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"Do I?"
Klaus watches Jack a bit more before moving over, wrapping an arm around the younger's shoulders, and starts leading them off. He isn't, however, amused by what the other tells him. There's no way in hell that anyone should be bothering someone that the hybrid has taken a liking to.
"You interrupt me for that?" He had, after all, been on his way to feed. "What is threatening you, Deveaux? Who do I have to rip the heart out of?"
Klaus watches Jack a bit more before moving over, wrapping an arm around the younger's shoulders, and starts leading them off. He isn't, however, amused by what the other tells him. There's no way in hell that anyone should be bothering someone that the hybrid has taken a liking to.
"You interrupt me for that?" He had, after all, been on his way to feed. "What is threatening you, Deveaux? Who do I have to rip the heart out of?"
“You know I like when you feed on me, cousin,” Jack says In a softer voice. He’s still not so open in showing how he feels in public even though most people know there’s something. He lets Klaus lead him. Instinctively he’s hyper aware of his surroundings, every face and scent he can catch.
“If I knew I could have taken care of it instead of running away to you,” Jackson sighs because if nothing else he is proud and needing help is not a strong suit of his.
“Feed and then we can worry about the problem? Though I’m not sure you can figure it out either.”
"Now who said anything about feeding off you?" Klaus asks with a raised brow. Oh, he'd done it years before and the other had tasted divine. Something about that bayou blood coursing through his veins. There was just something about Jack that tasted good to the hybrid. He does, however, keep the other close to him.
"Is that what we're calling it? Running away to me." There's a hint of amusement to his voice even as he keeps walking, leading them down a dark alleyway. It was a short cut to the manor but other patrons of New Orleans might get the wrong impression. Not that he cared what they thought when it came to the company that he kept.
He gives a bit of a smirk," I'll feed and then carry you home." Now he was just being a dick. "Though, we'll figure out the problem and then I'll tear it in two."
"Is that what we're calling it? Running away to me." There's a hint of amusement to his voice even as he keeps walking, leading them down a dark alleyway. It was a short cut to the manor but other patrons of New Orleans might get the wrong impression. Not that he cared what they thought when it came to the company that he kept.
He gives a bit of a smirk," I'll feed and then carry you home." Now he was just being a dick. "Though, we'll figure out the problem and then I'll tear it in two."
Jackson shrugs. He knows Klaus. He also knows he’s easier to focus when he’s sated. “I interrupted you. From what else?” The human just grunts a bit, rolling his eyes at Klaus rubbing his choice of words. He can’t say it’s not entirely accurate. He had run to Klaus.
The shortcut through the alley made Jack uneasy, a crawling skin sensation on the back of his neck but he made no mention of it. It’s probably not related to whatever’s going on in the bayou and he’s just paranoid.
“You will not carry me, Couyon.”
Jack is adamant about that but he leans into Klaus. He’d definitely missed him, there is no denying it.
“I really don’t know if even you can figure out what it is Klaus.”
"From ripping someone's throat out and making them pay for messing with my family."
It's simple and to the point. It wasn't, however, what Jack had interrupted. The last person who had done such a thing was dead and in pieces. Left for their loved ones to find. Sometimes people didn't understand what others saw in the hybrid, but that wasn't for them to figure out. Whoever was with him? That was for them to figure out.
He feels the uneasiness coming off of the other in waves but doesn't say anything, not yet. His arm still around Jack's shoulders keeping the other close. He does, however, give a bit of a smirk," If you're not able to walk after I get a hold of you, Jackson, then you won't be walking and I'll be carrying you."
The alleyway itself didn't seem so bad. It was dark, yes, but people would say that it was the company Jack was keeping," Oh, I'll figure it out, pet. And if I don't I know a powerful little witch who will."
It's simple and to the point. It wasn't, however, what Jack had interrupted. The last person who had done such a thing was dead and in pieces. Left for their loved ones to find. Sometimes people didn't understand what others saw in the hybrid, but that wasn't for them to figure out. Whoever was with him? That was for them to figure out.
He feels the uneasiness coming off of the other in waves but doesn't say anything, not yet. His arm still around Jack's shoulders keeping the other close. He does, however, give a bit of a smirk," If you're not able to walk after I get a hold of you, Jackson, then you won't be walking and I'll be carrying you."
The alleyway itself didn't seem so bad. It was dark, yes, but people would say that it was the company Jack was keeping," Oh, I'll figure it out, pet. And if I don't I know a powerful little witch who will."
“You wouldn’t be acting like this if that is what I interrupted,” Jack knows better. Jackson just rolls his eyes. There is something in the promise of the words that makes him shiver, not from fear but anticipation. He did enjoy the feeding and the things that could come with it just a little too much.
Jackson sighs but he continues letting Klaus dictate their path. He doesn’t really want to involve more people in the Bayou mystery but once Klaus is involved it’s not as if Jack retains any control over the situation really.
"Wouldn't I?"
Though, Jack wasn't wrong. If Klaus had been about to rip someone's heart out, well... he'd be covered in far too much blood. Since he'd of already hurt a few people in the process to get at who he wanted. Funny how someone who hadn't been around for a while still remembered his nuances.
If Jack didn't want others involved then he should've had the hybrid come to the Bayou. Though, that wouldn't of actually stopped anyone from getting involved. He'd of still involved his family and his little witch. "Do you still taste as sweet, Deveaux? Or has your taste changed since then."
Though, Jack wasn't wrong. If Klaus had been about to rip someone's heart out, well... he'd be covered in far too much blood. Since he'd of already hurt a few people in the process to get at who he wanted. Funny how someone who hadn't been around for a while still remembered his nuances.
If Jack didn't want others involved then he should've had the hybrid come to the Bayou. Though, that wouldn't of actually stopped anyone from getting involved. He'd of still involved his family and his little witch. "Do you still taste as sweet, Deveaux? Or has your taste changed since then."
"No," Jackson answers simply.
Jack glances at Klaus at the question and a small smirk tugs at his lips. "I don't know. I don't let anyone else try my blood, Klaus."
Jack had spent most of his time back in the Bayou isolated. There hadn't been a need for him anywhere and with his whole family dead he'd settled into drinking, tracking, hunting. Maybe his hunting had pissed off something bad or maybe something had followed him from New Orleans and had just now decided to rear its head. There's too many possibilities.
"Taste me and find out, Couyon."
Jack glances at Klaus at the question and a small smirk tugs at his lips. "I don't know. I don't let anyone else try my blood, Klaus."
Jack had spent most of his time back in the Bayou isolated. There hadn't been a need for him anywhere and with his whole family dead he'd settled into drinking, tracking, hunting. Maybe his hunting had pissed off something bad or maybe something had followed him from New Orleans and had just now decided to rear its head. There's too many possibilities.
"Taste me and find out, Couyon."
"I would hope not."
If anyone else drank from Jackson Deveaux, then he might have to kill them. Rip out their hearts and ruin their lives and those of their families. No one touched someone that he's fed from. Not unless it was one of his siblings and even then he's not exactly the sharing type. Which meant if anyone in the Bayou thought to... oh, he'd have fun ripping them apart.
He gets them further down the alley, somewhere darker, before pressing Jack against the wall and leaning in. His breath brushes against the younger's throat before those fangs sink in causing that sweet bayou blood to fill his mouth.
If anyone else drank from Jackson Deveaux, then he might have to kill them. Rip out their hearts and ruin their lives and those of their families. No one touched someone that he's fed from. Not unless it was one of his siblings and even then he's not exactly the sharing type. Which meant if anyone in the Bayou thought to... oh, he'd have fun ripping them apart.
He gets them further down the alley, somewhere darker, before pressing Jack against the wall and leaning in. His breath brushes against the younger's throat before those fangs sink in causing that sweet bayou blood to fill his mouth.
Jackson knew Klaus was possessive. He knew that could easily be turned on who he is possessive about as much as the person that he perceives as slighting him. But even with that, he'd never wanted anyone else to feed on him. It's a vulnerable thing and he trusts Klaus like he trusts no one else.
Jack had anticipated that Klaus would make his move at any moment but it still caught him off guard to be pressed against the wall. His hand went up to clutch at Klaus' shoulder, a shiver of anticipation as the other's breath teased at his skin a pleasurable tingle. Then the fangs breaking his skin, Klaus drinking from him and his head falls back. He leaves himself open to Klaus, the pain borders with pleasure. Klaus isn't vicious with this and well... for some reason, Jack had always liked it.
The sounds that came from his mouth, breathy and sharp were more moan like than a cry of pain.
Jack had anticipated that Klaus would make his move at any moment but it still caught him off guard to be pressed against the wall. His hand went up to clutch at Klaus' shoulder, a shiver of anticipation as the other's breath teased at his skin a pleasurable tingle. Then the fangs breaking his skin, Klaus drinking from him and his head falls back. He leaves himself open to Klaus, the pain borders with pleasure. Klaus isn't vicious with this and well... for some reason, Jack had always liked it.
The sounds that came from his mouth, breathy and sharp were more moan like than a cry of pain.
It's a very foolish world. But Rhy reaches his hand out.
"Allow me to free you of hte burden of intoxication if you are uncertain."
"Allow me to free you of hte burden of intoxication if you are uncertain."
Jibril shakes his head, his hand covering Rhy’s for a second before he pulls away.
“I chose to drink it.”
“I chose to drink it.”
Possessive wasn't exactly the word that the Mikaelson siblings would use when it came to Niklaus. Though, it was a bit obvious when he did get possessive or obsessed with something or someone. The possessiveness tended to happen when it was someone that he'd grown close to. Jackson had been that someone years ago.
He drinks from the man before him and gives a low growl at the taste. He does, however, eventually pull back enough to lick the line of blood that slips from his throat and nip it slightly. He pulls back a bit more fully and licks his lips, reaching up to brush blood away from the corner of his lips," Oh, that bayou blood still tastes exquisite."
There's a bit of a smirk there," You sure you don't need carried, love?"
He drinks from the man before him and gives a low growl at the taste. He does, however, eventually pull back enough to lick the line of blood that slips from his throat and nip it slightly. He pulls back a bit more fully and licks his lips, reaching up to brush blood away from the corner of his lips," Oh, that bayou blood still tastes exquisite."
There's a bit of a smirk there," You sure you don't need carried, love?"
Being fed on is always a strange sensation and it always felt taboo that Jackson always ended up half hard if not completely hard whenever Klaus fed on him. He kept his hand gripping the others shoulder all the way through but it got weaker the longer Klaus fed.
Jack’s head rested on the wall behind him, looking at Klaus. His eyes slide from his eyes to his lips, watching as he wiped blood away from his lips and Jackson has a look of hunger of his own.
“Shut up,” Jackson exhales, but he could tell without moving that he definitely wouldn’t be able to walk, at least not on his own.
Oh, so brave Rhy gives the warmest smile at his young friend. And definitely smiles the wider at the touch on his own hand.
"I will ensure you are not too foolish, dear."
"I will ensure you are not too foolish, dear."
"I think I will trust you on this," Jibril smiles and he takes another sip of the wine as if to prove it.
It's been a few months since Tommy had moved into the Doom Manor with him. In recent days he'd started withdrawing. Gar had had a merciless libido and that hadn't exactly stopped and there's no way that Tommy didn't know that. But Gar had been making excuses to not have sex with Tommy even though his body craved his mate.
Today he's standing in the bathroom, staring at the mirror. His hands stroke the stomach, now showing. He couldn't help himself in feeling like he wasn't attractive anymore. He knows he shouldn't think like that that Tommy would be upset with him but the thought still remained. He's lost in thought and if Tommy comes in he wont't initially react.
Today he's standing in the bathroom, staring at the mirror. His hands stroke the stomach, now showing. He couldn't help himself in feeling like he wasn't attractive anymore. He knows he shouldn't think like that that Tommy would be upset with him but the thought still remained. He's lost in thought and if Tommy comes in he wont't initially react.
Oh, he knew what being fed on did to Jackson. Knew what it did to quite a few people that were fed on by him or his siblings. Though, that didn't mean they all managed to be nice about it. Sometimes, just sometimes, more pain than pleasure was involved. Or, you had people who pissed off his older brother, Elijah, and hearts were ripped out. That was fun to watch. Ruined his own fun, but he loved watching his brother work.
He gives a bit of a smirk before picking Jackson up in what most would consider a bridal carry," Surely, you're not going to object, love. It would give us quite a few looks as we walk through the French Quarter."
He gives a bit of a smirk before picking Jackson up in what most would consider a bridal carry," Surely, you're not going to object, love. It would give us quite a few looks as we walk through the French Quarter."
One of Jackson's arms wrapped around the back of the other's neck. He doesn't object even though he wanted to point out they could have just gotten to the compound first before Klaus fed. It mattered little. It wouldn't take Klaus long to get them there.
Instead of objecting, though, he reaches his free hand to up the other's chin and lean in to kiss him. He could taste his own blood there and it was a brief kiss but hungry for more.
"Get on with it then, Couyon."
Instead of objecting, though, he reaches his free hand to up the other's chin and lean in to kiss him. He could taste his own blood there and it was a brief kiss but hungry for more.
"Get on with it then, Couyon."
The English had always whispered about the skinchangers among the Norse. The English used the word "werewulf" to describe it, though the Norse had always called such people "varúlfur" or " ulfhéðinn", which meant 'one in wolf-skin.' No matter what the name, people were terrified of the Norse who could shapeshift, whispering in the dark about how they would turn into massive wolves or bears to tear out throats on the battlefield or eat people alive in their homes.
Ivar was a born werewolf from a long line of werewolves. It was a dominant trait that popped up in all of Ragnar's sons. His legs weren't healed in the form, though were a bit stronger as the healing facor in his body continuously tried to repair the damage, rendering him lame rather then completely unable to walk. He was utterly vicious as wolf, beautiful to look and just as certain to tear the arm off someone in a fight.
When he'd captured Heahmund, he was captivated by the man. All he wanted was to make sure he'd stay forever. So of course to satisfy his selfish desire Ivar had bitten and turned the man. Being an Alpha wolf, it gave him direct control over Heahmund. Now unable to return to the side of the English, the bishop was forever bound to Ivar's will. Ivar was sitting with him, for he'd been giving him the silent treatment ever since he'd bitten him.
His tone was coaxing and wheedling. "Come now. You're going to have to learn how to control your wolf form from me. None of my men will bother teaching you and you'll transform whether you like it or not when the next full moon comes around."
Ivar was a born werewolf from a long line of werewolves. It was a dominant trait that popped up in all of Ragnar's sons. His legs weren't healed in the form, though were a bit stronger as the healing facor in his body continuously tried to repair the damage, rendering him lame rather then completely unable to walk. He was utterly vicious as wolf, beautiful to look and just as certain to tear the arm off someone in a fight.
When he'd captured Heahmund, he was captivated by the man. All he wanted was to make sure he'd stay forever. So of course to satisfy his selfish desire Ivar had bitten and turned the man. Being an Alpha wolf, it gave him direct control over Heahmund. Now unable to return to the side of the English, the bishop was forever bound to Ivar's will. Ivar was sitting with him, for he'd been giving him the silent treatment ever since he'd bitten him.
His tone was coaxing and wheedling. "Come now. You're going to have to learn how to control your wolf form from me. None of my men will bother teaching you and you'll transform whether you like it or not when the next full moon comes around."
Alfred had been busking. One thing about being the bastard son is that he did not have a public profile at all. He is officially recognized as legitimate but everyone knows better but few knew what he looks like. He had been sickly most of his life and his mother had been overprotective and most of his time had been spent with his grandfather.
He had no interest in the royal court or anything that would have been considered his duties. To everyone's chagrin he had shunned them. He'd traveled away from England to mainland Europe, settled in Oslo for the time being.
That's where he'd met Ivar. Initially he hadn't known who Ivar was. They'd met when Ivar had stopped to listen to him playing. It'd been a freezing day and Ivar had invited him to his place for something warm to drink and Alfred hadn't been able to refuse. His fingers were getting painful as he would strum his guitars with the chill in the air.
He didn't have to busk but he didn't want his families money and he had been living off what he made -- which was enough.
Now they'd been seeing each other regularly. Alfred half moved into Ivar's with how frequently he stayed over since his own small efficiency studio was not condusive to Ivar's needs.
This morning he's awakened by Ivar angrily talking on the phone. It's not hard to figure out he's the topic of conversation and he frowns, listening to the argument. He can hear both sides of the conversation but he stays still and quiet so Ivar believes that he is still asleep or at least he'd hope as much.
He had no interest in the royal court or anything that would have been considered his duties. To everyone's chagrin he had shunned them. He'd traveled away from England to mainland Europe, settled in Oslo for the time being.
That's where he'd met Ivar. Initially he hadn't known who Ivar was. They'd met when Ivar had stopped to listen to him playing. It'd been a freezing day and Ivar had invited him to his place for something warm to drink and Alfred hadn't been able to refuse. His fingers were getting painful as he would strum his guitars with the chill in the air.
He didn't have to busk but he didn't want his families money and he had been living off what he made -- which was enough.
Now they'd been seeing each other regularly. Alfred half moved into Ivar's with how frequently he stayed over since his own small efficiency studio was not condusive to Ivar's needs.
This morning he's awakened by Ivar angrily talking on the phone. It's not hard to figure out he's the topic of conversation and he frowns, listening to the argument. He can hear both sides of the conversation but he stays still and quiet so Ivar believes that he is still asleep or at least he'd hope as much.
He's definitely been noticing things. And it makes him uncomfortable. Not that he acts the way he had last time. Instead he stays there, trying to enjoy their time. Trying to enjoy all of this. But now, now he can't deal with it. He can smell the lust and desire. And the inactivity.
At last he approaches and Gar and comes up behind him in the bathroom, his arms wrapping around the guy and stroking his stomach.
"This is sexy too, you know."
At last he approaches and Gar and comes up behind him in the bathroom, his arms wrapping around the guy and stroking his stomach.
"This is sexy too, you know."
Trust him? Oh but Jibril, he wishes so many bad things for you. And he smiles. No refills he thinks.
"Enjoy it then, my dear."
"Enjoy it then, my dear."
A sit-down dinner once in a while, either for a special occasion or a just-because was about as often as Poe liked them, just to remind himself that he was allowed to do that kind of thing, allowed to like being out where there were people.
For now, however, he just wanted to spend some time with Michael, and staying in for the night, even if it meant leaving home to do so, sounded just about perfect. Which was why he nodded at the answer, pressing a kiss to the top of the other man's head, "I think I know just the place."
For now, however, he just wanted to spend some time with Michael, and staying in for the night, even if it meant leaving home to do so, sounded just about perfect. Which was why he nodded at the answer, pressing a kiss to the top of the other man's head, "I think I know just the place."
"Of course you do," Michael comments lightly and glances at the other.
"It's going to be weird isn't it?" Michael is excited but he couldn't really deny there isn't already a part of his brain worried about leaving for an entire night. What if something went wrong?
"It's going to be weird isn't it?" Michael is excited but he couldn't really deny there isn't already a part of his brain worried about leaving for an entire night. What if something went wrong?
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