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Something was different about A'Hallei when he returned to the land of the living. It was almost imperceptable, but it was there. And it was...dangerous. A'Hallei's arms clasped about Makenna, long and gangly limbs that they were, pulling him tight into the embrace. A'Hallei dropped his head to nuzzle at Makenna's neck, marvelling at the purr that caused the boy to vibrate.

"Oh." He sighed, his voice dropped to a milky and sensual baritone, rumbling with Makenna's purr. It sounded like the waking growl of a beast, languid and smooth. His eyes were hidden under white eyelids, but they would have looked ravenous, soaking in the world as it now appeared with frightening clarity, as opposed to the smokey haze he lived in before. A'Hallei's lips pressed a molten kiss to the side of Makenna's neck, teeth barely grazing the sensitive skin.

More than ever before, Makenna mattered to him, and if anyone tried to harm him in any way, A'Hallei was no longer afraid to rend the flesh of any and all trespassers, and that included Samsara. It was almost as though El Angel Caido had been tainted by the encounter with his twin, the fallen angel sinking deep into the shadows of familiar malcontent.

A growl emerged from between A'Hallei's lips as the boy's nails dug into his arm, thankfully unpointed or he'd be bleeding. Makenna was feeble, like a lamb, leaning back and offering the virgin flesh to him. Delectable. The hunger rose within him as A'Hallei let a pink tongue dart out, tasting Makenna, savoring him. Lifting his posession a little, A'Hallei felt no hesitation as he had before, only needs. Makenna was his. He'd posess the boy and own him, and no one could take him away.

The ghostly boy kissed at the spot on Makenna's neck where an adam's apple would develop later in life, leaving tiny bite marks down to the junction between collarbones and neck, driven mad by the tiny gasps and moans Makenna relenquished, like little rewards.

He found the red streak again, the infuriatingly beautiful streak that slid down the boy's body. All red and passion and love and red and blood and hot and red and lust! He ravashed the streak, distracting Makenna from the storm, and the fears, keeping him in the present, of life, of love, and the persuit of happiness.
His obsidian jewel.

A'Hallei's flesh was on fire, nerve endings buzzing. He was intoxicated by the feel, the smell, the taste of the boy. Sitting like he was with the lad in his lap he found he could not access nearly as much flesh as he wanted to. A'Hallei lifted Makenna easily and gently lowered the boy to the floor, leaning over him like a great white cat.

Lips met flesh again and again as he trailed hot kisses along Makenna's arm, hissing at Makenna's slim fingers tracing hot patterns down his own skin so white it put snow to shame. A'Hallei's hair curtained them, as he deftly grasped that cool aid red Tshirt Makenna always wore, lifting it up, revealing smooth skin and that laquered red line...Satiny white hands ran up his shirt, dancing over Makenna's skin, lightly tracing the nubs that marked his nipples, so delectable...

A'Hallei stopped, he was dizzy. Heady emotions flooded his mind, and the world went from pristine and clear to nearly blacking out on him. The floodgates that unleashed this flurry of lust snapped shut, and, shocked like someone dumped a pail of water on him, A'Hallei drew back, stunned. Makenna was still breathing hard, his eyes closed, face flushed with passion, and fear. A'Hallei stared at his hands, and to him, they appeared the color of Makenna's skin, tinged with the boy's flesh.

"What..." He stammered, eyes wide "W-what...Have...I...Done...?" His sentance broken with the horror at his own actions. This was not protecting Makenna! He himself faced revulsion when his twin attempted similar actions onto him! Oh...Gods above and below...!
A'Hallei sat back, eyebrows twisted upward as he immediately worried what Makenna thought of him now. "F...give...me..."

One might figure that, this having happened three times by now Makenna would have either gotten used to it, or jumped on and molested A'Hallei right back.
Lucid green eyes searched Makenna's for any trace of fear, or repulsion, hatred even, but found none. Still, he felt dirty, unclean, evil. A'Hallei searched for the words, though they came unbidden in his mind, his tongue refused to be a part of the team.

A'Hallei motioned to his hands, and to Makenna, and winced. He didn't mean to take it that far. He didn't think it was right. He wanted to say sorry, and to not be upset with him, and so many things. A'Hallei looked defeated as he peered up at Makenna with heartbroken eyes.
"Sorry." Was all he could manage.

A'Hallei hugged Makenna back, avoiding his gaze for a while. But, Makenna just kept looking at him, and eventually the luminous green eyes caught those obsidian orbs and within an instant, he knew he had been forgiven. Makenna's dark orbs held trust, and love, a fondness the boy who suffered from dementia hadn't quite known was there. The predatory air that had overcome him had been lifted, and for a moment, A'Hallei looked positively vulnerable.

But, that too passed as once again he found himself completely and hopelessly lost in Makenna's eyes, oh those eyes, the windows that led straight into the smoldering center of Makenna's very soul. A'Hallei vaguely recalled how at first, the smaller boy had completely ignored him, but now, he was probably one of the more important figures in his life. The lightning had abated, and the thunder gone as well, though the treehouse still hummed with the patterings of millions of drops of rain on the roof.

A'Hallei didn't care, he was happy. With his love in his arms, the ghostly boy leant down for a final kiss to the side of his cheek, nothing was wrong in his world.

A'Hallei's eyes lit up as he spied the sandwich. He'd forgotten his hunger somewhere between hugging Makenna and the prelude to sex, but now that things had calmed down, he was ravenous once again. A'Hallei was too thin, and his appetite was largely diminished, but work made him always want to eat. He grasped the sandwich and held it tightly, savoring the idea of eating it as much as actually going to.

Suprisingly, the sandwich dissappeared almost as fast as the oatmeal had. After he had passed the 'blind admiration of the sandwich' phase, he consumed it with near frightening speed, something Dian had never seen. The lad had never done more than pick at food aimlessly when he still lived at the house.

After his sandwich made its final dissappearing act, he peered at Makenna. A'Hallei pointed to the sandwich, and to Makenna. Why wasn't he eating? Surely A'Hallei's anorexia wasn't rubbing off!

If worse came to worse, they could always renovate! Trees grew taller, so the roof would probably rise as well, allbeit slowly. A'Hallei's lightly powdered eyes glanced down at the boy beside him, hand reaching up to toy at the tufts of black hair. He cast a furtive glance to the cots they had set up. He no longer wanted to sleep alone, but the floor was a poor alternative.

"Tired?" A'Hallei finally asked, shifting himself away from Makenna. Thinking for a while, he pushed the two cots together, and rolled up one of the blankets, cramming it into the middle so neither would fall inbetween the two beds and become hurt or anything, or stuck. It was just to level them out. He put two pillows side by side and even laid out the two blankets on top of the other, folding it back.

Turning, he scooped up Makenna, easily lifting him, and laid him on the left side of the cot, clambering over to the other side and curling up with him. It was a little lumpy where the blanket was, but otherwise fine.