Amongst the Abandoned Buildings

"What poor creature has to suffer being your bounty?" He grinned down at the young vampire, showing no harm in his little jibe.

Bounty hunting, eh...? He hadn't done that in a while.

He and Aodh used to bounty hunt all the time. The two of them enjoyed walking wherever their feet took them looking for whatever creature they could get a bounty for.

"D'you need a hand?" A heartbeat later, he flushed red. "N-not that I think you're incompetent or anything. I just thought that maybe you'd like some company or...somethin'." He looked away awkwardly, biting his lip as his face glowed.

Avira blinked. An offer to help with a bounty? It…gave him mixed feelings, to be honest. On the one hand it was sweet of him, and on the other Avira couldn’t help feeling rather affronted.

“…I…have never worked with a partner.” he said, choosing his words carefully. “Perhaps….another time. When I am more accustomed to other’s company…”

He trailed off. Way to go Avira. Sound even more like an asshole, why don’t you? That should REALLY turn the tables in your favor I’m sure.

Avira sighed, then turned his head. Without really thinking, he laid a soft kiss on Coilean’s throat, then laid his head against his shoulder again. He hated being so awkward and horrible with people. Coilean deserved someone much more….friendly.

He nodded. He had expected an answer like that. From what he could tell, Avira was a very closed off person.

The suggestion that he may let Coilean on a hunt with him was more than expected.

He smiled. "I'd like that. But take as much time as you need, leannán. I don't want to make you uncomfortable with me around." He raised a hand to stroke his fingers down Avira's cheek.

He swallowed when Avira kissed his throat. Like vampires, the throat was usually a no-go place for wolves. They bared their throats in acts of submission. And when subduing an out of control wolf or killing them.

He was scared of anyone being near his throat.

Avira, oblivious to the trespass he’d just committed, nuzzled against Coilean’s shoulder. He was warm, and granted, mostly naked, but Avira didn’t really care.

The day was growing grayer, the fog was rolling in. Pretty soon, Avira was sure that it would begin to rain and storm, but he didn’t want to move. He’d get up when his cats started complaining, and since they weren’t yet, he stayed put.

“You don’t make me uncomfortable.” he murmured at last, but said nothing else.

How was he supposed to say that he was most comfortable around Coilean?

He ran his tongue over his suddenly dry lips and swallowed again, inhaling a long, slow breath before exhaling, tense shoulders relaxing.

"That's good." He grinned then nudged the top of his white head with his nose. "But seeing too much of me'll get overbearing."

His eyes turned to the sky and he sighed inaudibly, nose scrunching up. Yay, rain. Just what he needed. If he tried walking home as it was, he'd probably get caught for streaking. These broken and torn jeans really didn't cover much. If it rained, there was no way in hell he was keeping his jeans on.

But, at least he'd enjoy the rain. It'd wash away some of the dust and sweat sticking to his skin and it'd make him feel better until he got to a shower.

Avira glanced up at the sky again. A roll of thunder echoed overhead and he sighed.

“I think we’re going to get rained out.” he murmured softly.

He made no move to get up or leave though. His shirt was a lost cause anyway, some animal had probably toted it off. And his pants we’re meant to be kept pristine either. He’d live.

Caterva and Ignis however, would NOT be pleased.

“…Though I guess I could keep the rain off us.” he added, after a moment. It was a perk to controlling water.

Coilean stayed leant against the wall, arms wrapped around Avira.

"Ya don't need to waste your energy. Its just a little water. Its not gonna kill us," was his murmured reply.

Was it wrong to admit that the thought of kissing Avira in the rain wouldn't leave his head?

He ran his thumb over Avira's hand gently, eyes sliding closed.

Avira let out a soft sigh. He closed his eyes and relaxed, senses dulling to just touch and smell and sound. Coilean’s musky scent, his warm skin, and the thunder rolling over head.

It was only another ten minutes or so until the thunder crashed right over them and the sky opened. Rain poured down on the pair, leaving the cats to skitter inside the abandoned building behind them. Caterva growled, coiling himself around Ignis so that the white cat wouldn’t get wet.

Avira didn’t move, even as the cool rain drenched him.

The Lycan lifted his face to the open heavens, enjoying to cool rain pelting his face.

He could feel the dirt and grime being cleansed from his dirt-darkened skin.

This was nice. Just sitting in the rain in silent companionship with someone. No one complaining in his ear about it being too cold or too wet. And he even had the warmth of a body pressed against his own.

His hand skimmed up Avira's arm and over his shoulder, cupping his chin and nudging his face upwards.

And then he leaned in for a kiss.

Avira was content. Cool rain, warm body, no one to tell him to move or ask him what was wrong. For one moment the world stood still and everything else was okay. Just for a moment.

A hand cupped his cheek, and Avira’s eyes flickered open. Coilean leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and the vampire let himself melt. Just for now, he supposed, it was okay to indulge in something like this… Wasn’t it?

Avira shifted his body so he could lean up and kiss Coilean more easily. He pressed against the wolf, relishing how warm he was in comparison to his own naturally cooler body.

The hand cradling Avira's chin slid into his hair and his other arm curled around his waist, pulling him ever closer.

Right now, the old Lycan was content. Happy, even.

Here he was sharing a moment with someone he cared for (screw the short amount of time they had known each other) out in the rain alone.

His lips parted and his tongue traced over Avira's lower lip slowly.

Avira shivered, but didn’t resist. He parted his lips, offering Coilean entrance to his mouth. It was nice, he decided, how slow and gentle Coilean was. The lycan didn’t push boundaries, just waited for them to be set.

The rain pelted down on them but Avira ignored it, drowning in the kiss. One of his arms slid around Coilean’s neck, pulling them closer together. His thought process simmered down to how nice this was, and how he didn’t want the moment to end any time soon.

Avira could remember the last time he had been with someone; before Ignicio anyway. It had been a long time before that, and not entirely pleasant. He had avoided kissing like the plague because kissing was…intimate. It meant something. He hadn’t liked it.

It made him wonder why it was so easy to kiss Coilean.

Coilean smirked internally at the shudder. If he shuddered from just a kiss, Coilean was going to have a lot of fun showing him what else he could do to the body. But that would be at a later date when Avira was much more comfortable with him.

As he had stressed a week ago, he didn't want to jump into bed with him straight away for fear it'd scare the boy off. He was content going at Avira's place.

But when the vampire's arm curved around his neck and hoisted him closer, something ignited. He liked being close to people. He liked being able to feel bare skin pressed against his. And now, feeling Avira's slick chest pressed against his own, he was feeling a little hot under the collar.

At this point, he should have pulled back, apologised awkwardly and thought of cabbages until he was calmer.

But his fingers only threaded further into Avira's long white hair as his tongue passed into the vampires mouth.

Avira felt Coilean’s fingers tighten in his hair and he shivered again. His back arched, pressing his body closer, chest to chest with the lycan. However this position was awkward, and made kissing harder than it should have been.

Hissing his annoyance, Avira shifted, not really paying attention to what he was doing so he wouldn’t back out of it. He was doing amazingly well for someone with so little truth in the remainder of the world. If he could coax himself into something more, then why not?

Avira nudged Coilean’s knees, pressing them down slightly and moving, slipping into the other male’s lap. He settled there, slipping his other arm around his neck as well, still kissing him slowly. This felt nice, and Avira was able to ignore any misgivings at the moment.

He was kissing someone in the rain, there wasn’t much else to think about. (Or so he told himself.)

Coilean purred out a moan when Avira pulled himself onto his lap.

Caution quite happily threw itself to the wind and his kiss grew fiercer, lips moving quicker, tongue becoming more curious in its exploration.

This felt good. Very good.

His hands slid down to Avira's hips, thumbs rubbing in small circles.

Deep down, he wanted Avira to pull away. If this went any further, it'd be awkward in the longrun. He'd rather nip things in the bud and deal with his own little problem alone than make Avira awkward and shrink away from him.

But he didn't have much control over his carnal lusts. It'd have to be Avira to stop them if anyone.

Avira didn’t want to stop though. Which was strange because he ALWAYS shied away from physical contact, always.

Hands were on his hips, thumbs rubbing against the jutting bones, his pants were soaked and clinging to his legs now. Avira knew he was wandering into dangerous territory, his fingers curling into Coilean’s hair. If he didn’t stop this, things were going to spiral quickly out of control.

So why didn’t he stop? Why didn’t he care? Was his craving for affection, for someone to care, really that strong?

It was a little bit pathetic, to be honest.

He gasped, softly, pulling back to breathe. Avira rested his forehead against Coilean’s, staring into his silver eyes.

Coilean thanked the vampire silently when he pulled back, staring back at him with molten silver eyes.

His thumbs continued to brush gently against his skin. And yet again, he marvelled at how soft his skin was compared to his.

His was calloused with fighting and age. Avira's was soft and smooth and young.

"Tá cion agam ort, Avira," he muttered.

Avira didn’t understand what Coilean was saying, but his tone said enough for him to get the gist. Avira was better at reading other people than expressing himself, which was sad, but true. He could tell what most people were thinking or feeling just by observation alone.

“Je…t’aime beaucoup…” Avira whispered shyly, averting his eyes.

He wasn’t sure how else to express it. They had only met twice, this shouldn’t be happening… Avira wasn’t quite sure what was going on anymore.

Coilean blinked.

He hadn't expected a confession of any sorts so soon. This was only their second meeting. They hadn't known each other for more than a few hours.

But they had just seemed to click.

His silver eyes smouldered into Avira's amethyst as his large hands cupped his face. "Mé ndáiríre is mian leat, ró."

He pressed his lips to Avira's forehead softly before nuzzling his nsoe against the younger man's.

Avira purred softly as Coilean nuzzled him. His hands were warm and big, they felt like they could probably break Avira if they wanted to, but they were too gentle to do such a thing.

His words, though incomprehensible in direct meaning, made a warm glow start up in Avira’s heart. He wasn’t used to being so easily accepted…or so happy. Coilean made his thoughts disappear. The demons from their last meeting weren’t even on the fringes of his mind.

Avira didn’t question it, just accepted that maybe this was someone who even his subconscious understood he just had to know. Even for just a little while.

It was funny, they were way out in the open, in the middle of nowhere. Anyone could walk by and see them. But Avira had never felt safer.

The purr was met with a growing purr of his own. There was definitely a canine influence in his purr. It was rougher, darker. Yet still soft. It wasn't threatening like so many growls he had given off.

He pressed a light peck to Avira's lips, thumbs brushing over the young vampire's cheeks.

This felt so right. He didn't care whether people thought vampires and werewolves couldn't get along. Avira and Coilean were living contradictions to that.

Avira wasn’t sure which was stranger, a vampire feeling comfortable around a werewolf or him feeling comfortable around anyone. Whichever it was, it didn’t matter to him, not right now.

Touch was something Avira had given up a good hundred years ago. The last time he’d slept with anyone had been unpleasant and unsatisfying, and the whole roof incident counted for nothing. That had just been…idiocy, on his part.

But Coilean’s rough hands and warm lips just made Avira relax. All he wanted to do was settle down and never move again, just so long as he could be curled up against Coilean. It was odd, even for a normal person he supposed, to be so attached so quickly.

But ah well.

His lips quirked into a grin and he leaned forwards as if for another kiss.

His tongue lolled out of his mouth and he left a long wet lick from chin to hairline before leaning back against the wall, eyeing Avira's face.

He had done human affections. How would Avira react to the affections of a wolf?

He couldn't keep his face straight. His lips parted in a wide grin over straight white teeth.

Avira squeaked as Coilean’s tongue slid over the entire side of his face. He felt a blush creep up over his cheeks, and he gave the werewolf a half-glare. He supposed though, it was to be expected. He was a wolf after all, was he not?

Still half-glaring, Avira leaned in and drew his own tongue along Coilean’s cheek, then pulled back, looking defiant.

If he thought simple animal tactics would scare Avira off, he was severely mistaken.

His shoulders shook with laughter at the glare he received.

And when Avira leaned in to lick his cheek, he returned the favour.

He lifted his hand to brush Avira's fringe from his face then leaned forwards to kiss him again. Words couldn't describe how relieved he felt when Avira didn't back away disgusted. Many people he had cared for did. They thought it was horrid and just couldn't accept that it was part of his nature. It really put rifts in his relationships.

His tongue ran over the vampires lower lip almost immediately.