Page 65 of Lore and Lust
Nino can discern it clearly now. It’s perfectly crisp, sweet and clean. A cool breeze on a vibrant spring morning. This is different from when he heavily presses his nature outward defensively. In this moment, it’s light and airy, like an enchanting, passionate fog slowly engulfing everything it touches.
With his senses flooded by Haruka’s essence, the need for him that lies deep inside Nino spikes. He wraps his arms around Haruka as he carefully shifts and rolls their bodies. When the dark purebred is on his back, Nino sits upright against his knees. He smoothly repositions himself back down, slowly taking Haruka’s shaft back into his body.
Haruka opens his mouth to speak but Nino rocks hard against him, making him exhale a rough grunt of pleasure. Nino repeats the movement again and again, needing Haruka to release—to let go and give in to this beautiful nature of his that’s somehow calling out to Nino.
With his body writhing underneath Nino and his fingers digging into his hips to encourage his movement, Haruka arches his lower back and cries out. He clenches his eyes shut, his entire frame trembling. Slowing, Nino closes his eyes. He gasps, surprised by the sensation of Haruka’s warm release making their contact even more slick inside him. Nino wraps his fingers around his own shaft and lifts his head, finally allowing his body to succumb to the abundance of sensations.
When his body unwinds from the height of pleasure, he looks down at Haruka underneath him. His breathing is ragged and his glowing red eyes are filled with the haze of sexual gratification. His dark hair is mussed as he lies against the pillow. For the first time since Nino has known him, he looks completely relaxed and open. Perfect.
Nino bends down toward his chest, gratuitously inhaling his intoxicating, rosy aura as it still envelopes them. Haruka lifts his chin and parts his lips expectantly. Nino meets the gesture, lovingly entwining their tongues in a sensual kiss. When Nino raises his head, Haruka’s fingers are tangled in the back of his hair. His voice is low and ragged as he stares into Nino’s eyes. “Would you like to feed from me?”
Nino’s chest tightens. “Are you sure?”
Haruka nods against the pillow, his burgundy eyes soft but unwavering. “You have consent.”
A new rush of warmth and excitement washes over Nino’s body. His heart swells as he moves one hand up to meet Haruka’s free hand lazily resting on the pillow beside his head. Smoothly, he slides their palms together. They entwine their fingers as Nino bends down once more, licking Haruka’s neck to savor the cool, sweet taste of him before softly biting into his skin.
He exhales a sigh as he feeds, amazed at the sublime pleasure of his blood—of everything they’ve done tonight. The rich complexity of Haruka’s blood is so filling and like nothing Nino has ever tasted. He can feel it coursing through his body and revitalizing him, strengthening him in a way that he has never experienced.
In exchange, he focuses his mind. Pouring his sincere love and desire into Haruka. He thinks about how elegant and intelligent he is, and how much he loves simply talking to him. He thinks about his deep, bubbly laugh and how it sounds to his ears like music or an exotic bird’s mating call. He thinks about his wry sense of humor, mesmerizing eyes and how, if he could, he’d be content to spend every single day of his life in Haruka’s charming, enigmatic presence.
Nino takes a breath and pulls again, but something happens. He opens his eyes, startled. It feels as if something has jerked or rumbled, but he doesn’t know if the shift has occurred within himself or if something happened externally within the room. He stops feeding and licks Haruka’s neck. He lifts his head. Haruka’s dark brows are furrowed tightly, confused and wary. He felt it too.
“Haru… what was—”
Nino gasps sharply, his voice cut off from the rush of his nature forcefully pouring out of his body in a haze of brilliant golden light. Haruka’s body tenses and stiffens beneath him, his eyes blazing red again just before he forces them shut. The haze of Haruka’s aura intensifies and brightens, powerfully twisting and moving around their bodies.
His eyes wide, Nino watches as their two energies swirl and intermingle, like two beautiful snakes engaging in an ancient mating ritual. But as soon as Nino discerns what’s happening, the two energies fuse in a flash of vivid orange light, then slam back down in a rush of warm air against their naked bodies.
Nino inhales sharply again, feeling the heat of his vampiric nature enclosed within him. It’s different—heavy and stiff. He can’t move at all. For about five seconds, both he and Haruka are completely motionless, their eyes staring. Unable to speak. The intense thing deep inside Nino is squirming, adjusting. There’s a pull of pressure as if he’s linked to Haruka by an invisible and heavy chain.
Soon, the thing settles and relaxes, the weight of it becoming warmer and lighter. It felt daunting at first, but slowly, it offers an incredible sense of peace and security as it swells in his abdomen. Nino swallows, taking another deep breath to stop his body from quivering.
Just as he’s beginning to unpack what’s occurred, fear slices through his mind and down his spine like a machete. Intense fear, disbelief and anxiety flood his mind and heart, and the sudden intrusion of foreign emotions frightens Nino. The sensations are so strong, but unfamiliar to his mind. He knows these feelings, but they’re not his. He doesn’t feel this way and there’s no clear rationale for their existence.
Haruka shifts to slide his body upright, pushing away from Nino as he sits straight with his back pressed into the headboard. Nino sits up as well, staring at him. He sees the expression in Haruka’s eyes and he understands. These unexplained emotions Nino is feeling—this fear and terrible sense of panic—they aren’t his. Even though they radiate so severely inside him, they don’t belong to him.
They belong to Haruka.
Thirty-Seven
For a moment, everything is silent. Completely still. Nino’s body is tense, his mind busy trying to process the wild scatter of Haruka’s severe emotions while his body spasms from the unfamiliar energy settling within him.
Haruka’s burgundy eyes are manic. He isn’t moving and Nino can’t tell if he’s breathing as he sits against the headboard, his naked frame folded tightly with his knees drawn up.
His hand shaking, Nino reaches out to touch Haruka’s fingers against the mattress. “Haru, are you—”
Nino jumps when Haruka snatches his hand away and draws back further, his eyes glowing bright crimson again in the darkness. Haruka shakes his head, and simultaneously the pressure of harsh emotions in Nino’s mind pounds violently—an earsplitting crack to his left breaks the silence. Nino slams his palms to his ears, feeling as if his head will explode from the throbbing pain. The glass of the patio doors violently shatters, falling and sliding in large shards across the wood floor.
Haruka’s chest is heaving when Nino looks back at him, but there’s another loud crack just beside the bed. The porcelain lamp on Haruka’s bedside table violently splits, forming a map of crooked lines across its surface before it bursts as if smashed by an invisible hammer. Nino flinches with his palms still pressed to his ears, the agony in his head intensifying and making his vision blurry.
Something inside him pulls toward Haruka, telling Nino thatheis doing this and that he needs help. Haruka isn’t focused. He’s losing control. The crippling fear and confusion he feels are consuming him. Panicked, Nino removes one hand from his ear and takes hold of Haruka’s wrist. “Haru,stop—”
“Don’t—” Haruka snatches his wrist away, but Nino swiftly and firmly refastens his fingers around it, then shifts his body forward. Haruka tries to push him, but Nino grabs his head and presses their foreheads together, concentrating through the intense, painful throbbing in his mind. His eyes water as he clenches them shut, then wills the bright warmth of his energy outward.
His aura doesn’t manifest in the way he’s accustomed to. Doesn’t magnify from within him, glowing warmly in a golden haze like it has for the entirety of his life. When he opens his eyes, a light is slowly radiating and growing from within Haruka. It’s the same deep orange light that had washed over them after Nino fed. It’s beautiful. It reminds him of the Chilean sunset as it quietly engulfs Haruka’s body.
Nino blinks, his fingers still laced in Haruka’s dark hair. The mania in his eyes clears, his breathing slowing as he regains sone sense of awareness. The pounding between Nino’s ears subsides and the violent emotions calm to a quiet lull.
