The full moon rises.

He sat silently as the man began to wash him, staring ahead.

He still daren't to say anything. He didn't know exactly how angry the vampire was with him at the moment.

Aodh nodded when the vampire told him what was going to happen. He'd take the punishment.

For once he felt like he needed them.

Emotions threw him for a loop and he still didn't know where he stood when emotions were involved in anything.

Aeker continued silently washing the lycan from head to toe, even when he cleaned Aodh’s more intimate regions there was no sexual nature to the touches, at the moment he was just cleaning.

He methodically replaced the scent of the other wolf off of Aodh’s skin, replacing it with his own, even if it was just his body wash.

He placed his hand on Aodh’s chest and pushed his back slightly, dipping his hair under water and lathering his shampoo into it before rising it out, doing the same with conditioner before rising to his feet and drying his hands.

“Stand up, get out.”
He instructed, placing a mat on the floor for Aodh to stand on so he did not slip.

This silence was unnerving. He didn't know where he stood and that scared him.

The Lycan opened his mouth to speak but shut it again with a soft sigh. He didn't know what he could say without making the situation worse. And so he stayed silent.

Aodh stood and climbed out of the bath, staring at Aeker silently, pleading him to speak with his eyes.

He needed the vampire to say something. Anything to let him know how angry he was with him at the moment. Just so he could know where he stood.

Aeker grabbed a towel and started drying Aodh, wiping him down and drying his hair in silence.

When he was satisfied with how dry Aodh was he took the man’s hand again and led him out of the bathroom, dropping his hand as they stood in front of

Aeker’s bed. It was perfectly made with black covers, broken up by a few scattered red cushions.

“Lay down on your stomach. Grip the headboard.”
He instructed.

The bed had a simple chrome frame; the headboard was really just a curved thick metal pipe.

He wanted to grip Aeker's hand, entwine their fingers, but Aeker was emitting a very black aura and he daren't do anything the vampire told him to do at this point in time.

His eyes flickered over the bed silently for a moment before turning back to Aeker.

He was dreading this, but he knew it'd come and there was no way to escape it. He'd rather square up and deal with what the vampire had planned than bolt have get a worse punishment when Aeker caught him.

So he crawled onto the bed, staring at the wall as his hands encircled the pipe. After a moment, he lay on his stomach, teeth catching his lip between them and eyes sliding shut.

“Aodh.
I love you, know that what I am about to do, I get no satisfaction from it.
It gives me no pleasure to hurt you like this, but you’ve hurt me tonight.”

He grabbed the chain-link belt from his jacket and wrapped it around his palm once, the rest of it dangled from his hand, the metal chiming softly.

“Five times.” He muttered

“I am going to hit you five times, one for each time your mouth touched his, and I can promise you, it hurt me more watching you do it than this ever could.”

He looked down at the wolf with pained eyes as he lashed the chain brutally across the back of the man’s knees.

He knew Aodh had previous leg injuries, he knew that the back of the knee was once of the most painful places to take a blow like this and he knew that this blow made the ones the other night seem like gentle touches.

"I know," he whispered.

This...He would take this without complaint. There would be no hatred for the vampire after this. He would not yell or scream at the man or declare that it was unfair.

His bit his lip a little harder when he heard metal. That would hurt a hell of a lot more than the leather he had used before.

His grip tightened on the headboard and he gave a loud cry as the chain cracked over the back of his knees. This was perhaps the most painful place the man could have chosen.

Aodh grit his teeth together, eyes welling with tears, grip straining on the metal.

Aeker closed his eyes when he heard Aodh’s cry out, steadying himself with a deep breath before he lashed the man again in the exact same place.

The vampires expression was still blank and hard as stone, he would not show emotion now, this had to be done for things to be set right.

Aodh had to know the pain on his convictions.

Again he lashed he man, his jaw clenched so he did not grunt with the effort that it took to strike the man with such force.

Three lashes down, two to go.

Twice more he hit him, one after the other, his eyes landed on the back of Aodh’s knees, they were red and blistered, specks of blood had risen to the surface and laid just under the skin.

He was done, Aeker dropped the chain to the floor.

His grip tightened on the headboard again as he gave another yell.

Yes, this hurt. Yes, he was almost screaming. But he wouldn't plead for the man to stop. He couldn't.

He deserved this and he was going to take every last lashing.

By the fourth strike, Aodh's control finally broke. His tears fell. He gritted his teeth tighter to stop himself from sobbing, head hung low.

His hands dropped from the headboard when the chain clattered to the floor and fisted in the sheets.

His chest heaved with the effort it took not to sob.

He could not take it when he heard Aodh sob, his chest ached as he watched the man cry.

He looked to the ground and bit his lip roughly, this was too much.

Aeker turned and headed to the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

The vampire leaned his back against the door, slowly sliding down it until he was crouching on the floor with his face in his hands.

Hot tears fell from his dull red eyes as his chest heaved.

Why did he feel the need to punish this man, why couldn't be just forgive and forget...

Aodh laid on the bed, silent tears falling, chest heaving, breath ragged.

He didn't wipe the tears away - more would just follow. It would be a wasted effort.

It took a good few minutes for his tears to stop flowing and even longer for his breath to even out somewhat. He was in too much pain to breathe normally. Each breath was shuddering, filled with pain.

"Aeker," he called out. His voice was rough, hoarse from the cries of pain.

He shifted towards the edge of the bed to climb off. But the movements proved too much. He hissed quietly, falling still again before he could even reach the edge of the bed.

He wouldn't be leaving this bed tonight, that was for sure. And probably not tomorrow night, either. It would take a while for him to heal enough to walk comfortably again.

But the vampire needed to hear something and, even if he wasn't getting to the vampire any time soon, his words would.

He was determined.

"Aeker," he called out again.

"I fucked up tonight. I did something stupid and unforgivable - looking back on it it's downright cringe-worthy. I can't take it back and replace it with soft words, though I wish I could. I just... I'll never be able to apologise enough for either of us to forgive me. I just hope that eventually you won't look at me with disgust."

Another tear streaked down his cheek despite himself. That little speech was the most heartfelt thing he had ever said. Never had he said anything with such emotion before; not to his niece, not to his brothers and sisters and family; not to his father; not even to Coilean. He put his whole heart into that speech - the heart that belonged to Aeker.

He loved the man and this wasn't going to change that. The harsh beating were only physical pain. He could deal with as much physical pain as the vampire could give him a hundred times over and still love this man.

As long as Aeker loved him back. If Aeker stopped loving him this would be forfeit. What would all this be for if Aeker had for feelings for him?

"Ich liebe dich, Aeker; Sie kommen zurück und zeigen mir, dass du mich noch liebst, auch?" He spoke in German because he found it more intimate. He didn't usually speak in German when English could be used. He knew English better, he had spoken it longer. But with Aeker, he found German being spoken more than English. It was a language that the both of them shared. His time with Aeker seemed more intimate when he spoke to the vampire in his mother tongue.

He stared at the bathroom door silently, waiting for Aeker's response. Would he be ignored? Would the vampire reply verbally? Would Aeker return to the bedroom?
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I love you, Aeker; will you come back and show me that you still love me, too?

Aeker looked up at the sound of Aodh's voice, tears still staining his cheeks. Staring at the opposing wall he listened to what the lycan had to say.

He honestly didn't think he would hear words like that leave his mouth, it shook him and he gave another silent sob, his breath hitching in his throat.

With a rugged breath he got to his feet and stared at the door, unsure of whether or not he could face Aodh and what he had done to him. 
Aeker was not normally a harsh man, cold and distant but normally tender, he had shown no gentleness tonight.

He opened the door slowly and looked down at Aodh, tentatively he took the few steps forward that it took to reach him. 
He knelt down beside the bed and looked at him, his eyes running over the man's face.

They both looked like the same picture of sorrow, tear stained cheeks, ragged breaths and painfilled  eyes.

He did not say a word, he couldn't bring himself to, the aching in his chest threatened to spill out in voilent sobs if he opened his mouth.

Slowly he lifted his hands and brought them to Aodh's face, stroking his cheeks softly as he wiped away the tears.

Aeker leaned down and brought his lips to Aodh's.

He tried to kiss the man chastly, tenderly but his kiss turned more franticly passionate than he had intended, he needed Aodh's touch, he needed to know that he did not hate him for what he had done.

Aodh watched Aeker walk towards him silently.

His eyes followed the man as he knelt before him. His lips quirked upwards slightly when his eyes passed over his cheeks. They were both an utter mess.

He leaned into the touch of the man's hand, gazing at the man as his tears were wiped away. Behind the sharp light of pain in his eyes, there was only a soft, tender gaze. No harsh emotions or accusations.

Aodh was slightly disappointed that Aeker didn't say anything - he had wanted to hear the man say it - but he fell into the kiss all the same.

Like Aeker, he tried to kiss the man chastely. A soft kiss to show the vampire his feelings - assure him that there was nothing but love for him. But when Aeker's lips became more demanding his willpower broke.

He seized his lover by his hair and pulled him forwards desperately, pressing forwards into the kiss himself, tongue lapping eagerly at the man's lower lip.

He needed this at the moment. Emotions were running high and being bought up into the limelight.

All he needed to know was that Aeker was willing to be close to him. He didn't care whether he returned his love in this very moment. As long as the vampire was close, he was content.

They could deal with love afterwards.

The Lycan shifted backwards away from the vampire, pulling him along with the grip on his hair gently, trying to coax him to join him on the bed. If he had been capable of it he would have asked the man to join him.

But words had no place here at the moment. He needed touches; physical reminders that Aeker was here and he wasn't going anywhere.

Aodh's body was Aeker's and he needed the vampire to claim it wholly tonight. If he wasn't satisfied with what the vampire did to claim him, he'd demand more. He wasn't going to let tonight die until he was positive that both he and everyone under the roof of Cacciatori di Sangue knew that he belonged to Aeker and only him.

A gasp escaped Aeker's lips as Aodh pulled him closer, he had not expected the man to move so swiftly.

The vampire scooped the man up in his arms, he knew it must hurt Aodh a great deal to be moving at the moment, he moved him and placed his back down on the bed, moving a pillow to prop under each of the man's knees, at least he would be able to lay with some form of comfort.

He lay over top of him, looking down at Aodh with lost eyes, he was so deep in this well of emotion that he had no idea what he was feeling, he felt no resentment anymore but he was feeling so many things at once that it overwhelmed him.

He stroked the man's face again, he needed to feel him close, he needed Aodh to know that he was there for him. No matter how many times the lycan betrayed him, no matter what he did,

Aeker would forgive him, he would be there no matter what, he would never run from him.

Aeker took Aodh's hand and placed it over his chest, sprawling the man's fingers against his skin.

The vampire's heart pounded with unimaginable ferocity, beating in his chest for Aodh with all the emotion, all the love, all the anger, it was because of him.

It was because of him that he could no pull himself together, he could not calm his heart.

He panted softly as he looked down at the man for a moment before leaning down and kissing him again, his kiss was forceful, demanding the man's passion.

Aodh moaned softly in discomfort when Aeker picked him up. His legs hurt like a son of a bitch and moving them was not making them feel any better.

But the moving was over and done with in moments and he settled back against the bed, reigning in the pain again as Aeker moved the lay over him.

Aodh's eyes met with Aeker. His were the same dark, swirling mess of emotions. He didn't know what he was feeling. The emotion switched too often; love, passion, pain, admiration. Each emotion flitted through the Lycan's silver eyes as he stared up at his lover.

He leaned into the touch of Aeker's fingers, a small smile curling his lips.

His fingers caressed the skin of the vampire's chest slowly, feeling the frantic beating just under the skin and giving a soft shiver. It excited him knowing that he could make the vampire do this. Vampires were generally calm and composed; seeing Aeker like this - anything but calm and compose with such a heartbeat - made him come alive with emotion.

He could provoke a reaction in the vampire that he could bet very few had ever managed before.

His hands lifted to fist in Aeker's hair again when he leaned down to kiss him.

Another shiver ran through him as Aeker's lips demanded more. He was just a man; who was he to deny Aeker the passion he sought?

And so he threw himself into the kiss with every passionate emotion he could muster in that moment, clinging tighter to the silver locks in his grip, pulling the vampire closer.

One of Aeker's hands moved to cup the back of Aodh's neck as his pulled himself closer, the lycan wanted him close, that much was evident, he was more that eager to comply.

He groaned softly into the kiss as the lycan clung to his hair, he need to be closer, he needed to feel that contact with him.

Without hesitation tore off his own shirt, not only popping off the buttons but ripping the fabric to shreds as he pulled it off himself in one movement before throwing it to the floor.

He pressed his exposed torso to Aodh's, reeling in the feeling of the lycan's warmer skin against his own.

Aeker's eyes slid shut as he deepened their kiss, letting the man taste every emotion that dwelled inside of him.

He never showed his emotions, rarely spoke of them but in the moment he gave them all to Aodh, they belonged to him now, ever since he had confessed his love, everything that Aeker was, body, mind, soul, it was all his and Aeker had given it to him willingly.

He purred quietly as Aeker pulled him closer.

This was good; he was close to the vampire and he could feel no anger towards him. There was nothing but passion.

His mind barely registered the vampire tearing off his own shirt in an act of passion that was very much out of character for the vampire. He'd rib him for it later. Aeker would never hear the end of it later.

But now was not later. Now was now and right now he didn't want to rib his vampire; he wanted to do things that would make a whore blush. And by god was he going to do those things.

His nails scraped down Aeker's back, pulling him closer, leaving dark welts on his pale skin.

He moaned into the kiss again, ceasing Aeker's hair and pulling him closer again.

He tugged Aeker's hair again, pulling him away, tugging his head back, curling hair around his palm to keep the vampire in place as his lips descended on Aeker's neck roughly. His teeth and tongue soon followed his lips.

He bit down in the vampire's neck savagely, sucking hard. He hadn't drawn blood but he was going about making a mark so damned dark that Aeker would be wearing it for weeks.

Tonight wasn't about being gentle. Tonight was all about possession. Neither of them would feel better until they knew that they possessed everything of the other.

He was going to make sure everyone saw that he possessed Aeker. This vampire was his and may God ahve mercy on anyone that even looked at him wrong because Aodh sure as hell wouldn't be giving them mercy.

A hiss escaped Aeker's lip as his head was tugged back and Aodh's teeth bore down on his skin.

He jerked against the lycan as the pressure of his teeth ravaged his neck, pulling against the man's grip by reflex.

His mouth falling open as he took in rugged pants, his breath catching in his throat as Aodh began to suck.

He groaned deeply at the fact his hair was being pulled and his neck claimed roughly, pressing his nails in against the man's back, raking them down his sides.

Aodh was showing the world that they belonged to each other, the thought ran shivers down his spine.

Yes, this man owned him on a very deep level, and now that ownership would be open to the world.

The thought of Aodh possessing him pleased some primal part of him, he wanted the lycan to feel as he did, to want him and only him, to become enraged at the notion of some other person touching him.

He gave a warning growl when Aeker jerked, pulling him back down against him roughly.

The vampire wasn't going anywhere.

He was going to work this hickey until he was satisfied that it wasn't going to disappear for a good long while.

Aodh moaned against the vampire's neck as nails raked over his skin, a violent shiver racking his body.

When he was finally satisfied, he pulled back to gaze down at the mark, grinning widely. His. This was his. His vampire, his sex; his. No one else was going to even approach this vampire if they had anything perverse in heir mind. Aodh wouldn't tolerate it.

He uncurled his hands from Aeker's hair, combing his fingers through it as his lips searched out the vampire's for another rough kiss.

Aeker let out a low moan as he was pulled back again Aodh, melting willingly against the man's teeth, he needed this more than he cared to admit.
He needed everyone to be able to see that they were together.

His hand cupped under the lycan's chin as he guided the man in for a kiss, he pressed deeply into the kiss, his hand smoothing across the man's neck.

He pulled away from the kiss and trailed his tongue down the lycan's jawline before leaning back to glare at the small mark the young wolf had left on Aodh's neck.

This would not stay, not way in hell would the vampire let someone else's mark stay on his lovers skin.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as he leaned down, placing his lips over the mark, kissing it softly before biting down on it with greater force than Aodh had managed, his teeth bore down on the soft skin ferociously as he sucked.

This mark was going to be a beauty.

His teeth caught Aeker's bottom lip, tugging at it gently before he kissed the man. His hands trailed over the vampire's skin slowly as he kissed him deeply. This was what he wanted; this raw need.

Aodh whimpered when Aeker pulled away, looking up at him with story silver eyes as his nails bit into the vampire's back.

He purred in response to the growl, baring his neck for the vampire to explore and mark at his leisure.

Perhaps if he wasn't expecting and wanting rough treatment, he would have flinched when the vampire bit into his neck with even more force than he had used. But he wanted this. He wanted this more than anything at the moment. Harsh, bruising touches, teeth tearing at skin, nails scratching.

This was primal and very much what he wanted right now.

They weren't two men that had lived through ages at the moment. They were two lovers determined to drown in the other. Their main goal for tonight would be to forget who they were and just focus on the other.

His hands curled in the vampire's hair yet again, one hand splayed over the back of Aeker's head, holding him to his neck.

A lustful noise rumbled in the vampires throat, the lycan was doing everything right in feeding his needs.

Exposing his neck like he did sent shivers down the vampires spine, it was an act of pure trust and submission, the man bent to his will and that satisfied Aeker more than anything else.

He buried his teeth in his lovers flesh, the only care he took was not breaking the skin, spilling the man's blood at the moment would not have been a wise idea.

Instead he sucked on the flesh greedily, putting away only when he had been quelled.

His red eyes burned like flames as they marveled at the mark his lover now wore, it was dark and large, no one would miss that, no one would dare touch him while that mark stayed, not even the most flirtatious member of the coven.

He panted softly as he pressed his lips against Aodh's for another desperately passionate kiss, his tongue trailing along his lover's lower lip as his nails bit into his hips.

Aeker pulled back slightly and ran his tongue along his own teeth and lips, his fangs were showing but he was too far gone in his pit of passion to feel the need to retract them, though in his current state of yearning he doubted that he could if he wanted to.

His teeth were a clear sign of just how much he wanted the man at the moment, anger and lust, the only two reasons his fangs would show without his control.

He groaned softly, fingers threading through Aeker's hair slowly as he bit and sucked at his neck.

He was going to have one hell of a hickey by the time that this was through.

His chest rose and fell with soft pants as he gazed up at the vampire.

The kisses and marking was nice, but he wanted more. He wanted all of his vampire. He wanted everything he was willing to give.

And so he did something that was so stupid not even he would do it if he was in the right mindset. He tried to dominate. His hands slid down the vampire's back until the found his ass, giving it a hard squeeze as he leaned up for a kiss.

His hands kneaded and caressed the skin before his fingers wandered again. One hand slid down his thigh and back up again while the other searched out the vampire's entrance. When he found what he wanted, he grinned, pressing his fingers against it.

Aeker's crimson eyes went wide as Aodh's fingers pressed against his entrance, a loud growl rumbling in his chest as he grabbed the man's hands and pinned them on the bed above the lycan's head.

The vampire would not be dominated without being over powered, until that time there was no way that the lycan was going to touch him there.

He gripped both of Aodh's wrists with one hand while he brought the other to his own mouth, sucking on his fingers for a moment before sliding his damp fingers down the man's side and onto his backside, leaving a cool wet trail down the man's body.

The vampire decided to return the gesture by pushing two fingers into the man roughly.

He gave a possessive growl as he looked down at Aodh, his scarlet eyes smoldering as a smirk slowly graced his lips as he thrust his fingers into the man forcefully, curling them around in side of him.

This was Aeker's duty and he would do it well so Aodh would never consider trying to dominate him ever again.

The size of Aodh's grin match the side of Aeker's eyes: unbelievably wide. He didn't think he could shock the vampire enough to get that expression out of him.

His grin widened to an impossible size when his arms were pinned and a growl sounded from his lover.

He'd gotten to the vampire. Good. Maybe he'd get more than the kisses now.

Aodh purred as the watched the vampire suck his fingers and shifted a little in anticipation. He knew where those fingers were going and he liked the image that accompanied that knowledge.

The Lycan shivered as Aeker's finger slid down his skin.

He moaned, pressing himself down against the fingers pushing into him with a shaky breath.

This was what he wanted. And he voice that thought with another loud moan.