Abe shook his head, so many concerns regarding Locke, his sister and his Vampiric Sire welling up in his mind and threatening to overwhelm him as he suddenly woke as though having fallen asleep in a classroom. He forced himself to calm his racing heart as he noticed a presence that was hungry, oppressive and darker than anything he'd thought to come across again made itself known in the shadows near his tank.
He turned, and a pair of large glowing red eyes peered out from the pitch blackness that almost seemed to writhe and paw at the light around him. Abe shivered and swam back from the creature that appeared, large paw-like taloned hands holding it up, the forefinger and thumb with larger talons than the other two. It disappeared from the light, though Abe could almost hear the sound of someone cautiously climbing the metal staircase that led to the access hall above his tank. Abe swam up and cautiously peered over the edge of the access hatch as it moved closer. It stopped, just beyond the light, eyes peering out from the black beyond his room. It waited, appearing almost saddened, watching as Abe hoisted himself up out of his tank, the creature slowly moving into the room, light barely able to pierce the writhing shadows on it. The shadows seemed to cling to it, obscuring the face beneath a mane of what he noted to be long blond hair, though messy, and the large white wings on its back with ragged bloody scars at the base of each.
"L... Locke?" Abe asked shakily, and the beast, reptilian or almost bat-like in appearance, tilted its head to one side and let out a solemn whine. Locke had somehow become this monstrosity, again as he had before in the lake when battling the Kelpie, and Abe had no idea what he would do. That must have been why there were wards around his room before, meant more to keep him in, than anyone else out.
Abe soon found himself backed against a wall, a single long vertical scar from Locke's lower jaw to his hairline along the right side of his face visible, more so than he had been able to see it before. Locke sat before him, hunched over, long Canine skeletal-appearing muzzle mere inches from Abe's face. He didn't make move to harm him, or say anything, likely as his current form made it near impossible for him to do so. Abe realized he wore the necklace Locke had given him, and cautiously, moving slowly to avoid startling this beastial form of Locke, and cupped the small red blood-droplet pendant. The red eyes narrowed in the sunken face, and then widened again.
"That's it. You can control this." Abe whispered, and Locke whined, seeming to recoil from Abe. Abe tried to follow, rising, one hand still on the pendant, and Locke snarled, swiftly moving to pin Abe to the floor with one passive paw, maw wide in a hiss. Abe stiffened, then carefully moved to expose his neck, the red slowly being replaced by green-gold in Locke's eyes. He seemed to let out a deep rumbling purr, cautiously leaning down and then uttered a growl almost in warning before he nuzzled Abe's throat, and bit into him.
Abe didn't make a sound, biting back a scream as, instead of the euphoria and bliss he felt before, was replaced by white hot agony. He writhed, Locke flaring out his wings and placing his hand-like paws on either side of him to pin him and gently pressed himself down against Abe, to keep him from getting away. As he fed, Locke's form slowly returned to normal, and the pain subsided. Abe shuddered, affected by something else released from Locke when he withdrew his fangs and lovingly licked over the wound, as it was much more than a simple bite-mark this time.
Locke pressed himself to Abe more, the fishman finally realizing that Locke's change in form was likely a result of his Bloodlust. He gasped, feeling Locke fondling him, and finding he was more open to it than he thought he would be, Locke normally shy and apprehensive, now acting on full instinct. The air seemed to be permeated with lust, and their mental feelings increased what their bodies desired. Locke gently ran his sharp nails over Abe's chest and along his abdomen to tug at his clothing.
Abe moved to do similar, finding that Locke was already without clothing, likely as he didn't form any on his body when his form returned to normal. Locke tugged off the neoprene shorts Abe customarily wore, and gingerly stroked his erection, eliciting a moan from Abe. The two remained there for a little while, Abe enjoying the touch and caresses from Locke who soon seemed to realise he was being more aggressive than he expected from himself, teasingly rolling off Abe and lying on his side.
Abe cocked his head to one side, curious as he could tell Locke wanted to continue, and seemed to have something else he was hiding. Locke blushed then, returning to some level of coherency, gingerly taking one of Abe's hands and placing it on his own abdomen. He encouraged Abe to look deeper, without saying a word, and he did so gladly. Abe then realized, through his psychic abilities, that Locke was male, primarily, but had both Male and Female sets of working reproductive organs.
Abe blinked, gills turning deeper red or violet as he smiled, Locke returning the smile lightly as he could sense that Abe had questions, but they could wait and his concerns didn't resonate with Locke, so he pushed them aside. They would be each other's first as well, and Locke purred, leaning forward to kiss Abe gently, one hand gingerly caressing his gills. Abe shuddered, arching his back and deepening the kiss, pulling Locke closer, being careful around his wings. He gingerly moved his hand to the back of Locke's neck, and caressed the stones there, eliciting a moan from him. They continued this gentle teasing for some time, before Locke withdrew slightly, and moved to roll onto his back, wings flared out behind him, looking at Abe seductively.
Too worked up to do anything otherwise, Abe moved to lie atop Locke, who spread his legs slowly. He seemed nervous, and smiled sheepishly at Abe, who gently stroked the side of his face reassuringly. He waited until Locke was comfortable, and smiled when Locke playfully tugged on one of his gills.
Abe then gently pressed his length into Locke's opening, both stiffening and gasping, Locke digging his nails into Abe's back. Abe felt some slight resistance in Locke, and looked to him for direction. Locke let out a slight moan, arching his back carefully, his wings flaring out and twitching lightly with each motion, encouraging Abe on. Locke let out a slight hiss and wince, Abe pausing before Locke took hold of one of his hands, intertwining their fingers as he wordlessly said he was alright, that the slight pain would have been the thin hymen protecting his cervix tearing.
*You certainly know a great deal about female anatomy…* Abe mused wordlessly as he mouthed the side of Locke's neck. Locke chuckled slightly, causing his purring to sputter.
*I made it a point, to know for myself as much as my sister…* Came the simple response, as Abe shifted his weight slightly, Locke doing the same, the two slowly thrusting against each other as their caressing switched between tease and rough clasping or gentle clawing. They both tensed, when Locke awkwardly pressed his back, and the still raw base of his wings, against the cold tile floor. Abe paused, Locke aching for him to continue despite the discomfort, Abe not wishing to cause more harm to the already damaged and slowly healing wings. Locke then smirked, flipped them both over to instead be atop Abe, purr catching for a moment as the sensation of Abe within him increased with the shift in position. Abe gasped, letting out a silent moan as Locke gently ground against him, leaning forward to groom and gently mouth his collarbone, hair spilling over to lightly play along his skin and scale, gills working feverishly as he just couldn't seem to get enough air, all of the sensation of their intertwined sexes near overwhelming.
After what felt akin to an eternity, Locke became more sensitive, Abe picking up on this and gingerly taking hold of his length, which pressed against his abdomen lightly with Locke sitting atop him. Locke gasped and straightened up, pressing his hips down against Abe as he threw his head back, hair obediently flying back and out of the way as he lovingly gazed down at Abe, who gently began to pump his hand along Locke. Locke groaned, hands placed on Abe's chest and gently kneading as their thrusting picked up again, both lightly moaning and panting as their bodies tensed and prepared for climax.
Locke plunged first, pressing himself against Abe as he let out a somewhat muted, yet exuberant exclamation of his release, wings flaring out as his opening spilled fluid and length pumped seed across Abe's front. Abe, tied to Locke emotionally and, although unintentionally, empathically feeling his lovers' pleasure as well as his own, followed Locke off the edge. His seed pumped into Locke, or so he assumed as they were so entwined, physically and mentally, that neither seemed to register as being separate for some time. As the glow of their lust faded, Locke gently lifted himself off Abe, his shaft slowly softening and falling away from his opening as he moved to gently lie next to him on the tile, wings lightly folded against his back. Abe rolled onto his side, looking Locke in the eye as he traced Abes stripes with a fingertip, still lightly purring at the pleasurable numbness in his abdomen and hips. Abe gently caressed Locke's face, only now realizing that Locke seemed to have extended his aura around them, and the area only a feet away from them was dark as pitch.
*A precaution. I know there's a camera in here, so I surrounded us with shadow to keep our activities from being seen.* Locke explained calmly, his thought-speech sounding almost drugged. Abe only smiled, closing his eyes as his energy had been almost completely sapped, Lockes' purring lulling him to sleep, barely registering the cold touch of shadow snaking along his body to clean him of any spent fluids, and place his neoprene shorts back on him without moving him.
Once Abe had fallen asleep, Locke sighed, blissfully content to simply remain with Abe on the cold tile, naked, though he could tell Abes skin had begun to dry out and he himself had need to return to his coffin, if only to rest a bit more before the next day. He moved to gently kiss Abe's closer gills, the fishman murmuring slightly and smiling as he writhed half-heartedly in his drowsy state. He didn't wish to leave, however Locke used his shadow to clothe himself, pants and light shirt only, still preferring to walk about barefoot, after a long moment and rose, gingerly picking up Abe, opening the hatch above his tank, and gently letting him fall into the water. He watched a few moments as bubbles rose to the surface, cleared and ripples slowly dissipated before he lowered his shadow from the hall, and was met with Hellboy glaring at him from the top of the stairs.