Post by wilhelmjamesamsel on Dec 28, 2012 1:35:10 GMT -5
Wilhelm really knew so little about those that he feared. All he had to go on was experience, fear, and what had been told to him. Various sources had a way of perverting the truth, however, what he did know is that the vampire that was behind all of this needed to meet an end. He hoped for that end with a passion, for a resolution to this disaster that had become the world as they knew it, and for a way that would allow him to dream and to believe that there was truth in the possibility that it may come true.
“The one behind the take over?” he questioned while listening to the other man explain very attentively. Wilhelm thought over the other man’s words, soaking them in , realizing just how frightening a thought it was to imagine that Ryley would ever change from the person he was right then into something mean. That couldn’t be possible, the image did not suit him, and he did not like the thought of such a thing. “vampires go to school? What do they even teach in a school for vampires?” he stated a bit surprised. “I hope that you will not be a bad one. I would never want you to change who you are .” he stated happily. “Azure ? Kind spirits? Then you must definitely be destined to be Azure. I could never imagine you as violent or mean.” he murmured.
Wilhelm looked to the other man’s lips, his eyes observing the way he ran his tongue over those teeth, he did notice their sharper appearance, though they weren’t as long as he expected. However, that was when Ryley explained them. “maybe a little, “ he teased the other man just as playfully. Smiling with that playful expression on his feature, “Lust?” he repeated with a certain amount of amusement to his tone. He wondered if the other male had ever had them show before, by accident, or on purpose.
“Does biting alone cause the infection?” he questioned as if it were an illness or a mutation. Though his expressions became softer, still amused, but softer. “What if I wanted you to?” he questioned honestly. He was curious, though inwardly he still had a great fear of such things, after all if the vampire did not have the control to stop then it could be dangerous for himself. That much he did know for sure.
Wilhelm’s lips parted with a soft laugh, smiling affectionately as his fingertips trailed the nape of the other man’s neck. Unless Ryley protested Wilhelm’s hands would be quite far from behaving in those moments. His fingers would move to the nape of the other male’s neck, tracing gentle patterns upon the flesh of the other man’s neck, snaking their surfaces along that flesh that tempted him so. “Every way ?” he breathed out against the other man’s lips as he leaned into him quite closely. He was going to test that theory if there was no protest in it. How could he not?
Wilhelm put up no protest to the buttons of his shirt and vest being undone, the fabric would fall away easily, almost welcoming the other man to the sight and feel of his flesh without fear for the first time in many years. His fingers would draw their way to the other man’s vested top, pulling the zipper down, so that he could push the fabric over those shoulders and off of him. Unless Ryley protested Wilhelm’s gentle movements those delicate hands would trail over Ryley’s figure. Shaping it with each slow movement, mimicking the rhythm in which his lips took capture of the vampire’s own, following the sweet dance that would become of their tongues. His tongue took capture of Ryley’s trapping it in a feverish embrace. Even despite the intense desire that crawled through him he remained forever gentle in his touches. Unless Ryley allowed him otherwise he would always be gentle with him. Wilhelm’s hands would slid back up those curves, following over the small of his back, pulling the fabric of that undershirt upward slowly. Intending to remove it only quickly when it would reach the other male’s shoulders. If riley did not protest it he would easily and temporarily break their kiss to fee that body of the fabric that trapped it and then those arms would hug around him, pressing their bare chest’s together, needing to feel their flesh touch. Especially as he was pulled down to rest over the other male’s form. It made it very difficult to hide the physical reactions his body had to such attentions when it pressed right upon the figure he’d hovered somewhat above before hand.
Wilhelm’s protests would never be heard, no matter what the other man did from there on out, it would be met with open arms. Even if those fangs showed themselves, even if his flesh was pierced, he wanted nothing more than to drown in the other man’s existence. The breaking of their lip’s contact made him tremble, a breathy noise passing his lips, though a faint sound resembling a moan would pass those lips with the delicate sensation of those lips tracing his shoulder al the way to the space beneath his jaw. Wilhelm’s head tilted back, seeking more of that sensation as his body instinctively pressed himself upon the other male.
That sign of approval would be written so brightly upon Wilhelm’s features as his head lulled forward to catch the gaze of that perfect man. Wondering silently why he’d even stopped at all. Wilhelm’s fingertips rose , trailing their forms along the other male’s chest, edging the tips of their surfaces in pointless patterns from the man’s collarbone to the very edge of his navel; if he allowed such. Wilhelm would have never forced himself upon the other male, nor could he ever imagine bringing harm to the other man. Wilhelm’s next words were considered heavily before they were spoken, but he could not keep them from willing their way past his lips. His breathy tone told of his desire, though his body’s movements remained respectful. Well, as respectful as they could be while pressing so firmly to the other male, “I wish..for us to make love.” he breathed to Ryley. The tips of his fingers playing upon that man’s skin.
Words: 1062
Muse: <insert some barry white music here >
Notes: *smooshes them together* I hereby ship pronounce you shipped!
“The one behind the take over?” he questioned while listening to the other man explain very attentively. Wilhelm thought over the other man’s words, soaking them in , realizing just how frightening a thought it was to imagine that Ryley would ever change from the person he was right then into something mean. That couldn’t be possible, the image did not suit him, and he did not like the thought of such a thing. “vampires go to school? What do they even teach in a school for vampires?” he stated a bit surprised. “I hope that you will not be a bad one. I would never want you to change who you are .” he stated happily. “Azure ? Kind spirits? Then you must definitely be destined to be Azure. I could never imagine you as violent or mean.” he murmured.
Wilhelm looked to the other man’s lips, his eyes observing the way he ran his tongue over those teeth, he did notice their sharper appearance, though they weren’t as long as he expected. However, that was when Ryley explained them. “maybe a little, “ he teased the other man just as playfully. Smiling with that playful expression on his feature, “Lust?” he repeated with a certain amount of amusement to his tone. He wondered if the other male had ever had them show before, by accident, or on purpose.
“Does biting alone cause the infection?” he questioned as if it were an illness or a mutation. Though his expressions became softer, still amused, but softer. “What if I wanted you to?” he questioned honestly. He was curious, though inwardly he still had a great fear of such things, after all if the vampire did not have the control to stop then it could be dangerous for himself. That much he did know for sure.
Wilhelm’s lips parted with a soft laugh, smiling affectionately as his fingertips trailed the nape of the other man’s neck. Unless Ryley protested Wilhelm’s hands would be quite far from behaving in those moments. His fingers would move to the nape of the other male’s neck, tracing gentle patterns upon the flesh of the other man’s neck, snaking their surfaces along that flesh that tempted him so. “Every way ?” he breathed out against the other man’s lips as he leaned into him quite closely. He was going to test that theory if there was no protest in it. How could he not?
Wilhelm put up no protest to the buttons of his shirt and vest being undone, the fabric would fall away easily, almost welcoming the other man to the sight and feel of his flesh without fear for the first time in many years. His fingers would draw their way to the other man’s vested top, pulling the zipper down, so that he could push the fabric over those shoulders and off of him. Unless Ryley protested Wilhelm’s gentle movements those delicate hands would trail over Ryley’s figure. Shaping it with each slow movement, mimicking the rhythm in which his lips took capture of the vampire’s own, following the sweet dance that would become of their tongues. His tongue took capture of Ryley’s trapping it in a feverish embrace. Even despite the intense desire that crawled through him he remained forever gentle in his touches. Unless Ryley allowed him otherwise he would always be gentle with him. Wilhelm’s hands would slid back up those curves, following over the small of his back, pulling the fabric of that undershirt upward slowly. Intending to remove it only quickly when it would reach the other male’s shoulders. If riley did not protest it he would easily and temporarily break their kiss to fee that body of the fabric that trapped it and then those arms would hug around him, pressing their bare chest’s together, needing to feel their flesh touch. Especially as he was pulled down to rest over the other male’s form. It made it very difficult to hide the physical reactions his body had to such attentions when it pressed right upon the figure he’d hovered somewhat above before hand.
Wilhelm’s protests would never be heard, no matter what the other man did from there on out, it would be met with open arms. Even if those fangs showed themselves, even if his flesh was pierced, he wanted nothing more than to drown in the other man’s existence. The breaking of their lip’s contact made him tremble, a breathy noise passing his lips, though a faint sound resembling a moan would pass those lips with the delicate sensation of those lips tracing his shoulder al the way to the space beneath his jaw. Wilhelm’s head tilted back, seeking more of that sensation as his body instinctively pressed himself upon the other male.
That sign of approval would be written so brightly upon Wilhelm’s features as his head lulled forward to catch the gaze of that perfect man. Wondering silently why he’d even stopped at all. Wilhelm’s fingertips rose , trailing their forms along the other male’s chest, edging the tips of their surfaces in pointless patterns from the man’s collarbone to the very edge of his navel; if he allowed such. Wilhelm would have never forced himself upon the other male, nor could he ever imagine bringing harm to the other man. Wilhelm’s next words were considered heavily before they were spoken, but he could not keep them from willing their way past his lips. His breathy tone told of his desire, though his body’s movements remained respectful. Well, as respectful as they could be while pressing so firmly to the other male, “I wish..for us to make love.” he breathed to Ryley. The tips of his fingers playing upon that man’s skin.
Words: 1062
Muse: <insert some barry white music here >
Notes: *smooshes them together* I hereby ship pronounce you shipped!
