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"Don't fuss." There was no edge in the statement, no real anything, but at the same time it was clear that the Kestrel wasn't simply kidding around. He didn't like being fussed over. Didn't need to be fussed over. Even if he liked petting and preening others. Still the touch felt good, very good, and the Kestrel let out his breath in a hiss.

Reminded of his injuries, Savius felt the dull ache of distant pain and decided that, no matter how he felt about the subject, now was the time to not be standing anymore. He collapsed bonelessly onto the bed, streaching out on his side and peering up at Xaxis through half lidded eyes. On his shoulder the tattoo he'd gotten as a child still decorated, though it seemed smaller now. Crossed swords, the word 'Dad'. A declaration of loyalty, or just an attempt to piss his 'parent' off.

"Of course I have a gun. Lithle taught me how to shoot." There was surprise in his voice. The idea of not knowing how to shoot was almost foreign. Weapons felt so natural in his hands. He twisted, feeling his muscles pull and complain at the streach, and looked at the gun. "That ones new, actually. I gave my old one to Taylor."

The door opened then, and Jer'ain stepped in, with two tall glasses full of dark liquid (only one with ice) and a plate. On the plate, the messy corpse of a squirrel intestines spilling onto the plate.

"I thought he might be hungry." She explained, setting the plate on the bed and the glasses on the nightstand. "Kestrel killed it. It's been a couple hours, but..."

"Thanks, Sib." Reaching out, he captured the skinny girl creature by the wrist and tugged her closer, lovingly ruffling her hair. "Now go paint or something." A rough push and 'rain was out of the room, closing the door silently behind her.

"You hungry?"

Savius watched the Raven expectently, waiting for him to take the first bite of the bloody offering. Kestrel really was a wonderful hunter, and unlike Fen, she could follow her prey up trees when she needed too. Which meant more squirrels for a busy, growing teen.

When it seemed clear that Xaxis wasn't going to make a move toward the meal, Savius reached for the plate, ignoring the silverware that the ever tidy Jer'ain had been sure to bring. She really didn't like it when he ate with his hands, but they were in his room, not at the dinner table. House rules didn't apply.

Pushing away fur and skin, the Kestrel dipped his hand into the still mildly warm insides. His fingers felt over the ropes of intestines, past liver and lungs, up to grasp the small fingerful of muscle that was the heart. He tugged a bit, pulling the organ loose from the rest of the meat, and pulling it out, his hand and wrist stained red, the most vital of muscles held lightly in his fingers.

His smile was mild but clearly present as he held the bit of meat to the Raven's lips.

It is important, at this point, to note exactly what sort of situation Savius found himself in. The Kestrel was, after all, far from normal. Far from mortal. A Guardian of Death, of Death by Violence who looked at the world with strange, but perhaps needed detachment. Important to remember these facts but also important to remember that he was a teenage boy, sitting on his bed having his fingers licked.

It shot through him, a deep, burning shiver of sensation that raised goosebumps on his arms and left him once again hissing at air through tightly clenched teeth.

What the hell was that? And what was going on. Ideas that had been dancing on the edge of his brain came quickly to the fore and his hands actually twitched with the effort needed to abort a near attempt to simply grab Xaxis and do something about all the sensations.

Savius was not used to feeling.

Deliberately, he reached for the squirrel again, groping blindly while his eyes stayed on the Raven. Somehow, he managed to find the creature's liver and rip it loose, though not so neatly as he had managed the heart.

"More?" And his voice was almost harsh from the effort needed to keep it level.

((Yes, his reaction was very strong. Savius is NOT used to feeling things.))

Another hiss from Savius, and with all the sounds he was making, one might almost wonder if Kestrel the bird was spending too much time with Kestrel the cat. Or maybe it was just a teenage thing.

The teen was still as Xaxis scrapped his teeth along long fingers, calling up more of those strange exciting sensations that seemed to be happily multiplying within the confines of the small room. The Guardian of Violence watched the slide of lips over his fingers, studied closely the faint hint of blood that stained his friend's mouth.

Yum.

But... something was wrong. Sitting on his bed, close and comfortable with Xaxis, goosebumps on his skin as he fed the other boy. Except, except, it wasn't supposed to be like this. Despite the fact that he was feeding Xaxis, Savius got the strangest feeling that he was the one being pampered and played with. And that... didn't quite compute.

Biting his lip, he studied the other boy for a moment, before shifting so that he sat behind him, Xaxis's back against his bare stomach, the squirrel in front of the Raven.

"Eat, pretty. I ate earlier." He nuzzled the dark haired teen after giving that order, stealing the flavor of his scent. "I'll get you preened.

With that statement, his hands returned to Xaxis's wings. Awkward to do this close, but he wasn't going to move this time. Practice allowed him to do the job with gentle quickness, scratching lightly where the other boy was sure to itch, and discarding dead feathers, dark against the blue sheets.

Pretty.

"Heh." Savius managed a hint of a shrug, most likely invisible to the Raven, all things considered. It wasn't that he had nothing to say, but he didn't know what exactly it was that he wanted to say. They hung in a moment, Savius's fingers brushing lightly through Xaxis's wings the silence in the room sweet and comfortable. The Kestrel was not the sort to worry about ruining moments. But that didn't necissarily mean he knew what to do when he found himself caught within one.

"You should come around more often." He said at last, breaking the brief silence with casual words, and one of those easy, careless smiles. "I'll keep you fed and groomed if you let me keep you."

He laughed then, a slightly distant sound that matched his smiles. He'd regained control of himself, and though his mind was still twisting through all the new feelings, they had at least settled to a point that he could deal with them.

Deeming the wings good enough for the moment, he let his hands fall onto Xaxis's shoulders, pushing one and pulling at the other, in an indication that the other bird should turn to face him. Without even waiting for the other boy to comply, he flopped back onto the bed, laying on his side, his wings folded.

"C'mere, then." He reached over, pulling the raven over so that he lay in the circle of Savius's arms. He just wanted, really wanted, to be close to the other boy, to rest and find light in the nearness of kin. And not just any kin but Xaxis.

Nuzzling the boys neck again, with little churrs of contentment, he let himself relax, which, considering how laid back he already was, was difficult. It was hard to be more relaxed than Savius's usual state. The Raven had wound him up, and now it was time to wind back down.

"Stay here tonight." It wasn't a question really, though it could be called an invitation, if one were to streach it. But if it was an order it wasn't a particularly demanding one, made as it was in the Kestrel's usually lazy, disinterested tones. "I want to sleep with you."

Risque, perhaps. But Savius meant it literally. He was treating the other boy as a teddy bear, cuddling close to him and enjoying the odd new comfort of having someone beside him in bed.