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"Hey," Bones said, "I want to show you something."

He didn't like the awkward silence that followed. So, setting the carving knife and the wooden block upon the bedside table, he positioned himself on the bed till he sat indian style, turning Dana around until she faced him. Their knees barely touched and Bones could hear her heartbeat begin to race.

"Puppeteers uses strings to control their puppets. Being more spiritually intuned to my abilities...I don't need strings."

She could feel...something. His power, warm and feeling nothing like death surrounding her. Smiling, Bones raised his arm and Dana's followed, reaching out until the pads of their fingers touched. They trailed down her arm, brushing along her shoulder and continuing up her neck until he cupped her cheek, her movements mimicing his own.

"Nifty little trick, right?" He asked.

Bones smiled slowly, a low rumbling in his throat signaling his approval. Although their history wasn't the best, he was still male. A werewolf too. The strain in her voice was exciting.

"Okay," he said, his own voice a husky whisper.

His 'strings' had only attached themselves to her arm, but he wouldn't tell her that. His beast approved, wanted Dana to think he had absolute control of her.

His fingers traced her brow, the contours of her face, her neck, shoulders, collarbone. When Dana's fingers traced his own, Bones leaned into the touch and shivered.

"I should stop..." he said as his thumb brushed her lower lip.

Bones own control was quickly fading. Losing focus on his power, he gave Dana her arm back. Fingers dug into her hips as he ground his own against hers. His claws extended, bruising her skin. Growling, Bones grazed his canines against Dana's neck before biting down. Blood filled his mouth and he swallowed hungrily, lapping his tongue against the wound.

It was ridiculous, how easily someone could lose control when instinct took over.

She'd barely gotten into the room when Bones pressed her against the door, forcing it closed. "Bite," he ordered, before biting down himself, reopening the earlier wound. Blood dripped down his throat, staining the white exspanse of his shirt.

His clawed fingers tugged at her clothes, ripping them away. In his current mindset, he certainly didn't want her wearing any.

*Implied*

Afterwards, Bones was lying on his stomach, stretched across the second bed with only a thin white sheet covering him. The bed they'd had sex on looked like something straight from a horror movie; blood was everywhere, which was why they'd switched to the other bed.

Bones ached everywhere, but in a pleasant way. His face, particularly around his lips, was decorated with thin red scratches from Dana's fangs. His hair was disheveled, the sandy-blonde stained a temporary shade of red.

The 'A' Avarice had carved over his heart was lost in an array of scratch marks. There were a few upon his back, but not many. The mass of scar tissue and the section where his spine was visible would've been too dangerous to risk clawing up.

He eyed Dana lazily, eyes half-lidded in contentment.

"I've seen less blood on a battlefield."

Resting his palm against the back of Dana's neck, Bones planted several kisses against her lips. Then, rolling onto his back, he carefully brought himself to a sitting position and raised one knee. He wouldn't deny that he felt dizzy, too much blood loss...

Encircling his legs with his arms, he dug his chin into his kneecap and said, "So, now what?" Truthfully, Bones wasn't interested in having a relationship. With anyone. His heart throbbed and Bones rubbed his chest, frowning. Reks... Despite his sudden pang of guilt, Bones knew ignore it or pretend like nothing had happened.

It certainly had and it was frightening how easily one could lose control like that. He'd phoned for extra clothes earlier. So, as they waited he figured, why not talk? They'd have to sooner or later...

"No," Bones said, also standing, "I'm sorry about the scratches."

Kissing her cheek, he walked into the bathroom and started the water, allowing it to warm before turning on the shower. Peering out the bathroom doorway, he said, "Join me."

"It'll be faster and our clothes shouldn't be too much longer. Then we'll get back to Yuri before the cleaning maid can bust our asses for that bed."

Laughing, Bones dropped the sheet he'd brought with him, letting it hit the tiled floor and stepped inside. The water stung his cuts, but it washed away all the blood and relaxed his aching muscles.

It'd been awhile since he'd felt this good.

Although Dana expect Bones to become angry, he didn't. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders while his fingers brushed through her hair, holding her against him.

"Thank you," he said sincerely, "but I don't want it fixed."

Bones had what he'd like to call the Mim mentality. His scars would always be the constant reminder of a painful past, but it was proof that that past was real. That he'd survived. From his amputated leg, which no one knew about, to his back and the 'A' Avarice had carved into his chest...he'd survived every horrifying nightmare or his tormentor and he was...proud.

"I bought a synthetic fabric off the black market, made myself armor that'll protect my back. So, it'll be fine. It's cute though...seeing you worry."