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Post by Jareth on May 12, 2008 6:27:32 GMT -5
"I think I want to stop at my dorm so I can drop off my swimsuit and towel. You aren't supposed to go to that level of the lab... but if we're careful...."
The demon smiled grotesquely, but still, in a faltering, charming sort of way, " Oh how fun!" The demon laughed, " I love getting into places where I don't belong!" He made a sweeping motion over his lips with his thumb and fore finger, then clasped his hands in front of him and nodded, " I shall be as delicate as a hunting cat." He spoke, gaining a subtle air, and nearly one of the most quiet ones he's ever had.
Jareth pranced along silently behind the man as he took him up the stairs, past new places, and into his dorm, watching as he swiped his wrist above a mechanical plague. He loomed over the man as he followed him into the bed room, " Interesting...." he vocalized as the door was shut behind them, " A microchip in the scientists as well?"
He looked the room over, and after the doctor gave the go-a-head, flopped down on the cot, the only comfortable place to sit. The man was right, these were nice. He'd have to get himself one.
He lay on his back, arms pillowed behind his head, legs crossed high in the air, " Does it not concern you that the government knows where you are and what you're doing because of those things?"
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Post by Dr. Hart on May 12, 2008 7:43:47 GMT -5
Dr. Hart nodded, leaning on the wall closest to Jareth, which was the one in front of him. It seemed odd, to have an object of desire in his bed...and yet, he was still hesitatant to make any moves. Perhaps that's because the demon hadn't shown any signs of returned feelings. Better to let things go unsaid. He didn't need physical affection, he was the Goddamned head of the lab! Everyone was under HIS control... and yet, the feeling of deep seeded lonliness was never that far away.
Dr. Hart nodded. "Oh yes, we're all microchiped. Something about, if we run away it administers a lethal dose of something or other... We can leave, but we have to have our memory whipped clean... Easier just to stay here." He said softly. "Plus I wouldn't want to forget people like you." He said, his voice soft and musical like the song of clarinet.
"Ah, it's not the gouvernment, it's strictly lab-related. Even yours, the government has nothing to do with us. We're only building enhanced humans for their army, in exchange, they're letting us study without them interfering at all."
Dr. Hart pushed himself off the wall and sat himself down on the bed. Did the demon have feelings? Did he like or dislike people? Clarence sighed deeply and flopped back beside Jareth. "Do demons desire?" He asked, looking up at the ceiling and counting the tiles. "Do demons dream? Do oyu have hopes and wishes? Can you love? Or hate for that matter? And what about greed and lust and all that jazz?" Clarence asked, half rolling and propping himself up on an elbow so he could look over the Demon.
"Or are those things reserved for only humans as myself...?" He questioned, longing to reach out and feel that ivory flesh under his finger tips, to have those golden eyes look into his own... Clarence sighed deeplu again and rolled back onto his back.
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Post by Jareth on May 12, 2008 10:36:33 GMT -5
"Hmmmmm....interesting..." Jareth stored that little bit of information for later. One never knew when they might need something like that. It was always Useful to keep ones ears open, " They same would go for us too if we tried to leave I suppose." It stated. Never question if you don't have to. If you question, people will get suspicious and back off. If you state, people will try to correct your thinking, thus leaking out the information you wanted to know. Manipulation 101.
The demon felt the cot sag slightly and turned to find the man laying down beside him. He frowned. He was not comfortable laying next to an other. In the dorms he had learned that beds were for containing a single person only. Sharing a bed was a human ritual, designed so that the two partners could get closer to one an other. If this action had not made Jareth suspicious to begin with, the vibes he felt coming of the man made it all to clear.
The man was attracted to him.
He smiled deviously. So, the man wasn't a lost cause after all. He had him right were he wanted him. His next move could win him the game.
The devil turned over onto his front and gave a large, cat like stretch. He lay his head down in his arms and stared up at the man.
"Do demons desire?"
Jareth grinned at the question. " I can not speak for all demons but...yes, we desire."
"Do demons dream? Do you have hopes and wishes? Can you love? Or hate for that matter? And what about greed and lust and all that jazz?"
Jareth mused one question at a time, turning it over in his head until he was sure he had the correct answer for the current situation, " We have hopes and wishes, as for dreams I'd hardly no. I never spend enough time asleep." He brought the front part of his torso off the bed so that he was once again shadowing over the man, " I'd say we don't dream for long. Demons are short on Patience. If we want something, we go and get it." He haphazardly readied out a hand, and after a moments hesitation, began to stroke the man's hair. It gave him chills, " We are greedy and lustful. I have not been around long enough to know love, but I do know hate, so there must be a love."
The demon pulled his hand down over the man's ear, down his face, down his neck, dragging his claws lightly across the surface of the flesh, " Why do you ask such silly questions doctor?" he leaned in closer. Close enough for the man to feel his breath on his lips, " What information could you possibly want, Hm?"
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Post by Dr. Hart on May 12, 2008 12:19:12 GMT -5
"No... Experiments are different." Dr. Hart said firmly. "Your microchips won't kill you if you escape, they do however provide quite a nice little dose of a drug that wipes your memory clean... However, we can track you guys if you leave, to your exact location." The doctor felt Jareth roll over in the bed and he held his breath for just a moment.
He let it out slowly as Jareth answered his questions, each response better than the last. "So you don't sleep much..."It was a statement.
When Jareth touched his hair, he nearly jerked out of the touch. It was unfamliar, yet so wanted. "Love is something that an experienced human might never know..." He whispered, electric shocks bolting down his spine as the demon's claws gently brushed over his skin. He shivered, turning to face Jareth more fully. His breath ghosted off his lips, leaving him wanting more, but too afraid to push on.
"Silly questions?" Dr. Hart asked, looking up into the Demon's liquid gold eyes. "There are no silly questions..." He whispered.
The gaze was too intense and he dropped his eyes. Butterflies tried to climb up his throat and he swallowed them down, there was a 'click' from his throat as he did so. "Perhaps it is not information I want." Clarence said in a whispy voice and he reached out and cupepd the back of his neck in his hand. "Perhaps it is information I have that you may want..." He suggested, raising a thin eyebrow and smirking demonically.
"What else would you like to know?" He asked softly, leaning up slightly. "I know secret stores of stuff like paint, hair dye, clothes...Anything people had on them when they were brought here. I know ways out of this lab..." He trailed off. "I know a lot..." He pulled Jareth closer, his timid nature forgotten for the moment.
"All you have to do is give me what I want." The doctor purred, eyes locking onto Jareth's. Gold against light brown. Who's will would bend first? Perhaps the demon had underestimated him.
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Post by Jareth on May 12, 2008 14:55:44 GMT -5
He had hit the nail on the head. The man craved his touch, his own mind betraying him in order to get closer to the devil. He trying seducing him with stories of 'paint' and 'clothing'. The devil only smiled. He let the man touch him, let him drag him in closer, that was fine. He'd gotten over the sensation it had given him by now.
"Hmmm....Information would be nice......" He cooed, running his hand ever downward from his neck towards the belt. His lips twisted up at the edges, " Nothing as trivial as paint my good man," he hissed, letting his claws rake harder over the fabric of the man's shirt, " I have no use for such puerile goods." he let his fingers linger above the man's abdomen, "No. A man of your status wouldn't be able to satisfy me...."
"But..." The demon's smirk widened, " If you'd like to try..."
With a quick, graceful movement, the demon had straddled the man between his legs, pulling him up by the jaw with his thumb and forefinger, his hand whisked up to the man collar, fisting itself in the fabric,. When the demon spoke, he spoke quickly, words heavily weighted, but never losing their sticky-sweet flavour, " How can I get into unaccessible regions of this facility. How can I get my saying in some up coming experiments. How can control this implanted nuisance in my head. And how in Heaven's name can I get out of this bloody place?"
The demon pulled him roughly closer to himself, his lips brushing lightly over the man's lips, " Tell me what I want.... and I shall be your slave." He purred. Torturing the man with his touch, temping him to take the bait.
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Post by Dr. Hart on May 12, 2008 16:03:51 GMT -5
One moment the demon was trailing his hand down his stomach, sending a series of twtiches and shivers through him, the next moment, he was stradled and held close by his shirt. The demon hooked a finger under his jaw, tilting his head up. He was at least trying to play a little impartial, but a small whimper betrayed him. He bit down on his lip roughly to block any other sounds. A bead of blood welled up around his canine tooth.
"Well..." The Doctor started, "I could get you another chip." He whispered, the demon was too close for comfort, but too far away at the same time. His thoughts were all clouded, like they were webbed in haze. He couldn't focus. He could fell the demon. His scent was overpowering. He couldn't think at all. "A low level scientist chip..." And then, as if in reward, the demon brushed his lips against his. A jolt traveled down his spine, straighting it, pulling himself closer to the demon. He forgot about not trying to make any sounds and a low groan passed over his lips, but before he knew it the demon had pulled away again. "I'll tell you anything..."
"I can get you an other chip, it'll give you acess to every floor except the first and 6th...." He whispered. "They're the only ones I can get my hands on, but the second through 5th floor, no doors will be locked to you." He said quickly and hoarsly. His fingers played through Jareth's hair.
"You can have your say by hacking into some scientist's account, or I could create a fake scientist for you... You'll be able to put in any amount of input you want..." He whispered in a hurry.
"Out... out is harder, but there are ways." He said quietly. "The vents..." He groaned. Just Jareth's presence alone was enough, but now he was being touched by him. "Some of them go outside. You need blue prints?" he asked. "I've got them..." He leaned his head back, exposing his throat. Tendons stood out against his skin, the colour of ivory. "I could even help you find the routes out..." He whispered, hands running down Jareth's back, taking in the curves and toned muscles. Clarence was a twig in comparison, Jareth could snap him like a twig if he wanted to. He shivered against the demon. "Is that enough?" He whimpered.
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Post by Jareth on May 12, 2008 19:21:29 GMT -5
The demon smiled. He'd won.
"MMmmnnnnn..." The demon purred, " That will do...." He placed the man back down on the bed and worked vainly at removing the creases in his shirt he had made. His eyes gleamed darkly, " For now at least...."
He sat up on the edge of the bed, letting one leg dangle off, the other bent in on itself so that the sole of his left foot pressed against his right foot. Jareth held himself high as he fixed his hair back into its respectable place, leaving a kinky lock to play around his eyes.
"An alias as a low level scientist would be the optimal choice I'd say." he untwisted himself from the man and pushed his way to leave a foot between the two, " I don't mind not having access to all floors. it's better than what i have now." His eyes gleamed with bliss, " And now I know the system isn't as infallible as I thought."
He beamed down at the man, cocking his head so that his lock fell over his face, "Now, what is it that you request as payment for this information?" He reached a hand outward to bush the outline of the man's jaw with his claw, " And be warned, for I am not about to give you more than what you payed for." A dark gleam dashed through the demon's eyes.
He leaned in, and with the whisk of his claw, scraped the blood from the man's lip. He placed the claw between his own lips, licking it clean with a lash of his tongue.
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Post by Dr. Hart on May 12, 2008 21:47:04 GMT -5
"Now, what makes you think I'm that unfair?" Dr. Hart asked, sounding a tad hurt. "I am fair in my bargains." He hissed softly, trying not to shiver at the claws that brushed over his jaw and the dark gleam in the demon's eyes. "And I never go back on my word, either way, you can trust me more than I can trust you." Clarence said in a harsher tone. He liked the demon, yes, but he wouldn't trust him as far as he could throw him.
Clarence drew closer to Jareth as he whipped away the blood with one swift flick of his claw and then licked it clean. He grabbed the demon's shirt and pulled him close so he could whisper in his ear. He pressed his lips to the curve of his ear. "You know what I want." He said, shrugging his shoulders. "A kiss would do for now." He sat himself in Jareth's lap, his thin chest pressing into the demon's. The demon dwarfed him, he looked like a china doll sitting in his lap, so small and delicate. "I might be able to get more info for you..." He said softly, tilting his head back slowly. "That is, if I like what I get."
He looked up with his eyes half-lidded, the eyes of a manipulator. Now they were both getting what they wanted. "Now, my half of the deal?" Clarence asked, wrapping his thin arms around the back of Jareth's neck. He sat up on his knees, each one planted evenly around the Demon's hips. He moved close enough to kiss him. "Or are you going to go back on your deal?" He asked. "Perhaps I should have gotten you to sign in blood..." He contemplated.
"Whatever..." He whispered, pulling Jareth closer. He pressed his lips against Jareth's, knocking them both to the bed.
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Post by Jareth on May 14, 2008 19:15:46 GMT -5
Jareth raised his eyebrows in surprise as the man pushed him back onto the bed, forcing their lips together. After a moments confusion, Jareth pulled back from the man and looked up into his eyes.
"This is what you had in mind?" The demon said snidely as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, " A bit crude and animalsque don't you think?" He shrugged his shoulders and readjusted his weight on to his right arm, " Well....if this is what you want, who am I to protest."
And with a move as quick as lightning, the demon had flipped the man over onto his back and had his arms pin up by his ears. If he was going to do this, he was a least going to be on top of the man. He hated the feeling of subdominace. He had to be in control at all times.
He moved in, running his clawed hand up the man's torso and around the side of his neck. He pressed his knee against the inside that of the man's. He bit the man's lip, pulling it towards him, slipping his tongue in between the man's lips. If this was what humans liked, he could work with it.
((DX ah! Sorry if it's not that good...my sister's being stupid and the msn is acting up))
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Post by Dr. Hart on May 15, 2008 19:25:34 GMT -5
One moment he had been on top, the next moment, he was under Jareth's strong arms like a butterfly pinned to a wood board. He shivered, pupils pinpoints as the demon kissed him. A small gasp passed his tops as the rough nails were dragged over his tender skin. His eyes carefully watched Jareth's moves, but slipped closed at the sudden feeling of body against his when Jareth pressed his knee between his thighs. He trembled under him and pulled carefully at his hands, testing the demon's grip... It was like iron bars crossed over his wrists, escape was no an option.
He pulled his face away from Jareth's, panting and shivering like a fever had gripped him. "Jareth..." He said softly, trying to pull his wrists free. "That's enough." He whispered, tugging his wrists free and pulling away.
He shifted out from under Jareth and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry... I thought..." He said, shaking his head. "But no, I was wrong." He sighed deeply, a sigh showing closer to his age than his looks. For a moment, how tired the man really was was evident, shining through like a brief sunshine on a cloudy day, you know... only more depressing. "I'm not that kind of guy." He said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. His muddy brown eyes sought out Jareth's. "I'm sorry..."
The doctor stood and turned to look at Jareth. "But you got the info you wanted, correct?" He asked, grinning oddly. He seemed hurt and a tad bitter, but it wasn't really Jareth's fault, it's what he got for rushing in on just lust alone. He ran a hand through his hair. He needed the pain. He wanted to cut himself. He bit his lip again, forcing blood again. He licked the blood away. "I'm sorry..." He said again.
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Post by Jareth on May 19, 2008 9:56:30 GMT -5
"Jareth..." The demon paused for a moment, cocking an ear toward the man Incas he had any more to say. "That's enough." With th that, Jareth loosened his grip and let the man slip away from him. He pushed himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, leaving a fair amount of space between him and the man. He ran a hand through his hair and brushed the creases out of his shirt.
The man beside him sighed and took it upon himself to break the silence with mindless conversation, using words like 'I'm sorry' and 'I'm not that kind of guy' The demon rolled his eyes and sighed, " Of coarse you're not that type." He cooed, agreeing with the man in order to keep him friendly, " There's no need to be sorry." The demon moved closer, leaning over the man in a way that was most common to him, " You had an itch and needed to know how best to scratch it." The demon gave a large stretch before standing up and making his way to the other side of the room.
"I do hope this won't come between our relationship." The demon smiled in a nearly friendly way, " i still hope to be of service to you.... if you will be of service to me?" The demon offered.
The demon sniffed, smelling blood on the air. He sighed, " You really must stop doing that." He growled, his voice swimming with darker tones, " You're going to make me jump you."
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Post by Dr. Hart on May 19, 2008 17:39:37 GMT -5
((Ah! He's being emo! I'm sorry. >_<;; He's very dramatic...))
There was something sickening about the way the demon talked. So demeaning, undermining... A flare of anger sparked in Dr. Hart's chest, but his face remained cool and slightly distressed. The man rubbed his wrists where the demon had grabbed them and nodded slowly, like a child being told what is right and what is not.
"Stop doing what?" He asked, chewing his lips, his eyes cautious and dark. They locked onto the demon questioningly. "I'm not doing anything!" He snapped. "I've never done anything! I'm an utter failure! I can't even have a fling!" He screamed. "And not like you help! WIth your knowing smirk and for fucking demeaning tone!"
Dr. Hart advanced on the demon and swung an open hand clear across his cheek. "FUCK YOU!" He screamed, lossing all cool that he had. Tears streamed down his cheeks in rivers.
The doctor stormed across the room, knocking the dresser over as he passed. Despite being tiny, he had a well of strength when he was upset. "I FUCKING HATE YOU!" He shrieked at the demon. He bit down on his lip, cracking it. Blood dripped to his chin and down his neck in a slow dribble. He returned to the dresser and dug out a yellow exacto knife, with a few easy movements, he had his sleeve pulled to his elbow and the slashed madly at the exposed, already cut and scarrecd skin. Blood flecked the white linen on the bed and tainted the walls. The white seemed to scream at the red, then Clarence realised it wasn't the room that was screaming, it was him. Completely animal and unfocused, he just screamed and slashed at his arm.
He felt numb, he couldn't feel the pain, the cuts grew deeper, crimson drops dripping to the floor at an increasing rate. With one final scream of fury, he flung the razor across the room and slumped down into floor, his bones seeming to disappear for a moment and he just sobbed and sobbed.
"You must think I'm completely disgusting!" He wailed.
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Post by Jareth on May 28, 2008 18:57:02 GMT -5
"Stop doing what?" The man asked, the smell of blood growing more over powering.
"You know exactly what." The demon growled. he hated the childish way the man had answered him.
"I'm not doing anything!" He snapped. "I've never done anything! I'm an utter failure! I can't even have a fling!" He screamed. "And not like you help! With your knowing smirk and your fucking demeaning tone!"
The demon frowned, this was getting complicated. If he wanted to babysit, he would have stayed down with the experiments. At least with them he had more control, " Sometimes a demeaning tone is necessary when dealing with children."
Slap!
Jareth raised a hand to the check where the man had struck him. His eye narrowed. NO ONE touched him like that. "FUCK YOU!" The man screamed at him. the demon fought the urge to to attack the man. To tackle him to the floor, rip at his flesh with his teeth and claws. The act would be completely uncivil....though it was entirely tempting. "I FUCKING HATE YOU!"
"Well that makes two of us...." the demon hissed. His arms twitching, being held back by the little bit of self control he had left. He watched the man as he stormed through the room, knocking things over in his path. He calmed down a little. Watching his antics was quiet amuzing... he still wanted to hurt him though...
Until he had pulled out a razor. Jareth's jaw fell open. The man slashed at his arms with the thing. Blood began blossoming on the pale surface of his flesh. The corners of Jareth's lips curled up into a devious smile. He pulled a hand to his mouth to cover it. The human was screaming, wailing at the top of his lungs. It sent shivers through the demon, sending him into a fit. he no longer wanted to hurt the man. He wanted the man. He wanted to own the container of that scream, the object that held the crimson blood that was spilling uselessly to the floor. he wanted him....and he would have him.
The human flung the knife across the room, collapsing on the floor beside the bed, sobbing. the demon made his way slowly to the crumpled man, his smile twisting the closer he got.
"You must think I'm completely disgusting!" The janitor wailed.
The demon bent down and grabbed the man's chin between his thumb and forefinger, lifting his face to his own, " you obviously don't know me well enough to judge me." With that, he pressed his lips to that of the man's, licking the blood off of them, bitting down hard enough to brake the thin skin. He pulled away slowly, bringing his focus to the mans scared arm. he pressed his lips to the fresh wounds, licking them clean as well. he couldn't help himself, he'd been refraining from the action the entire night. He bit down on the man's flesh, sucking lightly, forcing the blood out of the wound and into his mouth. The warm, salty liquid was completely addicting, he couldn't help himself. He became engrossed in the action, ignoring the man, biting harder and becoming more frenzied in his feasting.
He had warned the man, but he had not listened. If anything happened, it was not his fault.
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Post by Dr. Hart on May 28, 2008 20:28:50 GMT -5
The demon did not react in disgust, but in lust. Clarence recoiled, or tried to, but the demon held him firm, biting and licking, drawing more blood out of his already swollen lips. He moaned despite himself. He was in a mix of pain, fear and pleasure. He knew he couldn't stop the demon on his own, his human strength was pitiful in comparison, but on the other side of the glittering token, he didn't want to fight, being used felt good. At least he was helpful that way.
Jareth bit down on his arm, bringing a real flair of pain into his mind. It was bright red and jolted him into a fully aware state. Colours brightened and swirled. Sounds seemed louder and clearer. "Jareth!" He half screamed, half panted. "Please, Jareth... " He didn't know what he was begging for. Was it to stop? Or to go on? He wasn't sure. He wasn't lossing enough blood to die, and even with Jareth licking the blood away, it was still clotting. "Jareth... Please... Please.." He whispered, half trying to pull away and half leaning into him.
He pulled away from the demon, wrenching his arm out of Jareth's grip. "Jareth, get a hold of yourself! You're going to drink me dry." His voice was now calmed and controlled, the Adrenalin flowing through his system was clearing his thoughts, voiding emotion. He backed up along the wall. "Stay there a moment." He grabbed the razor from across the room and slowly worked his way back. He pulled his shirt over his head and smirked slightly.
Clarence had gone form fragile doll to sex toy in one moments rush of the intoxicating adrenalin. His golden eyes, half lidded spoke of unexpressed lust, just waiting to be released. Maybe fetish was the way to go. He trailed the blade roughly, but skillfully down his ribcage, slicing open the pale skin. It opened easily under the cold blade. Warm blood trickled down his side as he strutted his way over to Jareth.
With a click flick of his weak hand, he sliced his other wrist open, not deeply, be enough to bleed. He didn't care if he hit arteries, the cuts barely hurt anymore. He dipped his fingers in the blood, and brushed his fingers over the Demon's lips. "But I am willing to play, at leas a little." He pulled away and walked over to the wall beside the Demon. He brushed his pale fingers over the slice along his ribs and moaned softly, his eyes never leaving Jareth. "Come get it." He whispered, licking his own fingers clean, his other hand running down along his stomach and down his pelvis. He pushed his pants down over one hip and drew the blade across the exposed, snow white skin. Blood blossomed like flowers of ill-will.
"I know you want it, so why don't you come get it?" He asked tauntingly. Clarence licked his lips and brushed his hand over his chest, fingers dipping back into the blood along his ribs. He traced small bloody circles over his smooth skin. "I know your not one to ask or beg for something you want....but what you need from me, you can take... But don't expect me not to fight." He drawled darkly, eyes dancing over Jareth's face.
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Post by Jareth on May 29, 2008 19:25:36 GMT -5
"Jareth! Please, Jareth!" The man was yelling again, fighting to pull away. Jareth only sunk his teeth in deeper into his tender flesh. He couldn't help himself. His blood was liquid ecstasy, dripping down his throat, fueling his passion and only making him crave more. The man tried to pull away once more, the demon clasped his arm firmly with his strong hands, digging his claws into his flesh and yanking him closer... but no matter how hard Jareth tried to keep hold of him, the human found his way out of his grasp and pulled away.
He wiped the man's blood from his lips with the back of his hand.
"Jareth, get a hold of yourself! You're going to drink me dry."
The demon growled. It wasn't his fault! He hadn't been the one tempting a demon with his blood. The adrenaline in his system was slowly waining, leaving him drained, tired, and very agitated. He was about ready to pin the man down and actually drink him dry.
The man looked around the room, his eyes falling on the knife on the other side of the room. " Stay there." He grin. The demon's eyes narrowed noticeably. What was he? A pet? The man grabbed the knife and headed back over to the demon, leaning on a nearby wall and....began removing his clothing.
Jareth eyed him suspiciously. What was the crazy man up to now? In a sleek movement of the wrist, the man had cut a clean line down the side of one rib, leaving a river of blood in its bladed wake. Jareth's pupils dilated into pinpricks as he swallowed hard. His body quivered as he tried with all his strength to hold himself back. The man made his way back to the demon.
An other slice. This time, it was his wrist that was taking the abuse. the blood that ran down his wrist was quickly caught and spread over the demon's lips, just out of sight, but the smell allow was potent enough to have the demon gasping from breath.
"I am willing to play... at least a little." The man whispered. Jareth leaned in towards him as he pulled away slowly. Jareth growled. A heat was rising up in his gut, making him restless. His body made small movements, much like a wild cat getting ready to pounce. he licked his lips clean, savoring the taste. he wanted more.
He watched the man run his hand up his side, smearing the blood along his ribs, letting out a small moan."Come get it."
Jareth adverted his gaze. The man wanted him. He was using him. He was no pet, he was a demon! A superior being! He didn't have to do what this man wanted him to! But...
His nose twitched as the sent of the man's blood dance around his nostrils. He heard the man breathing hard nearby. His heart raced.
"I know you want it, so why don't you come get it?" The man taunted. Jareth gave a small lurch forward, still trying to control his urges,"I know your not one to ask or beg for something you want....but what you need from me, you can take..." Jareth looked up slowly at the man, his eyes full of hate. he stood up, making his way over to the man. His will had snapped. He grabbed the man by his blood covered hands and pressed him to the wall.
He leaned down, crouching slightly, and licked lightly at the top of the wound on the mans ribs. " I hate you..." he growled, sucking the area clean. He gradually made his way down the man's chest, pausing only for a moment before continuing on to his pelvis, " I HATE you...." he breathed, before digging into the man's soft flesh with his sharp teeth. He felt a tendon snap under the power of his jaws, but didn't stop. He hated himself of continuing, but he couldn't help himself. He was disgusted, get kept going.
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