:: Hush Hush, Here Comes the Boogey Man :: -- KEEP

[Kyon Girard]

There seemed to be more and more to like about the vampire by the second. She did think him especially crazy for putting himself so often in harms way just to see how far he could push his own body. Kyon just preferred to experience the pain as it came to her, not having to experience it before hand to know that she could power through it. She supposed that if he wanted to seem like 'tough stuff' the he could go ahead, but she was content with keeping herself devoid of pain if she could help it. She wondered if Marcus appreciated it when Cilian went out to harm their shared body, or if he was even aware of it. If he were, then he must only become more whiny because of it, seeing as he was far too weak to hold his own in that sort of situation.

With her head titled slightly to the side, Kyon watched the other vampire, letting her mouth hang slightly open so that her fangs peeked out.

"Now? Well since you've offered yourself up it would just be rude to not take advantage of having a little taste."

The woman grinned softly at his words, excitement clear in her eyes though her body remained as relaxed as before, waiting for his touch to move her. His hands coming onto her shoulders, she let her elbows fall away beneath her, dropping into the mattress and slowly raising her arms over her head to keep them from being squished under her hips. Pain soon blossomed in her shoulder, spreading up her neck and down her spine. A gasp was pulled from her and barely noticed her hands being pinned into the bed.

After a few seconds of stillness Kyon slowly lifted her legs up, propping her knees around the man's hips then pressing her thighs into his sides. It was strange of her to be so submissive and calm, she usually liked to have all of the control, even other vampires like Cil. She wouldn't stay like this for long, of course not, it was hard to hold herself back, but she would let him fall into a false sense of power. The only other movements she made over the next minute or so was to turn her head and press her nose to his temple, growling softly into his ear as her wrists pulled at his grip.

There was little to no thought going through Kyon's mind now, and she gradually let herself act supremely on instinct. Feeling those teeth still in her flesh, she had the strong urge to yank away from him, but she knew that this would only cause her serious pain and damage and she'd still be stuck underneath him where he could easily bite her again. Instead, she quickly ripped her arms out of his hands and secured them behind his head, holding him in place and arching her back so that he was pressed closer to her.

[Cillian Amir]

He is glad that she doesn't resist him pushing her back down onto the mattress, as much as he likes it when they fight back he isn't in any particular mood to have to fight to get what he wants right now. He wants whatever it is desires now and without any problems.Feeding from Kyon is nothing like feeding from a human. For one thing there is no heart beat to feel, there is no breathing rate to listen to, all he has to go on are her actions and maybe whatever noises she happens to make. It can be a little bit more delicate and touch-n-go but at least he doesn't have to worry about accidentally killing her. Cillian doesn't bite her to get her blood, to him vampire blood has no appealing taste. The bites he has given her is more of a show of dominance and power. He is holding her down and in control of her. Even though her blood is of no real importance to him Cillian still draws it from her body as if he were feeding from a human. It lacks the warmth that mortal blood has but when it's there for the taking he's not one to turn his nose up at anything.

If she were human he'd be listening to her heart beating, feeling the vibrations of it traveling over her skin, but she isn't so he can't. Pity really. Feeling Kyon move her legs against his hips causes a soft sigh to come from the male. Despite the male bravado he puts on the sexual encounters Cillian actually has are usually few in number. He has learned to draw satisfaction from the act of killing and injuring his victims in place of intercourse. It's not that he doesn't like it, it's just effort to go through when all he really wants is the blood and he can get that just as easily by right out attacking and tearing up the girls, no need for slow seduction.

Her pulling against his grip on her wrists, whether real or just for effect, is enough to make Cillian go into a more instinctual mode. His teeth ease out of her skin, but he keeps his lips close to her skin as he licks the blood from around the wound. He gives the skin around the bite a few good hard nips but doesn't break the skin. Suddenly he finds himself pressed down against Kyon and her pressing up against him with his head held in place by her hands. "Should have known you wouldn't let me keep you down for too long".Keeping himself propped up with one arm Cillian runs his free hand down Kyons side and up her leg a little his nails dragging across her skin. "Such a pity to mark something so beautiful, how fortunate then that you are able to heal without leaving any scars". As soon as he is finished speaking Cillian bites once more into the females skin just below where the first bite had been. An arm snakes beneath Kyon and lifts her up a little.

[Kyon Girard]

Something was wrong here. They were both being so gentle on the other, if you could consider biting gentle. It was just that there was no hitting, no trashing about, no yelling… She’d thought that Cilian liked that sort of thing, but when she’d shown just a little bit of retaliation toward him, the grabbing of his hair, the holding of his neck, he had become quite angry with her. And so, she let him set the mood, perfectly comfortable with whatever he felt in the mood to do. She had to admit that she did enjoy how calm this was though, being able to completely concentrate on sensation and not action.

Not that they were the best sensations. Kyon couldn’t help but hiss slightly at the repeated biting, feeling the sting as air hit the small but deep wounds. It was times like these that she wished vampires were like vampire bats, that their spit numbed their victim’s flesh. And then there were those times that she wished their fangs could cause even more pain, like if they were serrated so that they caused even more damage when they were pulled out. She was half tempted to try doing that to her own fangs some day.

"Should have known you wouldn't let me keep you down for too long.”

The woman smiled softly, slightly painfully, at this, curling her hand into his hair and holding it tight, glad that she had so much to grab onto. “I thought that would be boring for you darling,” she said quietly, pulling on his hair softly, playfully. She shifted her head a little to kiss his temple then sighed at the feeling of his hand running down her side all the way to her leg. It was nice how he’d done that, with his nails instead of the palm of his hand, it was more along the lines of the violent man she’d come to see him as and it felt controlling. She didn’t let on, but she did like to be tossed around every once and a while.

"Such a pity to mark something so beautiful, how fortunate then that you are able to heal without leaving any scars."

“You have too much fun to care,” Kyon gasped softly, as he bit into her neck again. She wished he would bite in a different place; that section of her shoulder was starting to feel raw and sore and he was keeping it from healing as fast. Perhaps that was his plan though, to keep the wound open and prolong the pain. Was he trying to get her to scream? If so, then good luck to him with that. Even after sitting in the sun for a few hours, she refused to scream, that was something better left to humans and werewolves, the screaming showed their weakness.

Having let Cil got at her shoulder for a minute or so, she dropped her hands from his hair, from the back of his head and reached down slowly. She curled her fingers around the hem of his shirt then began bunching it up. Taking one hand away from the fabric, she used it to carefully push his head way from her, giving him time to pull his fangs out, before yanking the shirt off over his head and dropping it off the side of the bed. She spared his body one short glance then curled an arm around his chest, her finger nails digging into his skin a little bit. Her free hand drifted onto his hip and she curled her fingers underneath the waistband of his pants, only suggesting the thought of taking them off as she waited to see what he would do to her.