When It Rains [complete]

\"Fuck,\" Trowa panted, then bit down on Lucian\'s ear harder than he intended. His legendary self-control was shattered. He had lost sight entirely of his comfort zone- he\'d fallen off the Trapeze and was hurdling toward the unknown.



He couldn\'t help but jut his hips forward, aching for more. When he didn\'t receive it, he growled and pulled at the earlobe with his teeth, all the while wondering what the hell had come over him. He felt animalistic, and still so undeniably powerless in this state. Lost, but forward moving. What forward was, he didn\'t know.



He let go of Lucian\'s earlobe, and licked the bite gently. As though separated from his body, he could hear himself whimper. God damn.



He could kill thousands without so much as an outward blanch, although he died a bit inside, and now, at the first point of intimate contact with another person, he couldn\'t control one part of his body. His thighs were trembling, his cock was hard, his hips rocking, and mouth searching, and his voice box producing sounds as an independent entity.



Again, he heard himself moan. He found Lucian\'s mouth and kissed it hard, pushing his own tongue into that wet cavity, just to shut himself up.



One hand, back into that hair, and the other he rested upon Lucian\'s- both circling Trowa\'s cock.







Lucian allowed his head to be pushed against the back of the sofa as the kiss being thrust upon him deepened. He growled with pleasure at the sudden aggression he was being shown, and pumped Trowa\'s length faster, while his free hand whisked across his own body quickly.



Unzipping, unbuckling, untying, unfastening everything across his chest down to his stomach, quickly parting the layers of leather and silver, metals and skins. He couldn\'t stand to be bound by his coverings any longer, and though hesitation crossed him several times in fear of what Trowa might say or how he might react upon seeing the hundreds of scars across Lucian\'s body-- he pressed onwards.



Nothing could keep him from what he wanted now, not a horde of angels, not anybody.

Lucian\'s tongue snaked around Trowa\'s hungrily as one of his fangs grazed the human\'s tongue, and he tasted the first droplets of sweet blood.



A shudder rang through Lucian\'s entire frame, and his grip tightened upon Trowa\'s length, falling still as the last clasp was released and his body suit fell open, revealing his laceration-riddled chest and stomach.







They kissed like gluttons, Trowa barely feeling the prick of Lucian\'s fang on his tongue. He tasted the blood, though, and were he not so aroused, would have pulled away to spit it out.



It reminded him of that world- the world of the coffee mug and the stained carpet- which was not this hedonistic world currently enveloping him in the headiness of sex.



God, Lucian needed to move that hand!



It was too tight- it hurt but in the best possible way. It also held him- no matter how much he thrust himself at Lucian, he gained nothing but a small whiplash.



He pulled away, gasping for breath. On Lucian\'s lips, he saw speckles of blood- his blood. In a strange fit, he swiped his tongue across those lips, taking back that which was his, then kissed his partner roughly, with a closed mouth.



When he pulled back a second time, he then noticed Lucian\'s nakedness. The creature had removed his own clothing, for which Trowa was glad since he hadn\'t understood the mechanism in the least.



Lucian\'s skin. . .



Trowa leaned back to get a better view, taking in the sight of this man with whom he had an unnatural connection. Those scars- bold and ugly from poor maintenance, and repetitive abuse.



He brushed one fingertip over a large one on Lucian\'s pectoral, so gently. From Lucian\'s thick mane, he pulled his other hand, and, without even thinking, hugged his left shoulder, rubbing the largest patch of scar tissue on his own body. Yet another reason they connected on some level, Trowa ascertained.



He lowered his head, and kissed one scar, softly, and with open, puckered lips, swiping his tongue over it in the process.



\"We\'re the same in this way,\" he whispered, then kissed it again. \"The only difference is that I kill anyone and everyone before they can even think of doing this. Of even touching me. Save. . .you, I suppose.\" One more kiss, one more flick of his tongue.







Lucian\'s entire body sagged at the words, the actions. He wanted to weep with delight.



Trowa saw him as an equal rather than a monster, something to put on display and gawk at.



He released the man\'s slick length momentarily, leaning to the side until he slid onto his back on the plush cushions, bringing Trowa with him so that the human was sitting on top of him.

He ran his fingers up the man\'s stomach and chest, around his neck, and along his jaw line, until his hand settled against Trowa\'s cheek.



Plenty had touched Lucian in the past, with or without his consent. Plenty had done as they pleased to him and he wouldn\'t dream of killing them.



Yet they were the same, according to this human.



The same. It unnerved him, but he was too far-gone to abandon this opportunity now.



Swathed too deeply in his own lust.



He pulled Trowa\'s face closer and arched his neck, their mouths connecting as Lucian released another soft moan from the back of his throat. His other hand wound around the man\'s waist and snaked down his back, slipping over the hips and taking firm grasp of Trowa\'s smooth, taut ass as he suckled upon the wound he had inflicted on the human\'s tongue.







Trowa slipped his hands up and down Lucian\'s chest, dwelling briefly on every scar he came across, tickling it, tracing the elegant lines. When his palms located Lucian\'s nipples, he rubbed them slowly, steering the nubs in tiny circles. Experimentally, he pinched both, in turn, then simultaneously, swallowing Lucian\'s groan in their bloody kiss.



Every swipe of the hand on his lower body made Trowa shake. This was too much, and yet so very not enough to sate. . whatever it was. Trowa slipped his legs wider, thankful for his finely-honed flexibility, so that their pelvises rubbed against each other. He ground his hips against Lucian’s, rubbing their shafts together. It all felt right- it felt fucking amazing.



\"Yes. This,\" he moaned into Lucian\'s mouth, breathlessly. Again, and again he bucked his hips forward. For the friction, and the feel of Lucian\'s warm, hard cock against his own.









The halfling broke the kiss to gasp and thrust his hips into the air, pressing his length harder against Trowa\'s. He gave up the pleasure of gripping the human\'s backside in exchange for taking both their erections into his hand, tightening the friction around them.



He marvelled at Trowa\'s expressions, at the way he moved-- and wondered how much stamina a human being really had compared to a halfling like himself.



He wanted to find out. He wanted to know everything.



Lucian filled his hand with Trowa\'s hair and pulled him down once more, this time assaulting the human\'s neck with hastened kisses, nipping at the skin with his teeth and then licking it better, brushing his lips over the reddening marks that were just shy of breaking skin.



He growled once more as Trowa\'s thrusts into his hand came faster, and Lucian did the forbidden--



He sank his fangs into the soft flesh painlessly, without the man\'s permission, and moaned freely as the hot blood filled his mouth.



It wasn\'t that he needed it-- far from it. Simply, it heightened his pleasure, and Lucian was lost in the throes of it, groaning like a human child.



His hand fell away from their grinding shafts and out of the locks of chestnut hair, Lucian\'s entire body spare one part going limp with delight. His eyes squeezed shut as he drew his lethal canines from the flesh and took to simply lapping at the wounds as the flow of crimson elixir slowed.









A gentle tug on his heart and surge through his vein caught Trowa off guard, but only enough for him to cry out incoherently. Whatever he\'d said, he\'d probably regret, come morning. Lucian\'s hand, stroking their cocks as one, brought him so close- too close. He was going to come too quickly, and he knew it. He had no self control. The pressure was building too quickly, and the heat, and the. . .



Suddenly, Lucian\'s hand fell away, and the pull on Trowa\'s heart stopped. All movement quieted to just the rocking of Trowa\'s hips, still forcing his throbbing cock back and forth, and the gentle lapping at his shoulder.



Trowa sad back on his haunches, still straddling Lucian. He closed his eyes, and tried to regain his control, despite the erection he sported, bobbing slightly there between them.



Trowa swallowed the gob of lust that had inched its way into his throat, and panted slightly, dropping his head back, exposing the column of his throat, searching for cool air that wasn\'t saturated with their combined smell.



Was he ready to do this?









Lucian remained helpless on his back, though his eyes snapped open as the luscious elixir was pulled away from his lips. First instinct was to snarl and lunge for it once more, but now that it had been taken from him, he regained some composure.



There was new hesitation in Trowa\'s expression, and Lucian watched it for several moments. It was likely that his foolish actions had just ruined any chances of this union coming to completion.



Lucian would have none of it.



If Trowa was no longer willing to ride out the experience, then Lucian would bring himself to completion alone. He was far too enwrapped in his lust to simply leave it at this.



He reached between his legs and took hold of his own weeping desire with one hand, his other ghosting lightly over the skin of his chest as he began to stroke his length slowly.



Lucian\'s eyes remained focused on Trowa, however, as he licked his lower lip and his breathing came in soft pants once more.



His hips began to thrust beneath the human, and the halfling moaned a slow curse in his father\'s language as his arousal heightened.









Trowa felt Lucian move, and lowered his head, opening his eyes to catch the being take hold of his own erection and rub himself. It was shocking, and Trowa could bring himself to look away. He openly stared at that long fingered hand as it slowly beat the cock, the head of which beaded with lust. Swallowing hard, Trowa took the opportunity to try something he\'d been strangely curious about since his time with the L3 mercs, when he\'d seen two men do just this.



He shimmied back slightly, never looking directly at Lucian, then folded himself nearly in half as he bent forward, toward Lucian\'s erection. He turned his head, nestling his skull and neck against the man\'s inner thigh, and then darted his tongue out to taste the glans of Lucian\'s cock. Just quickly.



He watched that hand speed up minutely, and felt Lucian\'s body quiver at every point where they touched. Trowa tried it again, this time lingering, swirling his tongue over the notch, then pressing his lips to the head, and dragging them down over the crown. One hand, he stuck between his own legs, stroking his erection, while the other he palmed along the inside of Lucian\'s other thigh.



\"I\'ve never done this,\" said Trowa, matter-of-factly. It wasn\'t apologetic, nor was it something he wanted to dwell on. \"I like it, though.\"



Master of understatement, Duo had once called him. A cheeky smile wormed its way onto Trowa\'s mouth.









Lucian\'s breath caught in the back of his throat as Trowa\'s actions became bolder.

So he had been wrong-- the hesitation he had seen in the human\'s face had resulted in greater effort rather than and end to the stimulation.



He choked out another growl of pleasure as the hot mouth closed around the head of his erection once more, the tongue swirling over it repeatedly.



\"Ah... haah....\"



His words weren\'t even making sense any longer.



Pinpricks of light appeared in his vision as hot wires sang throughout his body, and the heavy ball in his stomach curled tighter, bringing his release closer.



\"Ahhh... Trowa...\" he ground out between clenched teeth, rolling one of his nipples between finger and thumb as his hand pumped faster at his length.









\"What?\" asked Trowa in response to hearing his name. He dragged his tongue down the column of flesh and back up the under seam to trace the ridge of the cock-head. He sped up his masturbation, using the precome the slick his shaft, though it was far from enough. He wasn\'t even sure what he wanted anymore, other than the release. So why was he prolonging it?



From Lucian\'s thigh, he dragged his hand over the flat abdomen, the wiry bit of hair, to grasp and squeeze the base of Lucian\'s cock, just as Lucian had done to him earlier. If he was going to prolong his own release, he would help Lucian do the same. Trowa arose, sat back, and watched his companion, his eyes drifting over the rising chest and trembling arms, to rest on Lucian\'s face.



\"You want me,\" Trowa whispered.









\"Yes,\" Lucian replied instinctively.



How many times had he been asked the question?



This time, he meant his answer.



\"Any way I can, Trowa,\" he hissed out breathlessly, swallowing the hard lump in his throat. \"I want you.\"



His cheeks were alight with warmth, and he felt vulnerable, foolish. But his hunger for more was getting the better of him once more, and he wanted it to.



Yet, he didn\'t know what Trowa was or wasn\'t offering, and therefore he couldn\'t take it yet, though he really would take anything given, any way he could as he\'d said.



His tongue ran across his lips once more, sliding across them as he stared up at the man above him, admiring him, adoring him.



This was an entirely different Trowa Barton than he remembered in The Black Hole, and had he been told this would happen after their parting, he wouldn\'t have believed it.



Right now though, Lucian didn\'t know what he believed. He simply wanted that hot, slick mouth pressing upon his pulsing length once more before he went mad with desire.









Trowa smiled to himself at Lucian\'s response- it hadn\'t been a question, but he liked that it had an answer. He liked having that certainty. Both hands he placed on Lucian\'s chest, and he leaned in to kiss those lips again- those lips, stained with blood, Trowa\'s blood. One finger he danced over his favourite scar- the one near Lucian\'s clavicle.



\"How did they fuck you?\" He paused. \"What did they do?\" he amended.









Lucian\'s eyes widened as he stared at the human and heard the words he spoke all too clearly.



Nobody had ever asked him how before... hells, he had been taken in every way imaginable. What was Trowa asking for?



He bit the inside of his cheek as he milled through possible answers.



With the position they were in now, if Trowa was intending to take Lucian as his words implied, then the logical position would be as they were, with Lucian on his back and Trowa facing him.

Silently he sat up slightly, pulling his legs out from beneath the human before sliding them back around Trowa, his thighs on either side of the brunette\'s now.



He parted his legs further as his entire face heated with shame and lust, and slid one hand between his legs, past his aching erection and towards his entrance.



He parted himself further with his fingers while looking up at Trowa once more, a shiver ringing through him.



Lucian had never taken a... a lover before. He had never been involved in any form of activity like this without it involving his own blood spilling, and cries of both pain and pleasure.

\"Like this,\" he whispered softly, brushing the fingers of his unoccupied hand across Trowa\'s dripping erection.









Trowa realized he\'d been insensitive- that\'d he asked the wrong question the wrong way. Seeing Lucian\'s face burn, and seeing him fall into an automatic position of submission was upsetting. They\'d been so good up until then, and now it made Trowa feel nauseous- like how it had been when he\'d been Lucian\'s master. He hadn\'t meant for this.



He slipped backwards, off the couch, away from Lucian.



He suddenly felt very exposed, and disoriented. Latching onto the wainscoting, leaning his shoulders to the wall, he paused a moment. No, he could fix this, couldn\'t he?



Yes.



\"Like that, huh?\" he asked, swallowing hard. \"Well then, we\'ll have to make sure we don\'t do that.\"



He raised his arms above his head, pining his shoulders against the wallpaper, feeling the chair rail dig into his buttocks. He closed his eyes, and arched his hips forward.



\"I want you to fuck me against this wall,\" he whispered, too quiet for any human to hear. \"Please.\"









Lucian sat up slowly, staring at the human in disbelief.



This was a sudden and unexpected turn of roles-- but he surprised himself with his lack of inhibition at the thought of taking another.



He had dreamt of it countless times as he was taken viciously, but had never allowed himself the luxury of hoping for such a thing.



Lucian got up and strode over to his human slowly, stopping just in front of him and seeing the sincerity in Trowa\'s gaze, the hard-set determination.



He leaned down and caught the man\'s mouth with his for a quick kiss while placing his hands on Trowa\'s shoulders. \"Turn... around,\" he said quietly, unused to being the one in control.









Trowa followed the command, pressing his chest to the wall, clutching at the wainscoting as best he could. He rested his cheek against the textured wallpaper, watching Lucian in his periphery.



He had no idea as to what was in store. But he trusted Lucian- how could he not at this point.

His pivoted his hips back, moving his hips farther from the wall, displaying his ass.



Doing so made his cock twitch, surprisingly. Being entirely vulnerable with Lucian was mind-blowing. One trembling hand Trowa reached down to rub at himself, down his stomach, over his pubic hair, and just skimming his length. He reached under to cup his tight balls, rolling them in his hand, enough to make him hiss in his breath and pant. He wondered briefly how it looked to Lucian behind him, if Lucian was watching him masturbate, and if it looked sexy at all. Did that even matter to either of them?



\"Lucian,\" Trowa moaned into the wall, feeling the ghost of Lucian\'s hands on him, as they\'d been earlier. He needed. . .something. . .now.









The halfling wasted no time, and Trowa\'s voice uttering his name like that combined with the display before him spurned him on further.



Lucian took hold of Trowa\'s cheeks and pushed them apart quickly, thankful the man\'s hips were being thrust towards him rather than away as his tongue slipped from between his lips and darted across the man\'s entrance, sliding over it several times before pressing against it, seeking to penetrate further.



He moaned softly, knowing the vibrations would stimulate further as his inhuman tongue pushed further inside the warm, delicious human, writhing and twisting.



He pulled back momentarily, running his tongue around his mouth and savouring the taste before pressing forward once more, lapping at the tight opening, this time pressing two fingers inside the heated channel, scissoring them and preparing Trowa as best he could to prevent harm to the fragile human.



Lucian\'s long fingers pushed deeper inside, and his eyes narrowed with satisfaction as he found what he was looking for. His fingertips brushed against a small nub of flesh within Trowa, one that existed within every human male, and he pressed against it several times, with each thrust of his fingers upwards.









Trowa had never been penetrated by anyone- frankly, he\'d never felt any desire to be.



However, now, he was about willing to be penetrated by anything.



That mouth to start had taken him entirely off guard, slithering in, seducing him from the inside. When those fingers first joined, it felt uncomfortable, awkward, but soon the fullness overtook the previous sensation and then. . .that.



\"God, fuck, Lucian,\" he moaned, clawing at the wainscoting, at the wall paper, catching bits of paper under his fingernails. He was about ready to lose himself- all that heat and pressure, dense and knotted in his belly, in his ass, ready to burst forth. He reached around himself, interlocking his fingers with those of Lucian\'s hand that weren\'t currently in him.



Then he wiggled into himself one smaller, tapered finger, to fuck him alongside Lucian\'s digits and mouth. If he didn\'t get his message across that way, he had another.



\"Fuck me,\" he gasped, rubbing his cheek against the wall helplessly.









\"God has nothing to do with this,\" Lucian hissed, overflowing with lust.



He drew back once more, pushing Trowa\'s hand away and allowing his fingers to slide out of his present prey.



The halfling got up off his knees and placed a hand on the human\'s shoulder once more, turning him around so he was facing Lucian as he had been originally. \"But I\'ll gladly fulfill your request.\"



He took hold of Trowa\'s wrists and placed either of the human\'s hands on his scarred shoulders before reaching down and taking the slender thighs before him into his hands.



He lifted the man off the ground easily, pressing Trowa\'s back to the wall to support some of his weight as he pulled the human\'s waist just higher than his own unattended erection.



Lucian\'s gaze locked with Trowa\'s before he leaned in and closed his mouth around the human\'s. He allowed the smaller body to slide down against his stomach slowly, guiding, and felt the head of his desire press against Trowa\'s entrance. He snaked his tongue between the soft lips at his mouth slowly, at the same time letting Trowa sink further down, his cock pressing up and sliding inside the man at the same speed as his tongue.



A moan reverberated in Lucian\'s chest as he was taken in to the hilt, and squeezed fiercely.









This was what he was in for.



It was painful, but not nearly so much that he couldn\'t handle it. And more so, that intensity and fullness was multiplied tenfold by having Lucian\'s cock embedded in his ass. Lucian let him slip down, and more and more entered him, filled him, the tip growing ever nearer to that place that made him see god or whatever- his companion would know.



He cried out into Lucian\'s mouth, and clawed at those beautiful, scarred shoulders. Trowa sank down until his rear met with Lucian\'s hips and upper thighs. Entirely in him- that cock he\'d explored earlier now filled that secret, until now virginal, space in him.



He wanted Lucian to move, and begged him silently. Yes, he begged, and pushed forward slightly, slapping his ass against Lucian\'s front.



\"I only trust you with this,\" he whispered, entirely without sentimentality, but with more warmth than he\'d ever been able to muster.









Lucian obeyed the silent pleading he could feel, could taste within Trowa, and he lifted the human\'s hips up in the air, pushing him harder against the wall as his lips pressed to the man\'s neck and shoulders and face over and over.



With each kiss, it was a silent thanks, a silent praise in return.



The halfling drew out of his partner slowly, and thrust back inside once more, grinding his teeth with the pleasure of it as he repeated the motion, fulfilling Trowa\'s wish and his own at the same time.



His lips touched down on the man\'s collarbone, worshipping, praising the being before him as he began to thrust faster, pushing inside, deeper within the searing body before him, his eyes closed as he panted, pleasure seeping through every vein, every taut muscle.



He smiled wickedly to himself, and thrust with intention, sweeping the head of his desire across the sensitive flesh within Trowa as his forehead pressed to the man\'s shoulder, creased with the contorted expression of extreme lust and satisfaction.



A deep groan escaped his throat as he thrust faster inside the taut creature before him, striking that same area as often as he could as the madness of his oncoming orgasm clawed at his senses.









Again and again, every time hitting his mark. Trowa was so choked up with lust he couldn\'t even ask Lucian for more, though it was all he wanted. Glutting himself on this union, with every movement of their bodies generating such exquisite sensation, he couldn\'t breathe, couldn\'t think, just feel.



As Lucian bucked up in him, he undulated his body to rub the tip of his erection against his partner\'s abdomen, as Lucian was about to draw from him what the man would expel into him.



All he felt was that thick cock, pounding him into the wall, triggering that button over and over. The pressure was too much- he was about to come, he knew it.



\"More. . now,\" he rasped, pulling at Lucian\'s hair, squeezing his rectum around that pistoning cock as tightly as possible.









A violent shudder rang through his body as he was squeezed fiercely once more, and Lucian released a bestial snarl, his pupils no longer round, but rather slit like a feline\'s.



He lifted his head and stared at Trowa head-on, baring his fangs and snarling once more as he shifted from what he could only imagine to be making love-- to downright fucking this human being.



The halfling slammed into his partner over and over, roughly ploughing into the tight opening as the nails upon his shoulders dug into the tender scars, drawing blood.



Mouths collided one more time as Lucian thrust his tongue along the one waiting beyond these soft lips against his, and he felt the familiar push against the skin on his back as he came close, so very close...



Trowa tightened around him once more, and Lucian lost all composure.



He came in an eruption of hot seed, his throat closing and all breath stopping after a sharp intake of air as his climax was released and his wings shot from his back violently, splattering his blood several feet across the carpet and dripping down his back.



He felt no pain, no suffering at the violent expulsion of his wings, simply the swimming delight of completion.









Over and over Lucian slammed him back into the wall, and Trowa shuddered with every pound, as every one met their mark. The wainscoting dug into his back, rubbing and scratching until he could feel the blood seep down his back, and it just made it all that much more feral. Lucian\'s eyes were. . .like an animal\'s, and he fucked like one- as though he\'d lost all semblance of humanity.



Again, deeper, faster, harder, more pounding, more pressure. To the brink and just back with every stroke. With a snarl Lucian attacked his mouth, stuffing his tongue into Trowa\'s cavity, tearing at the waiting tongue. Trowa tightened his quivering thighs, moving only slightly, and then the heat mounted and exploded in him, rocking him back violently against the wall.



He came hard on, spurting over and over, gasping with every twitch of his cock. His right hand gripped Lucian\'s hair to keep him aloft, while his left went to his cock and beat it furiously, milking himself. His entire body spasmed, and he could feel Lucian spasm inside him, as he rode out his orgasm in Trowa.



A few more twitches, and he threw his head back to rest the base of his skull against the wall, trying to catch his breath and calm his heaving chest. He closed his eyes, and focused on the feeling of afterglow and dreaminess.









Lucian\'s hearts were thundering in his chest, and all he could hear was the ticking of the clock in the hall and the drip of Trowa\'s seed and his blood spattering upon the floor.



He wound his arms around the small creature before him and carried him back to the couch, placing him in the soft cushions and drawing out of him slowly, gently.



Lucian placed a soft kiss to Trowa\'s forehead and stood shakily, wrapping his arms around himself and closing his eyes, simply trying to breathe.



If he continued touching the human at this moment, he\'d kill Trowa, drawing his blood and his life in one foul swoop. He was shaking with aftershock and pleasure, and as his eyes opened once more, he couldn\'t look away from the delicate creature on the couch, the creature he\'d just ruined.







Blood?



\"Lucian, you\'re. . .\" Trowa tried to stand, but fell back, unaccustomed to what he figured to be \'sex-legs\'. He gathered his will and arose, approaching Lucian slowly. There was something wrong- the hybrid\'s wings had ripped out during their bout and he had a twisted, painful look in his eyes.



Trowa stopped a few steps short of his. . .companion was a safe word, and held up his hand to touch, to console Lucian, though he didn\'t make contact. As he stood there, gravity helped the come slither down from his cleft and between his buttocks, making him realize they both needed a wash- blood and semen everywhere. Heh, evidence for anyone who tried to investigate the break in. However, it would have to wait. Trowa didn\'t like the look of this.



\"What do you need?\"









\"Don\'t touch me,\" Lucian ground out, though he still couldn\'t break eye contact with the man. \"Not until my eyes are back to normal.\"



He took a step back, and released his grip on himself to show Trowa just how \'alright\' he was, though his hands were still trembling.



\"I\'ll kill you if you touch me right now.\"









Trowa didn\'t move anywhere- he simply stood where he\'d been, his hands by his sides. He watched Lucian, held that gaze, hoping to pull him back from wherever he\'d gone, and from whatever he\'d become. People said his presence was calming- now it would be put to the test. What Lucian was now. . .wasn\'t so different from the lions Trowa had loved in his adolescence.



\"Come back,\" he said, holding out a hand. He smiled gently.









Their close proximity alone wasn\'t helping Lucian in the least, but it was obvious Trowa was intent on staying put and risking his fool life.



His tongue searched the inside of his mouth hungrily, his muscles taut, aching to lunge and take every last thing possible from the soft human.



He bit down on his tongue and halted at the sharp pain, then fisted his hands, digging his elongated nails into his palms till blood creased between his fingers and dripped onto the carpet.



Lucian swallowed the delicious blood in his mouth as his tongue healed, then took a slow, deep breath through his teeth, releasing it and relaxing his muscles forcibly.



He released his fists and felt the wounds on his palms close as well, and he closed his eyes, pulling back into his mental state of nothingness just a little; just enough to force his bloodlust back to near nothing.



When he opened his eyes once more, he saw Trowa was still standing there, still waiting patiently, faithfully. He nodded in appreciation, his pupils once more pinpoints as his wings extended.



Black feathers surrounded Trowa like an arm in an embrace, and the leather and scaled wing closed around on top of the feathered wing, which protected the delicate human within the embrace. He pulled Trowa close to him as the human had wanted, now that he was out of danger.



\"I never left,\" he murmured, as the warm body pressed against his.









Trowa nearly said something to that he would\'ve regretted. He had no control over this being, nor did he have any right to that control. He ignored the voice, lurking in his hindbrain, eager to say something sentimental, or affectionate. That belonged to a new part of him- one that had awoken this day. On that had lain dormant for as long as Trowa could remember.



He didn\'t indulge it entirely, but he did welcome the embrace, slipping his arms around Lucian\'s waist loosely, placing his head upon the man\'s chest. It was the warmest here, Trowa decided. It was comfortable. One kiss, on the scarred skin over Lucian\'s sternum, he placed, before closing his eyes. The feathers tickled his back enough to induce a chuckle.









Lucian parted his lips and leaned down slightly, letting his tongue slip from his mouth once more.



It ran across Trowa\'s cheek, cleaning off several droplets of fresh blood before he broke the embrace. \"You\'re wounded. Let me tend to it.\"



He scooped Trowa up once more, placing him on the couch facing away from Lucian. The halfling took a seat behind him, and lapped at the raw skin until it was clean, then bit into his thumb, swiping his own blood across the broken flesh.



The blood surely stung, but it also closed the wounds, and left unbroken, unscarred skin in its wake. He lapped up his own blood from Trowa\'s back and continued on, examining the human\'s body and cleaning, searing, then re-cleaning every last nick and scratch.



By the time he was through most of the maintenance, Trowa was on his back facing Lucian. The halfling looked the man once over one last time before nodding and taking up his last task.



He took Trowa\'s thighs in his hands and parted them, then lifted the man up by the hips, once more burying his face between the slender thighs as he lapped away his own seed.









Lucian\'s cleaning ritual was fascinating- Trowa watched and took note of the entire ordeal. Thankfully he was supersated, because if hadn\'t been, his body would\'ve been already aroused. He lounged back, and watched Lucian drag and flick and lick every bit of blood and come from his body. Any abrasions he encountered he healed, as magic. Magic, how interesting.



When Lucian started rimming him again, he just rested and enjoyed it, dipping his fingers into the blood-matted tresses. His cock twitched at a particularly deep swipe of Lucian\'s tongue.

\"Is it corrosive?\" Trowa asked. \"Your fluid? If not, then why this?\"









Lucian placed Trowa back on the couch once he was finished, licking his own hands and lips. He closed his eyes and frowned slightly, drawing his wings back into his body slowly, gently, to avoid pain this time.



Once they were back within him, he sat back and sighed. \"It isn\'t corrosive. It\'s.... well, my blood and seed can act as a drug to humans, and is highly addictive. It drives them to insanity, searching for devil blood, and they\'re deemed a hazard public safety almost immediately, as they kill others they believe to be demons and try to drink their blood.\"



He made an apologetic shrug. \"I don\'t want to see you die before your time.\"