Hello, one and all. Here I am again with yet another chapter. I am happy by the way, it is turning out and I really hope you guys are enjoying it. Not like anyone reads these things at the beginning anyway but I will do my normal intro.
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Well from this point out the story, titles are lyrics in songs (Because I am not creative enough to think of one on my own and because it may fit the situation of the chapter.) No one guessed but the first five chapter titles were from the song, "I can't fight this feeling anymore" by REO Speed wagon. It is an oldie but a goody. Check out the song, it fits for Vincent and Vilkas.
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Chapter 6: Can't fight this feeling anymore
Vilkas awoke suddenly in a cold sweat. It took him a moment to catch his breath and realize that he was no longer dreaming. His heart was thudding quickly in his chest and his pulse raced. He could hear his wolf howling in fury and screaming in frustration. He tried putting his hands to his ears to block out the noise but that was in vain. Those howls came from his very soul and he could never unhear them.
He let out a ragged sigh and waited for the wolf to calm itself. It eventually always settled down but it took much longer this time. The wolf's aggression was starting to take a toll of Vilkas' body and willpower. He had promised himself and Kodlak that he would hold the wolf at bay for his own soul's safety but it was getting harder with each passing night.
He had had the same nightmare. Vincent died in his arms again and some unknown magic caster smote Vilkas. The wolf seemed extremely displeased by this nightmare and Vilkas could not put his finger on exactly why. Possibly, because when Vilkas died in the dream, the wolf saw it as weakness? Or maybe it had to do with Vincent's death. Yesterday when he had retreated from Vincent's living area, his beast had howled in displeasure for hours. It had wanted Vilkas to march back in there and claim the mage.
That was not happening. No. Fucking. Way.
It was possible that his wolf had pent up aggression. Without being released to hunt and the lack of a mate, his wolf had become anxious. It had been awhile since Vilkas lay with a man or woman. Three years at least. Not because he did not want to per say, just that he had not felt the need to. He wasn't attracted to any of the wealp's or members of the circle and he defiantly wasn't interested in the harbinger. They didn't get too much traffic in Jorrvaskr and when they did, it was usually some idiot that got themselves killed within the fortnight. But Vincent….he was different.
Vilkas groaned as the wolf decided to fill his head with rather lude images of Vincent and hid his face into his bent legs. He felt bad thinking such things about someone who was practically a stranger. He didn't know anything about Vincent really. He ran a hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He should get up and…oh shit. His eyes widened slightly as he remembered promising to take Vincent on the mission he was to go on today. He was just a sucker for punishment it seemed.
He slid his legs over the side of his bed and got up. He might as well get ready for the day and figure out how to approach Vincent. When dressed, he applied his war paint and slung his sword on his back. He needed to talk to Vincent at least…maybe learn more about him. If he did know more…maybe, he wouldn't feel so bad about being so attracted to him.
When he left his room, he almost slammed into Aela and Skjor who were walking toward the harbinger's room and talking.
"Oh, Vilkas!" Skjor spoke and put an arm around his shoulders. Vilkas could tell this already wasn't going to end pleasant. "Aela and I were having a discussion and perhaps you could offer us some insight."
"Okay…What about?"
Skjor smiled at Aela and she smiled back. Something in the way they smiled made Vilkas nervous but he decided not to raise concern.
"Well, you see Vilkas…" Skjor began "…our circle is strong. Very strong-"
"And we plan to make it stronger." Aela interrupted.
"Okay…so what is it you need my input on?" Vilkas asked, not liking where this conversation was going.
"We're thinking about adding a new member to the circle." Aela finished with a grin.
"And we have no magic currently in the circle of profound use, anyway…"
Oh no.
"…and we were thinking…"
No.
"…that maybe we should…"
No. No. No.
"..Add Vincent as a member."
HELL FUCKING NO.
When Skjor finished talking Vilkas, swat his arm off and glowered at the two of them. They seemed honestly surprised by the action, apparently not knowing how much this upset Vilkas.
"NO."
"But Vilkas-" Aela started but Vilkas cut her off.
"NO!" he slammed his fist against the wall and practically snarled at them. "NO! This will NOT be happening!"
Skjor sighed. "Vilkas, we understand."
"No, you don't!"
"We do, Vilkas." Skjor tried to reach out and touch his shoulder but Vilkas swatted it away. Skjor regarded the younger man with his one good eye. "We understand your dislike of magic but Vincent's magic would be a great asset to the circle and the glory of the companions. He's strong. Stronger then the other whelps."
"I said, no." Vilkas spoke through clenched teeth, trying to regain his temper.
"Don't be unreasonable, Vilkas." Aela scowled. "Magic isn't all that bad."
"This isn't about his fucking magic!"
That took them both aback. They could have sworn if Vilkas had any objection, it would have been to the fact that Vincent was a mage. His shouting got Kodlak's attention because the old man appeared in the doorway to the hallway.
"What's all the yelling about?"
"Vilkas is against the idea of letting Vincent into the circle." Aela clarified for the old man.
"I see…is this true, Vilkas?"
"It is." His mouth was set in a thin firm line and he wouldn't budge on it. "Vincent won't be a member of the circle…not if I have anything to say about it."
"All because he's a mage?" Aela glared at Vilkas and folded her hands in front of her.
"I said no!" Vilkas glared back. "This has nothing to do with his goddamned magic!"
"So, what is the problem then Vilkas? Enlighten us." Skjor interjected before the two were at each other's throats.
Vilkas took a deep sigh and a glance in Kodlak's direction. The old man was leaning against the doorframe, starring right back at Vilkas and waiting for his response. Those eyes said that they would not judge him when he spoke what was in his heart. So he did.
"I will not condemn him."
"What?" Skjor asked.
"I will not condemn him to being like us! To be a member of the circle he would have to be like us! I will not allow it!"
"Condemn?" Aela huffed. "It is a gift, not a curse Vilkas. You'd be wise to remember that."
"It's not a curse to you or to Skjor! To my brother, to Kodlak and to me…it's a curse. I will not let that curse fall on Vincent!"
"You don't really have a choice in the matter." Aela smiled a bit smug. "That choice is for Vincent. He can choose to be what we are and accept the gift."
"He wont." Vilkas glowered. "He wont."
"Oh, so now you speak for him too? Last I checked you didn't own the mage. I'm sure he has his own opinion."
"That's true." Skjor sighed. "I spoke to Farkas about this and he told me Vincent seemed unbothered by the fact. I was surprised when he found out but accepting. I too, have talked to Vincent over these past weeks and he seems interested in joining the circle."
"Did you tell him he'd have to be like us?" Vilkas turned his gaze from Aela to Skjor.
"…no."
"I'm sure his tone would have changed."
"I'm not so sure, Vilkas." Skjor sighed, obviously disliking the argument. "I've stayed up countless nights with Vincent, just talking to him. He's a good kid and full of promise."
Vilkas felt that burning sensation in his gut again and his gaze hardened on Skjor. "You…stayed up at night to talk to him?"
"Yes. On more then one occasion. The boy has lots of questions about the companions and our history and of Skyrim in general. I told him he'd be better off talking with you about our history." He smiled fondly. "I've grown rather attached to him."
"Awww. Skjor. You're getting soft." Aela mocked playfully and swatted him on the shoulder.
Vilkas was not listening to her though. His gut burned horribly and for a moment he thought about ripping into Skjor's good eye. His hands clenched and unclenched at his side as horrible thoughts of maiming a good friend of his entered his head. He bit his lip. Hard. Then shook his head. How could he even think about such a thing? He knew the feeling in his gut was jealousy but to kill over it…? His wolf's feelings were starting to mingle with his own…This wasn't good.
"Unfortunately…" Kodlak spoke, getting everyone's attention. "…The choice is up to Vincent. I am sorry Vilkas. If he wishes to take upon the curse of Hircine, then we can do nothing to stop him…"
Aela put back on a smug smile, much like a child who had gotten there way. "You see."
Vilkas pushed past them and stormed down the hallway. Aela shrugged at Skjor and went into her room. Skjor looked to the harbinger and gave a curt nod, before he too retreated to his room. Kodlak stared after Vilkas and sighed. The poor lad was just too fiery for his own good.
Vilkas found Vincent outside in the courtyard. It was midday already and the sun was shining brightly. A gentle yet chill breeze was all around them, making today the perfect kind of day. Vincent was sitting under the overhang in the shade, reading. Farkas was near by him, swinging his two handed sword at the poor practice dummy. To his relief, Torvar was nowhere to be found. Last thing he needed was that man hanging around Vincent. His jealousy had already been at an all time high today and the appearance of Torvar would just make it worse.
Vilkas took a deep breath, silently asked himself why he felt so nervous and then walked over to the redhead. He awkwardly sat down and glanced at his lap. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Vincent's lips curve up into a smile.
"So, what are you reading?" Vilkas began lamely.
"Horrors of Castle Xyr."
Vilkas looked up at him and saw the redhead had turned his attention from the book to Vilkas entirely. "That sounds horrible."
"It's a play."
"Sounds like a bad play."
"I hear it's popular in Morrowind."
"That would explain a few things."
Vincent shut the book and set it aside. He gazed at Vilkas for a long moment before speaking. "What's wrong Vilkas?"
"…Nothing."
Vincent rested his hand on Vilkas' shoulder and leaned in again. "You can tell me."
That smell instantly assaulted Vilkas and he shivered as he heard his inner wolf growl in approval. He shrugged Vincent's hand off him and stood up quickly. He ignored the questioning look the mage gave him. "We have a mission to do today. Are you ready to go?"
Vincent nodded, still looking confused and stood up. "Yes, I have everything I need. I even made some crème for my face so it wouldn't burn."
Vilkas' brain derailed for a moment. "What?"
Vincent huffed and dug around inside of his coat for a moment before pulling out a small vial. "I made this today. It will keep my skin from burning."
"You're worried about your skin burning..?"
The mage pouted. "Yes. My skin is really fair. If I stay out in the bleeding hot sun all day, my face will be as red as my hair by the end!"
"So you would look like a tomato."
"…."
Vilkas couldn't help but laugh at the mental image. "Wow."
"That's not funny."
"Yes it is!" Farkas called out as he set his sword down. He joined his brother in laughing.
"Oh, you are both horrible." Vincent shook his head and put the vial away. "Well I won't give you the satisfaction of watching me put it on because I already did it." He stuck out his tongue. "Let's go then."
After waving goodbye to Farkas, they set out on the road. Vilkas knew the way so he was leading and Vincent was close behind him. Sometimes he was a bit too close for Vilkas' comfort. Not that he was purposely trying to be close…the poor mage probably had no idea what Vilkas' inner thoughts were. Even though he still hated magic with every fiber of his being he couldn't hate Vincent no matter how hard he tried. Apathy would be the best way to drive the mage from his life but he found that harder to do with each passing day. Especially since Vincent admitted to 'like' fighting with Vilkas. That made everything much more complex and he wouldn't he able to drive Vincent away by fighting.
Then his selfish side didn't want to drive the mage away. That small part of him that told him he actually wanted this. A small piece that whispered how much he wanted to be with him…and how this wasn't just a fling. Vilkas did his best to bury that part of him but with every smile and every gentle touch, that thought became more proximate and Vilkas had to work extra hard to keep it from the light.
A hand on his arm snapped Vilkas out of thought and made him jump in surprise. Vincent looked up at him and smiled apologetically.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you."
"You didn't scare me."
"Well, I was calling your name and I guess you didn't hear me. Do you mind if we stop for a moment? I would like to collect some of the plant life around here."
"Yes…sure…" He prayed Vincent let go of him soon. Even that slight touch was enough to light Vilkas' nerves on fire. It was by sheer willpower that he didn't tackle the pretty redhead into the grass near by. Though the thought became more and more tempting and he was sure that was due to the wolf's influence. Hold him down…claim him…mark him…
"Great! Thanks Vilkas." The redhead let go and walked into the grass and near a fallen tree to collect some of the bark and mushrooms growing on it.
Vilkas took this moment to mentally curse himself and his wolf. God damnit. Stop it, stop it, stop it! He took another moment to collect himself before walking over and sitting in the grass near Vincent, who was organizing what he had collected.
"So, where are we going Vilkas?" Vincent asked, not looking up from his ingredients. "You haven't told me yet."
"Oh." so he hadn't. He hadn't even thought about it. "We are going toward Riverwood. An escaped criminal from Falkreath has ran toward there and fallen in with some bandits. We are to kill him and be done with it."
"He's not going back to jail?"
"No. The employer said to just kill him. No pleading, no bargaining and no stalling. Just a quick death."
"What has the man done to deserve such a thing?"
Vilkas looked to Vincent, who had put his ingredients away and was now starring at Vilkas intently. "I don't know. I think they told me he was a murderer."
The answer seemed to satisfy the mage and he nodded. "Okay."
There was a pause between them. Neither looked away from the other. They just sat in the grass, facing one another and a moment of peace drifted in. It was obvious to Vilkas this was the perfect time to ask about him.
"Hey, Vincent…"
"Yes?"
"…" He couldn't believe he was doing this but… "Tell me about yourself."
"Me?" Vincent blinked. "Why?"
"I…want to get to know you better…as Skjor and Farkas do."
A small coy smile came to Vincent's lips and Vilkas instantly regretted this. Gods damn that smile.
"Someone sounds jealous."
"I'm not." Vilkas huffed. "I'm just asking a damn question."
"Yeah. Okay." Vincent didn't sound like he believed him. The little bastard.
"Fine. Don't answer me."
"Oh stop it Vilkas. I'll tell you." His smile turned from coy to genuine and Vilkas almost had to look away before he fell into the softness displayed in those copper orbs. Why was it suddenly so hard to look right at him…?
"Okay…go ahead then."
"Mmm… lets see." Vincent tapped his own chin with a leather-clad hand. "Well, I was born in High Rock…but I'm pretty sure you knew that. Right on the edge of the Iliac bay and a few hours away from Daggerfall. It was a fishing village and my father was the prominent fishermen there."
"What was your dad like?"
Vincent paused for a moment. "I...don't really remember. I was only five when he died of a fever sickness. He was born with it and struggled with it his whole life. I remember my mother telling me that he was very kind though."
"Oh."
"Before my father died, my mom gave birth to my little sister Grace. Grace was born with the same sickness father had and none of us expected her to make it." He smiled a bit fondly. "Grace was a fighter though. You would have liked her. She survived but that sickness was always with her, just as it was with father. The memories of father were always too fresh so my mother moved me and my sister to Daggerfall."
"Why did she do that?"
"Well, she loved my father. I'm sure the memories of that place she married him and gave birth to his children in must have been painful to her. So she bustled us into the big city with all the rest of the desperate peasantry."
"You were a peasant?"
Vincent laughed. "Is it hard to believe?"
"You don't dress like one."
"Well, with time came a change in living condition."
"Your mother did well then?"
"…no." Vincent clasped his hands in his lap but kept eye contact with Vilkas. "I was around thirteen when we found her dead."
Vilkas blinked for a moment at how casually Vincent had said that. "She died? How'd she die? The same sickness?" He was beginning to wonder if Vincent also had this sickness…
"No. She didn't have the sickness. We found her in the side ally near out house. She'd been murdered for the small amount of coin she had on her."
Vilkas wasn't sure how to react to this. Should he say sorry? He really didn't want to interrupt Vincent's story again… He still felt the need to ask though. "So you and your sister…?"
"We were alone, yes." He sighed. "The orphanage was already overflowing and I was thirteen and strong. I did odd jobs to keep me and my sister supported. She leaned to sew and cook and I took an interest in alchemy to keep her illness at bay." he stood up and dusted himself and his coat off. "We should go now."
"But…" Vilkas stood up too. "That's all?"
Vincent wore a blank expression for a moment. "What do you mean?"
"You said a change in living condition changed. How did you learn magic? Why did you come here?"
"…A noble from the city took us in and hired me as his servant. He taught me magic when he saw I had an affinity for it. Grace died when I was seventeen and I eventually left. That's it." The redhead's lips formed into a straight grim line and Vilkas decided he disliked that look on the mage.
"I'm sorry about your sister…You must have been close."
"As close as you and Farkas are."
"How did she die…? The sickness-"
"You know…" Vincent interrupted. "I really don't want to talk about this right now. Is that okay?"
"But I-"
"Vilkas." he snapped with a sudden anger that surprised Vilkas. "I don't want to talk about it. Okay?"
"okay. I'm sorry."
The anger faded from the redhead's face and voice. A smile came in place of it but Vilkas couldn't help but feel that it was fake. "I told you not to apologize. It's not like you."
"Right."
They resumed walking in silence. Vilkas didn't want to see that anger return to Vincent's face so he kept silent. He was more then content to not talk the entire way but Vincent had returned to his normal self and nudged Vilkas in the side.
"So, how about you?"
"How about me?"
"I told you about me…now tell me about you."
"Not much to say. You know most of it already. Jergen rescued me and my brother from a group of necromancers and brought us to live among the companions in Jorrvaskr."
"Necromancers, hun?"
"Yeah."
"Is that why you hate magic?"
"It's part of the reason."
"…I see. Continue then."
"Not much happened. I grew up, I learned to fight and Jergen was like a father to me. He died a few years back fighting brigands outside Dawn star." he grit his teeth for a moment. "He'd killed most of them…but the brigands had a mage. The mage finished him off."
"So you hate magic because of necromancers and brigand mages?"
"No." Vilkas stopped walking and turned to face Vincent. "I hate magic because people who have the power to wield it will always use it for their own benefit."
"What?" he saw the look of utter disbelief cross the redhead's face.
"magic gives them an unfair advantage. Men who work hard their whole lives only to have their lively hood burned to the ground by some mage who has no idea how to use their power, is unfair. A man with magic will not hesitate to use it in order to get what he wants. Necromancy is all the proof needed."
"Not every mage is a necromancer." Vincent scowled. "Not all magic is evil."
"Yeah, well…it's taken almost everything from me."
Vincent's lips parted as if he was about to retort but the words sunk in and no sound came out. It took him a moment before he found his voice again. "You cannot blame every mage for the actions of a few. THAT isn't fair Vilkas. That would be like blaming every man who wielded a sword as a bloodthirsty murderer!"
"men who learn to fight with a blade are more honorable then a mage. They will turn and face an opponent instead of using spell craft to defeat them. It's nothing but base instinct and no unfair advantage."
"I cannot even believe you Vilkas." Vincent shook his head. "I knew you hated magic but I did not expect you to be so close minded! YOU of ALL people!"
"What's that supposed to mean! I think magic is unfair and I am entitled to my opinion, mage!"
"Oh, so you're calling me mage now? What happened to calling me by my name?"
"I-!" Vilkas growled in frustration. "I just don't like magic! You can use it if you want to but don't expect me to accept it! Magic has done nothing to me except destroy my life and spoiled everything it's ever touched!" The look on Vincent's face told Vilkas he had made a mistake. He wasn't one for saying he was sorry but he scrambled to assume damage control. "Vincent I didn't mean-"
"It's fine." Vincent interrupted holding up a hand.
Vilkas grabbed the offending hand without even thinking and gave it a squeeze. "No. Listen."
"…."
Vilkas took a deep breath. "I didn't mean it…The subject makes me say things that I wouldn't normally say."
The redhead's look softened just slightly. "It's okay Vilkas…"
"No…It isn't. I have to take what I said back…because magic has touched you…and you're not spoiled."
He took a deep breath and a moment to realize he was still holding Vincent's hand. The redhead's eyes had softened completely and he looked up at Vilkas with an expression foreign to Vilkas. Vincent's sweet smell invaded his senses again as the mage stepped a bit closer. They were close enough that their chests were almost touching. His pulse raced as he reached his free hand out and cupped the side of Vincent's face. His wolf howled in triumph as he leaned in. He was one-step closer and the distance between their lips was fading. He had tried to fight his urge but just couldn't anymore.
Before he could connect his mouth to the mage's, he heard the whiz of something flying through the air and a sudden sharp pain in his shoulder and thigh. Vincent yelled and shoved away to call lighting to his hands.
"Bandits!"
Vilkas grit his teeth and bore the pain as he pulled his long sword free. Fucking cheep shot bastards! There were four of them and the one with the bow was their target!
"The archer is the target, Vincent!"
Vincent looked up and saw him. "Got it!" With a wave of his hand and the surging feeling of magic being cast he blasted a lighting bolt into the face of the bandit closest to him. The smell of burnt flesh filled the air as the bandit gave out a pitiful yelp as his life ended almost instantly.
The display of power startled Vilkas. He knew Vincent must have been skilled with magic but to see it in action like that slightly unnerved him.
The bandit's retaliated, opening up attacks of their own. It seemed their target was not so good when the targets of his archery were moving. Arrows whipped by them harmlessly and fell somewhere off in the distance. It was still close enough to infuriate Vilkas as he clashed with a two handed fighter and easily overpowered him. He thrust the man's sword aside and buried his own deep into his collarbone. He wrenched his blade free and watched with satisfaction as his target crumbled into a broken, bloody heap.
He heard Vincent yelp and turned his attention in that direction on instant. He saw Vincent duck under another bandits mace swing and try to roll to the side. The thought of someone almost hurting Vincent seemed to instantly kick Vilkas into high gear. Vilkas snarled and charged the mace wielder who dared to swing at Vincent. Pure adrenaline had kicked in and he no longer felt the pain in his shoulder and thigh as he raked his long sword across the mace wielders back, leaving a deep angry gash. When the man screamed and whirled around, Vilkas' sword swung back across his neck. His head rolled somewhere off into the grass and his body fell to the side.
The target wasn't that stupid and decided to try to flee. Vincent got to his feet and quickly called more lighting to his hands. With a quick surge of magical force, he shot it at the retreating man's back. It struck him dead center and he toppled over into a smoking heap. Vincent seemed to wait a moment to make sure all the targets were dead before rushing to Vilkas' side.
"Oh, gods…you're hurt."
Vilkas managed to sling his sword back onto his back before cringing slightly. "It's fine."
Vincent broke off the ends of each arrow and sighed. "We need to get you back to Jorrvaskr so I can remove these properly. Come on." He slung one of Vilkas' arms over his shoulder and helped him limp all the way back to Whiterun.
"Guess the jobs done…" Vilkas muttered and allowed Vincent to help carry his weight.
"Yes…I guess so."
Vilkas barely noticed the transition of time and distance. The pain had numbed his brain and Vincent was so close. He smelt amazing and he found himself wanting to bury his nose into those red locks. He almost chuckled aloud at his own thoughts. Listen to him…sounding like a lovesick lass. Pain makes you think weird things.
It was almost dark by the time they made it back and Vincent had to shoulder check the front door to Jorrvaskr to open it.
"Hello?" Vincent called looking around the common room and helping Vilkas over the threshold. "Where the hell is everyone?"
Vilkas gave a weak shrug, only half listening anyway.
"Shit." Vincent struggled to get Vilkas inside and downstairs, into Vilkas' room. He sat the man on the bed and then got to work. "Of course no one s here when we need them…"
"I don't know where they are. It's unlike Tilma to not be around. Maybe they are all out in the courtyard?"
Vincent looked as if he was debating about leaving Vilkas to go find someone. However he stayed put and pulled off his leather gloves. "We need to get these arrows out."
Vilkas didn't process what was happening until he felt a hand on his shoulder. The touch was gentle and soothing and almost made him want to close his eyes. Then a sudden sharp pain ripped through his shoulder and he bit his lip to keep from screaming at the suddenness of the action.
He glared up at Vincent who held the offending arrow with a soft smile. Bastard.
"Ouch…"
"Oh don't be a baby." Vincent scoffed.
"could have warned me…"
"Fast is the easiest way to do it. You would have tensed up if I told you I was about to pull."
Vilkas felt Vincent touch his wounded shoulder and with a quick tingling feeling he felt his wound begin to close. He almost reeled from the touch and glared up at Vincent again.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
Vincent looked confused. "Healing you."
"With magic?"
Vincent scowled then. "Oh don't start, Vilkas. This is the easiest way to heal you and you'll also recover faster." he went to put his hands back on Vilkas' shoulder but Vilkas grabbed one of his wrists and held it aside.
"I'd rather have you use traditional means then-" Vilkas stopped as he eyed Vincent's hand. The front of his hand was smooth and flawless like the rest of his skin...but inside his palm the skin was scarred. It was an angry looking scar and covered the majority of his palm. He quickly grabbed Vincent's other wrist before he could hide it from view and upturned it to inspect it as well. The same mark marred that palm as well. "What happened to your hands?"
Vincent tried to pull his wrists away but it was in vain. Vilkas made sure he had a tight grip. He wasn't letting go until Vincent fessed up.
"Vilkas, let go-"
"Tell me."
"It was an accident." Vincent huffed. "I burnt them."
"How'd you manage that?"
"I grabbed something hot." He stated obviously. "Now let go."
Vilkas let go, seeing that he'd get no more personal information out of the mage and Vincent dropped his hands to his side. "Does it still hurt?"
"No. They are just…ugly."
"They're not that bad."
A long silence passed between them before Vincent sighed. "I'm going to go back to healing you now. Don't bitch about it being magic, just deal with it okay? I want you to get better."
"…fine."
Vincent didn't have much more to do at the shoulder. He put his hands back on it and the same tingling feeling happened. Vilkas cringed, still disliking the feeling of magic on his skin. Soon the pain in his shoulder was gone and the wound had closed fully. If Vilkas hadn't been to prideful he would have admitted how amazing that was. Magic was indeed amazing and could do all sorts of amazing things…but Vilkas still didn't want it touching him. It seemed that Vincent wouldn't relent however so it was best just to shut up and get it over with.
Then Vincent kneeled between his legs and almost made Vilkas jump a mile upward.
"What are you doing!"
"Healing you." Vincent answered putting a hand gently on Vilkas' thigh. That hand was way to close to Vilkas' crotch for his liking.
"You're not going to rip that one out too…are you?" He asked slightly flustered for more then one reason.
"I told you it's the quickest way."
"You're not ripping that out. It's in a sensitive area and I would prefer a real healer to do it."
Vincent cocked an eyebrow at him for a moment before glancing at the door. "Oh. Hi Farkas."
Vilkas' head swirled around to the doorway, ready to give his brother an explanation to why Vincent was kneeled between his legs. But to his surprise, Farkas was not there. No one was. Wait a minu-Vilkas really did yell as Vincent tore the arrow from his thigh and almost lashed out at him angrily.
"You little bastard!"
Vincent smiled. "If you watched me you would have tensed up."
"Get away from me!"
"No." Vincent shook his head still grinning. "Get over it Vilkas and hold still. We're almost done."
Vilkas grumbled angrily and tried not to tense up and Vincent's seemingly gentle hands returned to the wound on his thigh. That tingling instantly entered his thigh and began closing the wound as it had to his shoulder. However this was starting to have a different effect on Vilkas and he was pretty sure that it had to do with Vincent's hand rubbing his thigh in the way that it was. It didn't feel like just a healer's touch and he could have sworn if Vincent wasn't healing him that he was trying to turn him on! He cursed himself and prayed that Vincent hurried up and finished before he caught wind of the… 'situation'. He could hear his wolf snarling and growling in lust and it made him feel dizzy.
"Vincent…stop." It came out more breathy then intended and he reached out a shaky hand to rest on Vincent's shoulder. "It's fine. I'll heal normally now."
"I'm almost done, just hold on. There is no point in quitting when I'm this close to finishing." He didn't even look up from his work and Vilkas almost groaned in desperation.
Oh gods…please. Please stop…His willpower was hanging by a thread as the wolf chewed at the bit of his consciousness.
He felt the wound close and Vincent gave a sigh of relief. "There." He made the tragic mistake of Rubbing Vilkas' thigh and smiling up at him. "All done."
Vilkas lost himself in that smile and before he could stop himself he bolted off the bed and tackled the redhead to the floor. Vincent only gave out a startled yelp as he hit the floor with Vilkas' weight on top of him. He gripped Vincent's wrists and held them by his head. He watched Vincent's copper orbs widen in surprise and his lips part as if he was about to speak. No words came from his parted lips as of yet…he just stared up at Vincent with only the surprise readable on his expression.
Vilkas knew this was probably going to be a mistake but he couldn't hold back anymore. His grip on Vincent's wrists tightened and with a growl he plunged forward and captured Vincent's mouth with his own. He could hear his wolf give a echoing call of triumph as he had claimed the mage at last.
Author's note- I am so evil.