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Jace ran so fast you could barely see him. It was like those street lamps at night when you drove; just a blur. When Tom was able to catch up with him Jace tensed feeling a stunned vibe go through him. He fell to the ground and turned his big wolf head to Tom. Jace liked being a wolf sometimes but he preferred his human form. So he shifted back, hair all tousled with leaves and tiny sticks. "Wow." he breathed out. "No one has ever caught up to me before. You Mr. Winchester are very interesting. You've got my attention." Jace's smile was a little crooked but it fit him nicely.
Tom woofed and wagged his tail like an excited labrador. He shifted back into his human form and brought a hand to his still spinning head. "I didn't stay alive all this time alone for nothin." He said. Tom was a lot craftier then he let on. It was easier when people underestimated him. "And call me Mr. Winchester again, and I'll rip you a new, exciting hole in your windpipe." He said playfully. Tom leaned back against the tree trunk that was propping him up and stared up at the sky, that was peachy as it reached nearer to evening. "What do you see, Jace?" Tom asked him, still staring upwards. Tom only saw the world through an animal's eyes, colors were a little dull, but outlines and shadows sharp, darkness wasn't a problem and movement showed up as rippling vibration. He was curious to know what a hybrid saw.
Jace let out a laugh that echoed through the hills and trees. Anyone else it would have been an obnoxious sound but the laugh was quite nice coming from Jace. "And you're amusing. I like you already." he winked at Tom a little taken aback by his random question. "Well I see things sharper. more defined than humans, wolves, or vampyres. It all looked brighter and more defined. Like you know those brush stroked paintings in museums?" Jace questioned unsure if Tom was the artsy type like himself. "Well like that. By bright I mean the colors are more intense. I think it would be overwhelming for someone who didn't have this kind of sight from birth. I can't imagine see things without extreme detail though." the green eyed hybrid suddenly stopped realizing he was rambling. "I'm sorry." he apologized, sitting up on the forest floor. "I have the tendancy to babble sometimes."
Tom listened with his head tilted to the side. He had never seen been to a museum before, but he could imagine it. All that color. Sometimes Tom wished he could see color better, but he didn't really care. He was born that way and didn't want anything about him to change. Tom glanced back at Jace as he apologized for talking. "I don't mind." Tom said. It was nice to hear someone's voice after so long with no contact. Tom's blue eyes met Jace's green, and his pupils dilated. He licked his lips. Without thinking, Tom pounced on Jace again, kissing him fiercely. When Tom had a hold of himself again, he quickly backed up like he had been electrocuted. "Uh, I'm sorry." He said awkwardly.
A small smile played upon Jace's lips when Tom said he didn't mind all the talking. Jace couldn't help his babbling when he was nervous. And this smaller male made him nervous. He was cute to say the least. When Tom pounced on him Jace's eyes widened but he found himself kissing the wolf back. Tom pulled away too quickly, when Jace was just getting into it. "No. Don't be sorry. Come back here." Jace whispered crawling over to Tom to kiss him again. He hovered over Tom moving his lips slowly to mold against the others. He kissed Tom until he needed air but still didn't pull back. Jace kept his face so close to Tom's that their noses still laid against each other. "I didn't expect you to have a taste for men." Jace gave an arrogant smirk kissing Tom once more before sitting up to just observe the other male.
Tom was more prepared for a punch in the face then the tender kiss that Jace gave him. Jace was a good kisser, he left Tom breathless, heart beating a mile a minute. Most people kissed with their lips, Jace kissed with everything he had, it made Tom wonder what he had done to deserve such a thing. As Jace pulled away, Tom followed him with a whine low in his throat. "I... I don't discriminate..." Tom said as means of explanation. This hybrid would be the death of him, as Jace sat back, contented look on his face and green eyes studying Tom, Tom didn't know what to do. He wanted more, but he didn't want to scare Jace away.
Jace watched Tom trying to catch his breath. The low whine and body signals Tom were giving off let Jace know he didn't want to stop. This made Jace's lips settle on a smirk. "If that's you're way of saying you like guys then I'm okay with it." he chuckled and threw himself back at Tom. He laid on top of him so his leg rest between Tom's in an erotic way. "You smell sweet." Jace murmured kissing Tom for another moment before trailing his lips down to Tom's neck. He didn't use his fangs when he sucked and nibbled at the skin because he didn't want to scare Tom. His bite wouldn't hurt Tom. That was one of the modernized things about Jace's kind. Their bite was built for pleasure and not pain.
Tom fell back against the forest floor as Jace jumped on him again. His skin was hot, feverish. He was panting like he had just run a marathon. Nothing was registering in Tom's mind except Jace's skin and the pounding of his heart in his ears. As Jace's mouth trailed down to his neck, a shiver racked through Tom's body. He whined again, claws lengthening on his hands out of instinct as he struggled for purchase on the forest floor. He knew the dangers of laying with vampires from experience, but he just couldn't help himself. There is somethin wrong with me... "Go ahead, do it." Tom groaned, melting under Jace. The hybrid's body was like sold iron, there would be no escaping if this took a turn for the worse, and while that terrified Tom, it excited him a bit too. The idea made him light headed.
Tom's words made Jace tense for a second. He could smell the other's blood pumping fast through their veins. It was driving him wild which Jace didn't understand. He was so good at controlling himself. But now he wanted this blood more than anything. "It won't hurt. I promise. Just relax." Jace whispered into Tom's ear right before he sank his fangs into Tom's neck. Jace drank very slowly so he had control of how much he took. He wouldn't ever take too much to hurt Tom or anyone for that matter. The chemical from his bite was released making the bite give out an intense pleasure. Jace was sure this feeling would make Tom confused so he would explain later. But for right now the hybrid drank slowly sucking to leave a dark love mark. His hand was shaking from the pleasure as it traveled down Tom's body and down his jeans where it gripped Tom's member in a skilled way.
Tom shivered at Jace's words and grunted as the hybrid's fangs pierced his skin. This wasn't the first time a vampire had fed off him, so he knew what to expect, at least he thought he did. As soon as Tom felt the suction, there was fire under his skin, seeping through his veins. His body was short circuiting, he could barely move, there was nothing in the world except pleasure and the smell of wilderness and blood. Tom felt like a rag doll, as Jace's hands started to wander lower, Tom jolted and groaned, eyes glowing yellow in arousal. His claws raked down Jace's back as he struggled for more control, and finally went limp as the sensations became too much to handle.
Jace had never tasted such sweet red liquid in his six hundred years. He drank for only a short time not wanting to faze Tom too much. When he felt Tom go limp was when he stopped. Bites from his type could be quite addictive which could be dangerous in the future. But Tom's blood made it impossible for Jace to think of things like that. "That was... your blood is..." Jace shook his head, taking his hand out of Tom's pants while he panted. "I can't even describe it." he whispered lifting his head to look up into Tom's eyes. Suddenly Jace's cheeks went red. "Sorry about um... touching you." he said lamely. "I got a little carried away."
Tom gave a disappointed whine as Jace pulled away and then he lay there panting and trying to regain his breath, and his bearings. Jace had actually stopped before Tom passed out. He was so used to being a snack and a punching bag to other beasts that he really didn't know how to respond. It was like Jace saw him, and not just his blood and flesh. "That was... I feel so... What just happened?" Tom asked himself breathlessly. Jace apologized for touching him and Tom just grinned weakly. "Don't be, that was my favorite part." He said.
Jace watched Tom closely. He never ever blushed so this was new. "What just happened was a pleasure thing. I'm not like other types of vampyres Tom." He paused before going onto explain. "You see there are things called royals and feeders. A royal is a high up vampyre that is too good to hunt." Jace rolled his eyes before continuing. "So they get two or three feeders or humans. The humans are there willing to be bitten because of the feeling. It's like a druggie or junkie wanting another fix. My bite is designed for pleasure not pain. That is what you just experienced." He finished licking the blood off his lips.
"Well whatever it is, it was mind blowing." Tom said with a sleepy grin. Jace was nothing like the vampires Tom had met in the past. Tom felt like he was floating, it was easily one of the greatest feelings in the world. "So if you're a royal, why don't you just get yourself a couple pretty humans? You wouldn't have to drink half eaten deer and stray wolves."
Jace smirked arrogantly already knowing that Tom enjoyed the feeling. "Oh I'm not a royal. I'd have to be a full vampyre and be born into a royal family. To the wolf and vampyre world I'm a mutt." he winced at the word mutt obviously remembering something. "I prefer not to drink from a person anyway. The feeders just become shells. There's no life in them after a while. They crave the bite too much and..." Jace shook his head staring at the forest floor with a serious expression. "I could never do that to someone. Even if I was a royal I'd hunt." Jace hoped Tom understood what he was saying. He probably shouldn't have bitten Tom in the first place but he smelled so appatizing Jace couldn't help himself. "It takes every day feedings to get so far in though. After a few bites though you'll start to crave it. So maybe we shouldn't do that anymore." Jace's eyes strayed to the other male's neck and it was clear he was going to want more blood but his words were against it. He had never wanted anyone as a feeder and if he kept taking blood from Tom that's exactly what would happen.
Tom's fingers brushed over the mark on his neck, which had already started to heal. He could easily see how someone could get addicted to the feeling. Waves of pleasure were still running through his limbs, and he doubted he would be able to stand just yet. Tom noticed how Jace's eyes strayed back to his neck and he grinned. A couple more times wouldn't hurt anyone... It was fully dark now, the nocturnal animals had come out and the sounds of crickets and cicadas took over the forest. "Come on." Tom said. "I camped in a cave not to far from here. We can have some blackberry moonshine." Tom got to his feet shakily and attempted to take a step forward, only to land on his hands and knees. Jace's bite was more crippling then bottle of booze and a fist to the face.
Jace smiled slightly at the other male. The dark never looked fully dark to Jace. It was always brighter because of his senses. When Tom offered to let Jace stay with him his lips turned up in a devious grin. "A cave?" Jace's tone sounded more surprised than he felt as he lifted Tom into his arms before he could completely collapse. "You should sit or rest for at least fifteen minutes after a bite. Should have warned you. So sorry." the dark haired hybrid murmured as he carried Tom effortessly. "How about we stay at my house though? It's quite large and I get lonely with no company. We can go get that moonshine of yours though." Jace then took off towards the caves that he knew of before Tom could protest to being carried. They were there in a matter of seconds but Jace kept Tom in his strong arms. "Which cave Mr. Winchester?" Jace asked with a taunting smirk, knowing what Tom had said earlier.
"Hey, put me down!" Tom protested, squirming in Jace's arms. His face turned red in embarrassment as he continued to struggle. When Jace called him Mr. Winchester, Tom snarled and eventually slipped free of the hybrid's grip, scampering off to the largest cave. It wasn't much. Inside, there was a bed of animal skins in the corner, and a collection of bottles, cans, and books on a rock ledge like a shelf. He picked up a small vial of black liquid and unscrewed the top, taking a sip and grimacing. "Fairy blood." He explained, setting the vial back on the shelf. "The only medicine anyone really needs." A few seconds after consuming the blood, he already was starting to feel more lucid and level headed. Tom grabbed a bottle of the homemade blackberry moonshine and held it up. "Alright, let's go." He said with a grin.
Jace's eyes lit up at Tom's blush and squirms. "Fiesty." he chuckled watching Tom go into the cave. "Mmm. I'm not much of a drinker." he confessed. "But let's see if you can keep up. My place is about ten miles out." The leaves where Jace had been suddenly were swirling around with a gust of wind. Jace's laugh echoed, bouncing off the hills and mountains as he ran full speed towards town, not giving Tom time to register it.
Tom scowled as Jace took off. "Oh, I'll show you feisty..." He mumbled, taking off after Jace. Tom wasn't that strong, but he made up for it by being faster then most wolves. Even his speed wouldn't be able to help him here, as Jace was a lot stronger and faster then Tom. But with skill cam arrogance, and with arrogance came blindness. Tom took a short cut, sniffing out Jace's scent among the thousands of others. As they came closer to civilization, Tom could smell other hybrids and wolves as well. He could even smell a few vampires and something that smelt ominously like a demon. A shiver racked through Tom's body. This is why he didn't like civilization. Tom scented Jace again and broke out of the trees onto a street lined with houses. "I will not be beat!" He announced, taking a seat on the curb and uncorking the bottle of moonshine, and taking a large sip.