so perfect; it wasn't suppose to be like this," she started as she released all the tension she was bottling up inside. "He was supposed to be happy with the gift I've given him; he was supposed to be grateful that someone was taking his loneliness away."
Marron blinked in astonishment. This was not the woman he had grown to dislike over the past few days; her demeanor, pose, tone…everything was different. But which was the real one? "Why would you believe he was lonely?" the young mage asked, his need to know growing.
"No one shared his bed," she spoke softly as her gaze drifted towards Marron.
Marron's eyes widen, red reaching his cheeks. She knew…she knew he and Mille had made love the previous night. Jezzabel's dark blue eyes starred at Marron. Marron blinked, shaken by those eyes. There was no malice in them, no vice thoughts, just…sympathy?
"I made a mistake," Jezzabel suddenly confessed, taking Marron completely aback by her words. Marron was about to reply when she spoke again. "But it doesn't matter now," she added. Marron wondered, somewhere deep inside of him hoping, desperately hoping that maybe, just maybe she could…
Jezzabel laughed. "Don't think I'm willing to sacrifice myself just because I feel bad for my actions," she said, back to her usual demeanor. "Because I won't! What's done its done; besides…you'll be like us soon too," she breathed out. Marron looked at her expression she looked tired…so very tired of everything. "Give us some time; give him some time to come to terms with the change. I won't' let him kill himself," she added.
"Wouldn't you think it would be better if I was around?" Marron asked in hopes of a yes; but Jezzabel never faltered.
"No," she said with certainty, "seeing you would only keep reminding him of finding a way to save you." Marron took her words in, accepting them.
"Then you give me no choice," he said as he walked through the doors and turned around. "I'll be back for him and I won't let him die. It's what he wants," he declared.
Jezzabel's hand shook against the door again. "You will try. Besides; how much help can you get when his time's almost up," she finished, shutting the door on Marron's face, not allowing him a chance to reply to her words.
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Jezzabel slammed the door with all her might, anger coursing through every inch of her skin. Admitting that she'd been wrong in her actions had taken all her will. But still it was the truth.
"I warned you didn't I?" a sulky voice said behind her. Jezzabel kept her back at the owner of that voice as she still clutched to the door. "You did," she said.
"He will be trouble, Jezz; we should get rid of him-we should get rid of both of them," Aldren said in a soft voice.
"I can't," Jezzabel admitted, "I still care for him; he was the first who ever cared for me."
Aldren grabbed both of Jezzabel's shoulders and turned her around; matching red with blue. "We care about you; your family is here now. I don't understand why you felt you needed to blood him," he said in a condescend tone. Jezzabel starred at him as a smile formed on her lips.
"Oh, Aldren" she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. The kiss ended and Jezzabel found herself in the best mood she had been since all this mess had started. "I'm sorry I made you jealous," she apologized. Aldren pouted at her words; he would never admit he was jealous. Jezzabel suddenly stared at the floor, feeling gloomy again. "How should we deal with this?" she asked.
Aldren sighed and held her. "Whatever happens; we'll deal with it when it happens."
Mille looked on through the window. He was certain Jezzabel would keep her word; she had too much to lose if she didn't.
He had lied to Marron, and it was tearing him apart. The way he saw it, they where in a no win situation. That he and Marron would be condemned to an eternity of nights and blood was not an option. Not now-not ever. He had experienced first hand how horrible this world could be. Nobody deserved to be thrown unwillingly into that world; especially not Marron.
It seems I will see my last sunrise for you.
It ends tonight.
