Scratch an Invisible Itch (Bloodlust | Daredevil spinoff)
Fenris slowly strolled down the darkened and damp sidewalk, staring at his feet. It wasn't exactly a fight, but it was still an argument, and a rather large one at that. He stormed out around an hour ago, leaving Tyr to clean up the mess in their bedroom alone. He couldn't stand the site of him right now. Giving a sigh, he leaned against a lamp post, staring out into nothing. He was just thinking, being. Living. He wasn't sure what he wanted to do or where he wanted to go. But he was going some where and that some where may or may not be home.
He was tired. Extremely, extremely sleepy and he yawned every so often. But he wasn't sure if he wanted to turn around and walk back the other way or not. Tyr could hold his anger for quite some time, hours after fights or arguments cease. Home was probably not the best place right now. As his head lolled to the side, he began to realize just exactly how tired he was. He could have fallen asleep right here. And without thinking, his body became limp and he could feel himself start to fall backwards. But he never hit the ground. Gazing up, he noticed amber colored eyes were staring down at him before his whole world went black, exhaustion kicking in finally.
Curling into the warmth, he let out a contented sigh. The bed he was in was so comfortable. The blankets were nice and warm, but not too hot. He didn't want to move. Soon, though, he remembered that he never went home. So where was he? Panic began to rise. If he wasn't home, where was he? Fear kept his eyes closed, afraid of the sight he might see if they were to open. But soon, arms wrapped around his waste gently, pulling him closer to a rather cold body behind him.
"Nice to see that you're awake," the voice hummed in his ear.
That wasn't Tyr.
"Who are you...?" he ground out, trying to sound as cold as he could.
A laugh, "Does that matter? You are in my bed after all. And I'm sure you know I'm a vampire, so fighting my grip could be the end of you."
He grew silent.
"But you're too beautiful for that."
"I said, you're too beautiful for that."
Fenris gulped, "What are you talking about?"
"I've been in love with you for a while now. Stalking, watching. And I hate how Tyr treats you."
He wanted to jump up. Run. But the grip around his waist tightened.
"I've been wanting to take you away from that man for a while now."
"Let go of me."
"Is that anyway to treat the person how took you in and gave you a place to sleep for an hour or so?"
Fenris knew he hadn't slept for long. Must have been the fact that it was a weird place and not home.
"I want to go home..."
"Awh, c'mon, really? To him?"
"Yes. To him."
The man behind him gave a huff, "I won't let you."
"You can't hold me here against my will," he growled.
"Yes I can. I'm a vampire, I can do practically anything."
His breath hitched in his throat as he could feel the other's breath linger on his neck, a tongue darting out to lick his skin.
The man's lips glided dangerously closer to his neck and Fenris caught on rather quickly to what he was about to do. He wanted to fight, push the man away. But any sudden movement could be the death of him.
Both men jumped at the sound of the front door breaking down and clattering to the floor a few rooms away. Tyr came zipping in, his eyes glowing and teeth bared.
"So, you've come."
"Get your hands off of him," the other growled, grabbing the man behind Fenris and throwing him into the wall before picking Fenris up quickly.
Groaning, the other stood, baring his own fangs, "You son of a b***h."
"If I EVER smell you around him again, you can guarantee that it will be the death of you."
Fenris kept his eyes on Tyr, shameful that he was surprise Tyr took the time to find him. Holding him close, the taller zipped out of the house and were half way home before stopping and letting Fenris down.
Pausing a bit, he smiled at the other, "It's fine. Takes two hands to clap, right?"
Ruffling the man's hair, Tyr scoffed, "You're full of s**t, Fen."
A Journey Out of Sanity
Just logs of things I'll like to read about and occasionally remember. Also contains stories, oneshots and drabbles revolving around RPs I'm in.