⤠ lycans' den.

@❛ sam kiszka "no." he tells her. no explanation. no further elaboration. just a single resounding syllable. things were worse than she thought.

she resists the urge to pull at his lower lip, worried that he'd tear a cut into it if he wasn't careful. her free digits instead brush over his back, eyes set on her dirt-covered boots. they'd seen more than enough adventures to last a lifetime as it was. the rubber soles were already smoothing out and her laces were frayed in such a way that it was a miracle that they stayed tied anymore. "it sounds like it. we can discuss it more later, hmm?"

an expression of surprise appears on her visage when they stop walking. was he about to leave her again? she presses her plush tiers together nervously when he whispers. this couldn't be good. "okay." she whispers back, gaze following his back as he steps away. her hands dig into the sleeves of her flannel to keep it together. he could do this on his own. he wouldn't have lived this long if he couldn't. her cheek falls into his touch as she finds his eyes, giving him a slow nod. "I'm trusting you to come back to me, Sam. Be careful." she swallows audibly as the thought of him telling amelia the same thing crosses her mind. had he told her the same and she didn't listen? no. there was no way. he would've allowed her to fight at his side where she belonged. yeji, however, would be a different case. her hands lift to pull the scarf higher on her face as she observes his departure, praying to whatever deities that exist that he would come back alive.

@❛ yeji hwang "no."

the male immediately answers with an accompanying shake of his head, the tips of his teeth gently scraping over the flesh of his lower lip with a faint sigh following suit. though, somewhat of a soft chuckle manages to breeze through the partially open seam of his tiers as his nose crinkles. "you're right. i guess it's complicated. you never really know." he murmurs as the pads of his fingertips glide over the back of yeji's hand, then over her fingers again.

only when they reach the edge of the forest does his footing come to a halt, hues overlooking the bridge occupied with what he could barely make out of his bloodline, immediately urging his lower lip between pearly whites. "i'll be right back?" he whispers, tearing his gaze away to then look at the female as he takes a few steps away before turning to her again. an arm outstretches to run the back of his knuckles against her cheek to tuck her hair behind her ear. "stay here, okay? don't come any closer." his brows knit as if to ensure his plea, for he couldn't lose her too. only then does he turn to continue to the other, palm flying up to rub at his neck.

@❛ sam kiszka to see his brother had not only kept up with the passing of time but thrived within it, rode alongside it, was somewhat of a comfort to the vampire, who seemed to be a statuette resembling their past. certainly, he wore modern garments and used technologically advanced weapons as what was expected of him, but the truth of the matter is that he only did so because that’s what was expected of him. to tell the absolute truth, the death dealer was much more comfortable with, and preferred, the weight of the sword in his palm against that of a pistol grip.

his eyes dart to the illuminated screen of his brother’s smart device, quirking a brow as he speaks. it’s only when Selena’s name is brought up again that he realizes he’d been the first one to speak it. he clears his throat with a curt nod. “Perhaps I’ll ask her one day.” only a moment later, when Sam begins to explain the perks of using a cell phone, does a scoff lay upon the vampire’s lips with a fond smile tickling the edges of his couplet. “Since when did someone like me need access to such information, anyway? What you’re explaining to me sounds more fantastical than the stories our brother used to spend his days dreaming about.”

the smile that dances upon his lips is gone within seconds, however, for he had no idea that the current alpha of the lycan pack was the same one who’d slaughtered their family. the one that turned Samuel into a beast, and consequently threw Jacob unto the mercy of the vampires, spiraling into a life of servitude and murder. “He’s the one...” he trails off for a moment, eyes flickering to the doorway as the possibility of parading through the entire den slaying beasts until he reached the alpha’s home blaring like air horns inside of his ears. he could go right now, sever the Lycan’s head, and still be unsatisfied. and then there was the matter of what Sam was saying. loyalty. would Sam defend this man, stand against his brother in order to protect the murderer of their entire legacy? he decides, reluctantly, that he cannot take the chance, for he wouldn’t kill his brother, that much is obvious. his muscles, previously tensed, begin to loosen, digits twitching as he retracts his hand from beneath his jacket once more, a sigh of defeat expelled from him. “I’ve spent so long looking to kill him, only to be told now that you’re loyal to him.”

Jacob’s teeth grit as he nods once again when Selena’s name is brought to the surface of the atmosphere. “She is.” /blood bond./ it was such an accurate statement, and yet so far from everything that described their relationship. “There are things she should never forgive me for, things she’s seen me do, things I’ve done to her...” once again, he trails off, the recollection of not only the fire but also the moment he had her by the throat against the wall repeating in his mind like some, horrible movie. “But you’re right, I suppose. The unimaginable is /very/ much possible.” Jacob considers elaborating further, perhaps admitting his fondness for her, but he holds back, turning so that he is facing away from his younger brother, both palms resting against the surface of the dresser. his head drops. “I was curious of the kind of man he is,” the vampire half admits. “And to see if my baby brother would stand against me if I were to seek his death.”

@❛ sam kiszka the smile resting upon his lips further reassures her. if he was that willing to share such dark memories with her, then maybe they really were okay. maybe she'd understand how he was feeling. the turmoil, the anger, the...whatever emotion lied in his eyes when he showed up at her door not once, but twice. and yet...maybe she wouldn't. they would have to see. but before that, they had a friend to take care of.

she lets out a quiet exhale as she awaits his answer, eyes taking in his visage as he seemingly thinks it over and averts his gaze. "he's not who you remember, is he?" she takes a shot in the dark, hand clenching his in hopes of not angering him again. "i'm sure you won't. you're far too stubborn to let that happen." she agrees, giving him a gentle smile. if there was any trait she'd give him credit on, it was his stubborn nature.

@❛ yeji hwang "i'm sure." the male nods in certainty, pearly whites gathering the flesh of his lower lip between both sets. whilst he was absolutely positive on his stance of her receiving his memories, parts of him ponder the possibility of a negative reaction. it'd been .. hundreds of years since she'd last fed on him, and each memory of his own would transfer to her own head. what would she think of the recent events? of how his brother had seemingly turned into a different person? what would she think of the entire altercation between the two? the tears sam had shed in regards to the mere difference within the brother he knew rather than whom he'd met the other night.

samuel merely nods, for he was aware his secrets were safe with her regardless of the relationship upheld. the pad of his thumb runs over the back of her own, brows gently knitting together as he overlooks the woods before them. "i'm scared of who i'm going to meet tonight. you'll understand later, but --" turning his head to look down at the female, disappointment is clear on his visage. "i just can't lose him again."

@❛ sam kiszka her breathing eventually slows as the warmth of his body spreads into her own. the numbness had lessened just a little bit. it's when he brings up feeding that she remembers what it means. what it'll do.

it's then that she realizes that it must've been a rough several hours if he wasn't willing to vocalize what happened.

amelia's death was one thing. but had something else occurred that she didn't know about? an altercation? something worse? had the other vampires found out? the questions lingered on the tip of her tongue and yet she couldn't get them out. would it be too much? too selfish? too traumatic?

"are you sure you'd want me to?" she whispers as she follows him out of her room, careful to make sure the door had closed. the last thing she needed was a fellow lycan snooping through her things. the cool, fall air immediately kisses her skin when they reach the outside, the girl taking in a long, deep breath. despite its issues, arcani heights and its stunning lands were always a beauty to behold.

she leans over when he lifts their hands to kiss the back of his. "and you know that no matter how angry I am, I will keep those memories safe." she remarks, leaning against him when his arm drapes over her shoulder. "perhaps I will feed when we return, if that's okay with you. for now, I think it would be safer to wait." his next words confuse her. "scared? what are you so scared of, sam?" she lifts a brunette brow. the man had lived hundreds of years without fear. what could possibly scare him now?

@❛ yeji hwang "i know." the words are a mere whisper as his lips form the words upon the expanse of her forehead, heavy sigh once more slipping in between parting tiers. unfortunately, the past of yeji's relationship wasn't necessarily important within the moment. it'd been a number of things that'd set him off: discovering his brother after six hundred years of searching, seeing his brother then kill the woman that samuel was not only in love with, regardless of it being unrequited, for six hundred years, then coming home in hopes of having the company of another dearest friend to then be shoved against the wall with threats to his brother. it'd come full circle, but not the way he hoped.

the temptation to correct yeji tickles the tip of his tongue, that she was so much more than just a "friend" even, to express what he'd gone through the evening before coming home, but he remains silent. perhaps she just needed time, he knew her that well, at least. and samuel would accept that. whilst he would absolutely allow for her to feed from him when necessary, even if she had questions of his endeavors or if it would make everything he'd gone through make sense, he was aware that she wouldn't abruptly ask to do so. "you can always feed from me." the pad of his thumb runs along the back of her palm with a purse of his lips, head tilting to the side as he leads her throughout the den and up the stairs, into the cool air of the night.

"especially if it'll make things easier, or for them to make sense. i trust you more than i do anyone else with those memories." raising their connected hands, his brows knit as he wraps their arms around her shoulder. "i'm scared."

@❛ jacob kiszka "one could say that, yes." the male refutes in response with his right shoulder elevating within that of a halfhearted shrug, the tips of his fingers brushing over the open expanse of his ankle just beneath the pair of sweatpants he donned. a splinter of samuel had become somewhat optimistic, regardless of wishing to educate his bloodline of what was at stake within this moment - that being not only jacob's life, but most likely samuel's as well. golden hues overlook the countenance of his brother, but a look of bemusement remains amongst his visage. "first, brother, it's called a cellphone. it's no longer a telephone. secondly, i think this ... miss selena, if i may, might do you some educational justice. i mean --" he begins, reaching for his own device that glows upon being picked up. "it's amazing what modern day technology has come to. you have everything in your hands. music, history, pictures, videos, movies -- everything you probably remain unaware of. plus calling and messaging." acknowledging he'd most likely spoken too much, the device is lowered once more.

"though, if you're so set on your decision. i know you're bound to get curious." tossing the cell phone aside, the tips of samuel's fingers meet his scalp as they collect his strands to tug them into a messy bun at the nape of his neck, brows furrowing. "i wouldn't say lazy. but it's certainly convenient. you can't remain in the past forever, brother." his fingers then brush over his jaw with a few accompanying blinks, only to then clear his throat. "well -- i wouldn't say friends. i believe it's safe to say that i was altogether frazzled. he did take the lives of our dearest, befriending is merely impossible. even the most holy couldn't find forgiveness for the damage done on his end." his index finger repetitively taps upon his neck with a few times, exhaling softly. "though, as i'm sure you're aware, there is a bond - accompanied by loyalty - when it comes to a sire and it's ward."

his gaze shifts towards the male once more. "selena, is it? she's your ward, isn't she? if you think of your relationship, and consider possible damage that seems unforgivable even within your state of mind, it's different from a ward's point of view. and correct me if i'm wrong, for i may just be. but there is a blood bond within that kind of relationship. a loyalty. the unimaginable is possible between the two. so no, i wouldn't say friends. but he's my sire, and he trusts me. over time, i have learned to trust him. why is it that you ask?"

@❛ sam kiszka her gaze falls when he calls out her name. could he tell that she was unhappy? was he going to call her out again? her body curls in his embrace, the movement once comforting now only creating a sense of numbness within her. she stares blankly at the nearby wall, one she'd covered with a plethora of rock band posters. it reminded her of her bedroom back in London, a room she would abandon at a young age and never return to. she tries her best to stay still as he over her hair, half of her wishing they could stay like this and the other half wishing he'd stop and leave her be. it takes several moments before she speaks. "you're not the first person to say that to me, sam. you and I both know that."

ebony lashes flutter against her cheekbones when his hands descend and brush over her skin, the warmth of his touch deafened by the imminent cold that resided. was it her lack of sleep? her sorrow? she wasn't sure. "you would never hurt me and yet you did. I harmed you, yes, and that was my mistake as both your friend and ward. I put you in a difficult position and threatened someone you care about with nothing but assumptions and what memories you allowed me to see when I was changed. however, I did it because I was both angry at you for what happened and upset because Amelia's gone. I did not expect to have my life threatened in turn and be reminded that I'm your ward first instead of your friend." a single tear involuntarily falls from one of her closed eyes. "I apologize for causing what happened and I...I forgive you for harming me." she manages to stammer out, hands clenching at the back of his shirt. "whether you will forgive yourself is not up to me." her body trembles when his lips meet her forehead. it seemed the sleep had done nothing to help her.

her hands slides back into his once they've split apart, fingers slipping between his longer digits. "let's go get our girl."

@❛ sam kiszka his brows furrow, though a bitter curl of his lips separate the couplet, soft flesh pulling back to reveal razor sharp fangs. it was the first resemblance of a smirk that he’d revealed in, years, must’ve been. “You’re making this into a jest at my expense? Good to see you’ve been able to hold on to that sense of humor of yours.” though, before, Jacob was lighthearted and could be fun, he had always been forced to take up the mantle of responsibility directly following their father, as what was expected for the eldest. Joshua, though he was born five minutes prior to the assassin, had refused such expectations. feeling only slightly more at ease, he escapes the corner of the room, inhaling to breathe in the multitude of scents kept within the room. Amelia’s was still prominent, but he doesn’t comment on it. there shouldn’t be anything more said on the topic, she was returned to the one she always belonged to. “I have no need for it, Samuel.” he replies, somewhat blunt, “The only devices I am expected to wield are made to kill things.” the fact that Sam possessed the technology and wielded it so expertly was impressive, and Jacob found himself pondering his twin. Joshua would’ve been amazed by the world the two remaining Kiszkas dwelled within. he was always in love with fantastical ideals.

“Selena, perhaps.” the vampire mutters, without even thinking twice about saying her name. it rolls off of his tongue with such ease these days. “She’s quite fond of her telephone, but it’s nothing but a distraction.” his brow quirks, looking his brother over. “Listen to you. The evolution of technology has made you lazy? We don’t need telephones.” even as Sam sits on his bed, Jake remains standing, several feet from his brother. “You said you are... friends with this alpha of yours?”

@❛ jacob kiszka the lycan's gaze flickers to the hand perched alongside his brother's ribcage with a brow elevating upwards. his ears twitch just a tad, picking up the simple movement of jacob's fingers that ultimately give away the weapon in hand. smart, he thinks, especially coming into the den as an enemy. samuel's nose crinkles at the thought of the weapon within his brother's hand having complete power of taking not only his own clan's existence, but his own life as well. his right arm swivels behind his upper half to lock the door behind him, aware that if any other lycan were to pick up his brothers scent, things would not go according to plan. not to say that there was a plan anyway, for there wasn't one, but he was sure he could think last minute if necessary.

"i have no need for a telephone." samuel mocks the elder brother with a chortle following suit, lengthy steps parading him into the connected bathroom where he slumps over the sink to collect the running water within his palms, then running it over his face to wipe himself clean. "you have no need for a telephone, or you can't figure out how to use it?" he calls out in bemusement, now wiping a towel over his face before stepping out to face his brother once more.

"i'm sure someone could teach you, no? i feel as though it might be necessary within our... predicament." slender digits brush away loosened strands tickling his visage, raising a brow towards the male as he tugs a shirt upon his still dirtied countenance. "yeah, i believe so." collecting a leg within his right hand, samuel slowly sinks upon the side of his mattress with tiers pursed. "i haven't been here long, if i'm honest. we came uh.. a few years ago? so i'm not certain of who's idea this was, but it's definitely good. less suspicious, i think."

@❛ yeji hwang the familiarity of a large knot begins to tickle samuel's throat once more, especially at the touch to his hand. most of him didn't feel as if he was deserving of it, of her presence even. not after the explicit threat that's slipped through his tiers, even as he shoved her against the wall (notably as she did to him, as well).

his fingers twitch as his hand returns to his side, teeth unforgivably gnawing amongst the inside of his cheek. "yeji." it was harder to say her name now more than it'd ever been before, brows knitting together as he overlooks the warmth that lights up her visage in the form of a smile -- even if it wasn't genuine. slowly nudging himself up, his arms extend to welcome her smaller figure within them as his chin rests atop of the crown of her head. his eyes flutter, a shaky sigh slipping through his tiers as the pads of his fingertips brush over her scalp. "i need to know that you understand that i didn't mean to hurt you."

both of his palms lower to caress her cheeks, head tilting downward as the tips of his fingers guide the strands behind her ears with eyes looking back and forth between her own. "i would never hurt you. nor would i let anyone hurt you. i will be ashamed of what happened last night for years to come, that is my punishment. it happened in a lack of judgement, and i'm sorry. i need you to know that." tilting his head up to press a kiss to her forehead, he sighs whilst stepping back.

"let's get going." he murmurs in dread, offering a larger hand for her to take.

@❛ sam kiszka what had Jake been expecting by showing up, uninvited and -most likely- unwelcome to his brother’s residence. however, the younger male’s question is almost laughable. mostly because recklessness such as thing had never suited the death dealer. even when he was alive, he preferred to remain with the upper hand, to never step foot into battle without being certain that the odds are within your favor. he can explicitly remember attempting to teach his brothers the same mindset, although Joshua had always been more of a dreamer than a soldier, and Sam, well Sam was the clever one. always.

“I’m aware,” he answers slow, releasing the grip of the pistol against his rib cage and allows his arm to drop by his side. there’s a slight rustle of the leather of his coat as it shifts, and falls loosely over his black v-neck. “But, unless you plan on killing me, brother, I’m no longer concerned.” golden hues coruscating over the dirt that marks him as beast, the assassin feels a sickly churning in his stomach. “I had no way to get in touch with you.” he says, forcing his gaze to the doorway instead before adding. “I have no need for a telephone.”

true, it didn’t really answer Sam’s question, but he didn’t have an honest answer. since the night spent with Selena, he had been acting increasingly unusual. more than his need to survive was his desire to ensure his brother’s safety, Samuel’s happiness. “So, this is the den?” he murmurs, looking over the interior structure. “Very clever, moving underground. That this new alpha’s idea?”

@❛ sam kiszka yeji's eyes follow his to her shrouded neck, her own digits itching to hold the fabric to her flesh. to keep him from seeing the aftermath of his actions. to hide the damage he caused. to show that she wasn't weak. her body thankfully healed a majority of it, sure, but the lack of proper sleep and food had slowed the process.

she tenses when his hand reaches out, breath shaky as she allows him to bring the scarf away from her neck. it still ached in short spasms, a reminder of what her defiance would lead to. if she had pushed a little more, would he have killed her? "what's done is done." she whispers, ignoring the need to grasp his hand in her own when he departs. "going where?"

gentle eyes lift to find his as she takes in his equally as exhausted visage, dark circles surrounding his once bright irises. "that she does." she takes a step forward and holds his larger hand between hers. "I'll come...but only for her. You have my promise that I won't attempt to harm your brother." the lycan buried in her subconscious was screaming in anguish as she spoke. he had harmed her. he wasn't the first one to attempt to threaten her life and yet she let him get away with it. was she truly that weak? or was she simply trying to be strong for the sake of keeping herself alive? she really didn't know anymore.

one of her hands goes for the jacket hanging off a hanger near her bed as she gives a slight smile to her sire. "shall we? she mustn't be kept waiting."

@❛ hyojin ahn the reaction to his complete retraction is everything he'd hoped it would be. he can feel the way her thighs trembling within the close proximity still remaining between their lower halves, lungs releasing heavy puffs of pants with somewhat of a sadistic simper tickling his visage. the plea is music to his ears, only encouraging the masochistic need for more, repetitive begs for not only him, but for release. though, he wasn't completely satisfied. the question emitting from her tiers is enough to elevate a brow, a chuckle rippling from his cheeks. only after the correct amount of time it would take for her failure to reach has surpassed does he dare sink himself within the confinement of her thigh once more.

"what the am i doing?" the words are repeated with a chuckle rippling throughout his chest, daring to run the head of his shaft over her now abandoned oris, all with the goal of not only robbing her of release, but also for some sense of overstimulation. "well, i'm certainly not giving you what you want now, am i?" his fingers finally release the now tussled strands of her braids, ones that are barely held together at this point. his palm smoothes down her spine to perch atop of the left mound of her rear, right hand opposite as he spreads her open. "only when i think you're deserving of it. you wanna be my ? don't ask questions." his head rolls to the side as he peers at himself disappearing from his own sight, although he remains pressed against the sensitive nub.

only then does he release her, an arm encircling around her waist to pick up her frame, tucking her tightly against his side. the length of his steps are somewhat limited due to the way his jeans loosely hug the middle of his thighs, though they lower with each step nearing his desk. messily sweeping the wooden table clean, he roughly shoves her frame atop of it. taking the time to clear his legs of the remaining fabric, he fails to do the same to her clothes, deciding that it was more of an sight for her to be in shambles donned with equally as disheveled attire. " on my fingers as if they were my . on them." he orders of her, though not giving her time to necessarily do so as his middle and forefinger delve within the warm cavern once more.

his posture differs than what it was against the door, knees meeting the cold temperature of the floor of the den. perhaps he yearned to get her hopes up, but there was a sliver of want for her taste, to remind himself of the sacred taste of a woman. his free hand lowers to yank aside the fabric of her , pinning them to the left of her nether lips as his fingers replicate the slaps upon her cheek, but this time his eyes follow the connection of her arousal to his fingers. "such a pretty for someone so filthy." he notes, drawing the tip of his index finger down the seam of the lips before it fulfills where he'd previously occupied. his tongue follows suit, flat as it runs over the sensitive nub before beginning to repetitively flick amongst it. up and down, back and forth, a low grunt emits against her, albeit muffled against her glistening folds as he practically devours her within that of an animalistic manner.

@❛ sam kiszka she should’ve been fuming, absolutely enraged and disgusted by the word , but in this moment, it seemed more than an insult. a filthy praise, perhaps. either way, she liked it. regardless of every single one of her instincts telling her to hate it, to hate /him./ she couldn’t, for in this moment, he was giving her exactly what she wanted. she wasn’t so certain that this had been on his agenda as well, but she could only do the best she could to ensure that it would be again.

her jaw is forced to bend to his will, extending to allow to open as wide as it possibly could, accepting the taste of his mouth in whatever form he deemed fit for her. her tongue rests atop her bottom lip, bringing the spittle into , even as his fingers force their way to the back of . usually, Hyojin thought her gag reflex was pretty well controlled, although the abrupt nature at which the tips of his fingers found themselves inching towards her esophagus has a muffled gurgle vibrating around them, eyes watering for only a moment. as soon as is abandoned, she struggles to in heavy breaths, lungs burning with each, sharp inhale. “Mm!” it’s almost an excited sound, tiers pressed tightly together, though the corners are twisted upwards; /content/ with her current punishment. her cheeks sting, so much so she feels as though they’re on fire by the time his palm ceases. the side of her face falls against the door, raspy moans now falling in strings of obscenities from her lips the moment he guides her hand.

“You love that about me, don’t you?” her voice is barely audible against the sound of their bodies joining, and amidst her moans that were sounding closer and closer to screams with every fervent buck of his hips. “I’ll be your ing if that’s what you want, whatever you want..!” truer words had never been spoken, for she had never been ed like this before. sure, she’d known rough , but assuming the position of power with nearly everyone she’s been with, she had no idea that being submissive, at the mercy of a sadistic bastard, could be so much /fun./

every muscle within her body tightens, she’s so close that her guts are in knots. just a little more...

within a split second, all euphoria sours as the release is ripped out of her grasp, quite literally when Sam pulls her hand from her oris, and the sudden feeling of emptiness when his body abandons hers is all but maddening. a growl of frustration and confusion leaves her lips, attempting to pull her wrist free from his grip. “N-no, please-“ she’s pinned to the door, thighs trembling, and in desperate need of the he’d snatched away from her. “What the are you doing?”

@❛ hyojin ahn "that's right," he begins with a growl, heavy pants repetitively emitting throughout his own parted tiers and ghosting along the expanse of her jaw closest to his couplet, but the pair fails to ever meet her flesh. she didn't deserve the pressure of his tiers, for they would be saved for those deserving of them. inwardly, he notes, that she wasn't. she could have him this way though, because at least it benefited him, as well. at least it gave him an out release the pent up anger and rid of the emotions whirring within his mind, even if it was only momentary. momentary or not, he was free from the demons. honestly, he would do whatever in his power to remain within this current state of mind, zeroed in on how he could bring himself pleasure, even if it meant doing this again and again.

if she was the secret path towards a distraction, then he would follow it until the ends of the earth. "you know why? because you're a ing ." his words are almost as ruthless as the rut of his hips, but not quite. with fingers restless, both braids are tucked between the fingers on his left hand, keeping her back as arched as possible as the other travels around once more. journeying up the side of her chin, his thumb presses against the right side of her cheek and his remaining fingers on the other, forcefully prying open further before he takes advantage of the position to then mark with his own saliva, fingers soon shoving within the warm cavern and towards the back just as his would do, almost forcing the liquid down . "swallow it." he speaks through his teeth once more.

this time, though, his lips do ghost along the redness of her cheek as his fingers release and terrorize the redness of her cheeks further with fierce and repetitive slaps. only then does the twitching of her walls bring his attention back to his main goal and his hand flees to meet her own against the treasure between her legs. he encourages a faster pace, one matching the rhythm of his hips and he waits painfully patiently until he could feel as though she was almost there, right on the edge. if he were to allow himself of the opportunity, he too would've been close, but thankful for good stamina, he wasn't quite there. she, however, was. so the tips of his fingers (of those still gripping tightly upon her braids) nudge her against the door once more as he releases himself from the tightening of her walls, as well as taking her hand away from her core-- ultimately robbing her of the first release she'd sought out for.

@❛ sam kiszka “, yes..” the expletive is a mantra upon her pouty couplet, punctuating each full rut of his hips. one hand still grips helplessly at the pads of muscle against his abdomen, but the other has since fled to her own face, teeth sinking into the flesh of her first two fingers as the pads rest upon her tongue. it was all she could do to keep from digging her claws into the wood of the door she was forced against. there was a pressure in need to be released, and her teeth against her knuckles were the conduits for such a sensation.

her thighs are wobbly from the ruthlessness of his hips slamming into her body, but regardless she pushes back into each and every one, taking every inch of his love that her body would allow, and then some. “Sam, I-“ her statement and breath stolen from her the moment he encourages her arch, violent bucking resulting in an all-new depth for him to reach. a broken whimper that fades within her lewd panting is the only sound that leaves her lips in an attempt to finish whatever thought had been removed from her brain. the euphoria of Sam filling her to the brim with repetitive, merciless s is amplified by the mutual distaste they seemed to hold for each other, creating a truly electric, lewd atmosphere. fingers slipping from her glossy tiers, they seek the greedy bud between her thighs, unable to help herself. pads of her fingers rub against the swollen bundle of nerves, hissing as she does so. the sensation paired with the older lycan’s abuse on her inside was almost certainly dragging her to the brink- the point of no return.

she nods, for how could she not? lips parted, saliva begins to collect at one corner, threatening to run down her jaw. senses overwhelmed, she attempts to keep her eyes open and turned up at him, but her lashes dare to flutter once more. “I wanted you- to me back into place, Sam!” fingers doing gymnastics over her most sensitive section, her body threatens never to release him as her walls clamp around his girth, hips undulating as she instinctively begs for more. her brows knit together tighter, teeth gritting. most of the crimson in her eyes not as visible as the whites as they tempt to roll back into her skull, perspiration smearing her eyeliner in thick, black streaks towards her cheeks that were bright red. “I wanted, mm!, see if you could really- do it, or if you’d out-“

@❛ hyojin ahn to be frank, samuel - admittedly - wasn't the biggest fan of hyojin's presence right now, nor does he wish to remain within it. however. it's the warmth and tightness of her walls that draw his hips against her own in repetitive, viscous s. it was as though his brain failed to connect to his body and his countenance was working with a mind of it's own. each rut of his hips is accompanied by a full and shaky exhale, fingertips curling around both and the fabric of her skirt.

oceanic hues dare to flutter, but only before he catches sight of her own ruby pair. whilst he was indeed quite annoyed with the female, angry even, samuel would emit that seeing her pinned beneath him like this, and obviously enjoying it, was the most sight he'd seen in a while. it'd been a while since he'd partaken in ual anyway. so perhaps it was the pent up anger he'd failed to allow himself to release, or the lack of that had his senses completely haywired - ruthless, even. a simper begins to tickle at the corner of his tiers, for he was successful with his attempt to convince her that she would thoroughly enjoy this. that /this/ would be easy. no. nothing with samuel was easy, and most were aware of the fact.

little did hyojin know that each opportunity of release would be stolen from her, that his plan was to have her writhing beneath him with tears, begging him for release. his goal, indeed, was to break her. the chance for any domination on her end, even a glimmer of it is taken away from the female as his fist shoves her further against the door. "i told you to shut up." he hisses, raising his hand from her skirt to then run over her crimson tainted chest. he tugs down the fabric of her shirt to forcefully free her s, the palm of his hand accompanied with a sting following an aggressive slap to the swell of one of her s, palm then belligerently gripping upon the mound with murmured curses beneath his breath.

"you wanted this, didn't you?" samuel's voice is low, husky as his lips run over the shell of her ear, fingers loosening from both the silkened mound in his palm as well as . both hands elevate to curl around the braids at either side of her head, tugging her head back to further encourage the arch in her back as his hips violently clash with hers, filling her to the brink each and every time. "you wanted me to you back into place. tell me."

@❛ sam kiszka it had been a long time since she’d feared any man. so long that perhaps she forgot what it felt like to be powerless, to be afraid. the night of her first turn, that was the night she swore she would never fear another man. they didn’t deserve her fear, the tremble of her fingers, and yet Samuel was drawing it out of her. she felt small, and helpless, for the first time in a long time. it should’ve felt awful, to be degraded and choked, but it was was the dampening of her flesh that catches her attention.

not the skin of , broken with his claws and allowing crimson to paint streams over her clavicle, sliding down along the top of her . oh no, the warmth soaking her thighs is what she was focused in on. no one had spoken to her like that, and part of that was her own doing, part Jaehyun’s. whether it was because he wasn’t kissing her or she had just found a brand new was irrelevant, for she was absolutely soaking.

she’d stopped arguing the moment she felt her own heat, and instead simply stared at him, the apples of her cheeks pinkening. as strange as it was, every word spoken sent alarm signals to the place between her hips. even when he threatened to kill her. she couldn’t place the arousal: was it the physical ferocity or the ruthless tongue lashes that was getting her more and more sensitive with each passing moment.

her lips part, and yet no words have the time to breach the surface; only a whimper as she’s jammed between the wall and his unforgiving frame. her head careens so that her cheek is smashed against the cool surface, contorting her already strained visage. in an instant, the entire dynamic of the room changes. the moment the coolness of the air kisses the bare flesh of her rump, and her knees snap together upon instinct. not to keep him out, however, for her back is already arching the moment he wedges himself between her thighs, pressing back and welcoming the violent with a lusty cry sliding off her tongue.

/must I remind you that you are beneath me?/ her hands reach back to blindly press into his abdomen. or, at least, that’s what she thought she was going to do. instead, her claws dig into the pads of muscle along his torso, as if attempting to pull him closer, though she was folded against him quite tight enough already. her walls flutter around the thickness of him as the question falls from his lips, and she finds herself actually answering. not a sarcastic response, or a witty comeback, but a whine and the smallest of nods, her neck craning so that she can stare up at him. her eyes no longer narrowed, but doe-like as her lips remain parted. “Nnnn... is this, mm, meant to scare me silent?” her entire body is alive with electric tingles, the sensation of being stretched in all the right ways sending her straight to cloud nine in moments. “Or you just been thinking so much about ing me that you, mnn, think it’s the best way to put me back in my place?” her eyelids flutter, pressing back to meet his hips with her own, the desire to be filled completely forcing her teeth to sink into the fleshiest section of her lower lip. “Then go on, baby boy. Break me...”

@❛ hyojin ahn "shut up."

samuel demands with a hiss, keeping the grip tight and merciless upon , evident that now there was absolutely no plan in letting her out of his room without being understood. "do you know what it is that you're feeling right now?" he leans in even closer, a look of bemusement dancing upon his visage. "let me answer that. it's fear. uncertainty. do you underestimate me?" it's questioned almost as if he were hurt that she would, but he couldn't give another about it. "a coward? you know what, you're right. i'm a coward for bringing somebody that i've bene in love with into a situation that resulted in her death. i'm a ing Coward for bringing her back for a burial, and for giving jaehyun each and every detail of it." the memories aren't welcomed yet appear within his mind anyway, as if he were within the graveyard right now.

he hadn't even noticed how hi sclaws had broken the softness of he skin, pressing into her neck. "let me tell you why you won't do anything. because one more movement from my end and you're dead. and you know what i'd do? i'd bring your body to jaehyun and find the excuse of self defense. she was in my room when i got home, tried to attack me when i was most vulnerable. and for what? because my ing brother has been in this room? how ing pathetic do you take me for?" his teeth sting as they grit together. "if anyone's a coward? it's you for thinking you, and the entirety of the clan could go against the ing alpha, the one who made if not most who we are today. must i remind you that we're all /ing/ murderers? that we were created to dissipate any other species, regardless if we do or not."

his free hand winds around her back, fingertips brushing upon the doorknob before tugging at the fabric of her skirt to turn her around within his grasp. the tips of his fingers entangle within her strands as they remain around and his lips brush against her ear as she's trapped between him and the wall. "but that's not what you came here for, is it?" a rhetorical question, at that. his free hand lowers to curl the tips of his fingers beneath her skirt, tugging it upwards to encourage the fabric to sit atop of her now exposed rear as he presses against her. "you want to be better than me." he continues, drawing his fingers over his own jeans to them, then dragging the zipper downward. "you'd like that, wouldn't you? you've just been jealous this entire time." his eyes narrow as he chuckles, his nails decorated with her blood. his palm sinks within his boxer briefs to retrieve his , guiding it between her legs. "must i need to remind you that you are beneath me?" he growls, guiding himself to her entrance where he slams within without a glimmer of preparation.

@❛ sam kiszka within seconds of speaking, his laughter sends an icy chill down her spine. gripping the doorknob, in a feeble attempt to fling it open and escape, her body is hoisted into the air, her back slamming into the wood so forcefully that it creaks against the contact. fingers fleeing to claw helplessly at his wrist, her legs kick against the door, heels trying to balance themselves against him. anything she could do to ease the pressure around , cutting off her air.

her stilettos slip each time they attempt to dig into his body, to bring her a sense of stability; meanwhile, her eyes are alight with anxiety, fear. would he kill her? being the alpha’s favorite only got you so far, and she should’ve known better than to taunt him. gagging against the pressure, her teeth bare themselves instead, a snarl leaving her lips as she comes face to face with him. his voice bounces around in her mind for several seconds. brother? “He’s nothing but a murderer-“ her voice is raspy, desperate for oxygen even as she holds on to his gaze. “His- existence- is useless, you know that, right? If no one else- will- then I’ll rip his, Ugh!- his heart out, myself-“

within a millisecond, she can breathe, but only one, short inhale is what she receives before she’s pressed to the door again. this time, opens, the shewolf sounding more animal than human as she growls in response to his threat, as if to show that she wasn’t afraid of him, though she most certainly /was/. “You really think,” she pauses a moment, the tips of her toes touching the ground, she felt a little less like a floundering fish. one hand reaches out to push at his jaw, nails scraping any exposed flesh that she can find, “that Jaehyun is the /only/ one with a say? Every other lycan here will riot for his ing head if they find out he was here. If Jaehyun knows and refuses to act, then I’ll stand in the center of the arena and scream at the top of my lungs all about the traitor among us, and how he offered his own ward to be slaughtered-“ her brows knit together, breathing in this moment was no easy task, but even as she feared what he might do, she wouldn’t back down. not from this. “You’re a traitor and a coward. I bet you watched Amelia die with your tail between your legs like a .”

@❛ hyojin ahn how idiotic he must've been to believe that she would take his word of advice, or to even leave the premises of his room. instead, a gleaming blue follows her each and every move yet he fails to take a single step forward. she's intimidated by him, he could sense that at least. and although he wasn't the violent type, tonight seemed completely out of the ordinary for him, at least. there was nothing but the movement by the lungs within his body because he was aware, at least, that she wouldn't be leaving under his watch.

samuel's flesh was practically set ablaze and his mind whirred with anger, wishes to be the cause of damage being done to the lycan now pressing herself upon his door. he wasn't stupid, six hundred years older gave him the advantage of knowing body language of his own kind. she was scared, wearing a facade to seem as though she could harm him. in fact, if it were a battle between the two it'd take a second for him to overpower her. that's the difference between samuel and hyojin: she depended on so many other people for battle, yet all he needed was himself. his eyes narrow, and he couldn't place his finger on it being her smug grin or her sentence that does it for him, that's the last straw.

silence blanketed the two for a second, a split second before a menacing laugh slips through his tiers. "and that's supposed to scare me?" he questions, tilting his head back to release another psychotic-like laugh. he could swear the door of his room bends with the impact of hyojin's body being slammed against it, digits up-keeping a deathly grip against . he'd raised her body to his own eye-level against the door, and his grip is unforgiving as it tightens. just a little more with an accompanying twist of his wrist and he'd break her neck. "you listen to me and i suggest you listen to me closely." speaking between teeth once more as he leans in, tiers twisted into a smile that fails to meet his eyes. "that "filthy leech"? i'll tell you this, even though it's not your business. he's my ing brother. i don't expect your sympathy, nor is it something that i yearn for, but what i do expect is for you to know that if you even attempt to lay a hand on him, i will not hesitate to rip you to shreds before the alpha himself."

the pads of his thumbs sink furthermore into her neck, eyes narrowing. "speaking of the alpha? what you threaten is mostly what he's already aware of. bull? you're the only one full of it, so full that your eyes are almost turning brown." looking back and forth between her eyes, he loosely releases her before slamming her upon the door once more. "let me repeat myself, in case you didn't hear it last time. next time? you do not invade my personal privacy, and you keep yourself away from /my/ business. am i understood?"

@❛ sam kiszka “If you’re not hiding anything, you wouldn’t mind, Sammy.” she hisses in response to his question, building up faux fearlessness before him taking yet another step back. she spots the way his fists tighten and she abruptly uncurls her own. instead, her palm dances along the pillow on his bed. she had to have been backing up, getting close to the wall, and she didn’t want to be caught between him and such.

“Did he kill her?” she continues, attempting to side step the elder lycan that towered over her now. “Huh? Whatever filthy leech got his stink all over your room?” her other palm ghosting against the wall as she attempts to follow it until she could get around him, her eyes were beginning to glint against the lighting in the room. her mind begins to place each piece together, like some twisted puzzle. “Who is he? That mother ing death dealer.” her heels carry her at a careening angle, keeping her eyes on him though her hand flees behind her to blindly seek the doorknob. “Oh my god, I knew Yeji was full of . /You’re/ full of . Does Jaehyun know he was here? That the ENEMY walked these ing halls?” Hyojin is practically spitting acid with every word spoken, her eyes aflame. “I’m going to tell Jae, the knights, everyone. And they’re going to hunt down that ing prick, and bring him back here for a proper execution.” her fingers curl around the doorknob at last, and a victorious simper tugs at her lips. “I’ll feed him to you in little bites so you don’t choke.”

@❛ hyojin ahn "and so you think it's appropriate to invade MY privacy in your waiting endeavors?" samuel's eyes immediately narrow as the fire within his countenance is once again ignited. there was absolutely no doubt he wasn't planning on hiding it either, for this was a direct offense. already fed up with not only himself and the changes roughly made throughout his life within the previous week or so, he wasn't in the mood for anyones company, especially hyojin's. not like she was any special case in particular, but he was aware that she wasn't one to bite her tongue. in times like this, neither was he.

his hands form a fist at his sides, as her own had, but her grip was most likely nothing in comparison to his own. they tighten, too, as her words knock the wind from the restraint of his lungs. perhaps it would've been smart of him to consider the lycan's may be suspicious of amelia's lack of absence, but after talking things through with the alpha, it was no longer in his hands to explain the events taken place. "you don't know anything." he immediately returns with an accompanying growl climbing up his throat. "nor is it your business. you may see yourself out, hyojin." it wasn't a question, nor a suggestion. instead, an order of sorts. "and next time?" he questions with a step forward of his own, leaning forward until he was eye-level with the shewolf. "i would reconsider sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

turning upon his heels, his eyes zero in on his nightstand as his fingers delve throughout his strands. and to think he would've actually gotten some rest.

@❛ sam kiszka to say the his entrance had startled her would’ve been an understatement. the slamming was so abrupt that she nearly came out of her skin. however, she was given very little time to react, for he was right behind her within seconds.

the sickening stench of ancient blood was pushed to the back of her mind, and the depth at which his tone rumbles within his chest had taken the forefront. she could feel the heat of his breath upon her her ear lobe, and she finds herself spinning on her heels and taking a few, cautious steps backwards, though her eyes are narrowed. she feared him, true, for he was much older and stronger than her, however her loyalty for the pack and general, proud nature kept the grimace upon her face.

“I had some questions for you,” she crosses her slender arms over the swells clad in beige and plaid, brows knit together. “I couldn’t find you so I was coming to see it perhaps you were in your room.” it was so obviously a lie, but she fans her cheeks with thick, dark lashes and continues to weave her web. “I thought I’d wait for you. Why do you seem so tense, baby? Could it be that your lover is missing?” remembering Amelia had not resurfaced in days, the shewolf takes a step forward, tone lowering to a primal hiss. “Does that have anything to do with the stink of bloodsuckers practically oozing from this room, huh?”

@❛ hyojin ahn exhausted.

samuel was completely and utterly exhausted, worn out due to the lack of sleep he'd received. perhaps he thought it was a good idea initially, a way to keep himself from the demons of his nightmares. but even they'd found a loophole, taunting him during the day. no matter where he looked, or place he found himself to be, he would turn and see his brother. or he would turn to see a reminder of amelia.

then he would think of his family, memories he'd kept tucked away overwhelming his senses. what would his father, his hero, say about them now? would he be disgusted? ashamed of what they've become? the thought practically flattened the form of samuel's teeth due to the repetitive gritting. the thought disgusted himself, making him ashamed of /himself/ regardless of what he was at fault for. he couldn't help but question what he'd become. would his brother even despise his brother's character? had he changed so much? the inside of his cheek was stuck between pearly whites, fingers curling around his mobile device with a grip so hard that it manages to crumble beneath his palm. it wouldn't be the first time he'd broken something out of anger, it could always be replaced. but the lives lost by those same hands wouldn't be.

he practically stomps into the den, down the different halls to his room. maybe now he'd get some sleep, now that he was aware that escape from his own demons weren't possible. it's a good thing, too, that he wouldn't be in contact with anyone soon on his watch. his anger wasn't naturally shown on his visage, something he'd kept private, and that was immediately his attention. but the moment his door is thrown open and slammed shut, a crumbled mobile device thrown within the nearest trash bin as the glass remains stuck within his palm. he's overwhelmed more than anything, different emotions plummeting through his veins. and perhaps he would've gripped at his hair with his posture crouched forward with a scream following suit. tears would paint his cheek, but only if he was alone. but alas, he wasn't. a hint of a tear glimmers beneath his lower lashes, brows furrowing as steps are taken to the figure facing away from him.

what was up with everybody entering his room lately? was privacy something he should be concerned of moving forward? leaning forward, his chin hovers over the female's shoulder with words spoken calmly between gritted teeth. "can i help you?"

@❛ yeji hwang "morning."

samuel could immediately see it, see how her visage mirrored his own. he could tell that she'd most likely been just as restless as she was, unable to sleep beneath the moonlight. a knot threatens to build within his throat, for he was a big part of that. he caused that. as her sire, and hopefully considered a friend, a line was overstepped and he was able to recognize it. his eyes lower to take in her figure, particularly the scarf around her neck. was she bruising? no, they'd heal too fast.

even with that in mind, a hand outstretches to gently run over the fabric of the scarf before lowering it. he had to be sure he hadn't done that much damage. his brows knit together as the pads of his fingers run over the softness of her neck, only before retracting by his side. "i'm sorry." he murmurs, repeating the heartfelt apology just as he had the night before. "i'm going now."

murmured as if she was aware of what he was speaking about, his eyes elevate to look at her once more with a palm perched upon the nape of his neck. "i'm going to get her from jake. she deserves a proper burial, at least." he couldn't find the strength to say her name, nor was it deserving of him to do so. "won't you come?"

@❛ sam kiszka so, Yeji had no information. or, at least, none that she would willingly offer up; perhaps a loyalty thing to Sam. Hyojin couldn’t blame her: though she’d sought out and killed the man that turned her, she would never have rat out Jaehyun. she thought of her alpha now; would he be upset with her for going on this little espionage mission without his approval? certainly, she decided, but if her efforts bore the right fruit? perhaps he could look past the way she snuck around behind his back to find out what she’s been itching to know.

Sam’s room was an easy one to find, considering she knew the compound inside and out, and having seen him around the arena earlier when she’d slipped away, she knew he hadn’t yet made it back. she would have a few minutes, if she was lucky. and, a few seconds if not.

“Oh, baby boy,” she whispers, turning the knob of the door to find it give against her grip. “You really should lock your door.” however, what would be the need? she might’ve found herself even more suspicious if his room had been locked, for lycans didn’t keep secrets from one another. well, most didn’t, anyways. Sam, on the other hand, was growing increasingly suspect each time she saw him.

slipping inside the darkened room, her fingers seek out the light switch against the wall, but it’s the immediate and overwhelming stench that has her clamping her other hand over and nose. she knew it, instantly. metallic, the smell of blood, but not just any blood. a vampire had been here. even holding back the gag, she steps forward, keeping her palm clamped tightly against . after a few moments, the scent begins to become bearable, though still prominent. Inquisitive fingers trail along everything the vampire must’ve touched, eyes scanning the room. now, just why would a vampire have come in here? she felt sickened by the scent, sure, but moreso angry. offended that he didn’t seem to bother to mention this to anyone. her eyes narrow, the faint crimson seeing through her normally tawny pair, her free hand balling up into a fist at her side. just who did he think he was?

@❛ jacob kiszka "still," the male begins with a soft chuckle, reaching down to collect both the pair of sweatpants and the flimsy flannel previously abandoned amongst the rock to the left of where he'd transformed at the beginning of the run. "you could've left me some." oceanic hues glimmer beneath the pale moonlight as his head turns, eyes raking up the countenance of his companion. a chuckle slips through his tiers as the others' palm repetitively pats at the conjunction of his shoulder with a few squeezes. "see you, man."

it was bittersweet to say the least, his first full moon run with a walk back home alone. for centuries he was joined by amelia, dirtied fingers interlaced on the journey back to their destination. this time, samuel felt particularly cold, alone and small. the tips of his fingers disappear within disheveled strands, tying them at the base of his neck before his fingers caress both sides of his arms. his elbows brush against the open expanse of his abdomen and he locks them there in seek to make up for the warmth only once provided by his best friend. eyes elevate to overlook the moon dancing above his flesh with tiers pressed into somewhat of a scowl. he cursed the moon tonight, as if her loss was it's fault. he cursed the power it held over him, making him go through this run as though it was mandatory, even if he didn't want to.

the sorrow begins to settle in now that samuel was alone.

with brows furrowed, his head tilts down to overlook each step taken. the map had been memorized long ago, bare feet smacking the concrete grounds as he's led down the stairs and into the abandoned subway that the den was made up of. seconds after he'd made it down the steps his body pauses. something was off. it was the scent that flooded his nostrils, and an urgent rush of fright pumped throughout his veins. with a hiss his head whips from left to right, accompanied with a bit of whiplash. though the scent was off, it didn't seem as though any of the others had noticed. or, perhaps, he was the first to return. samuel returns his gaze ahead of him, steps slow and hesitant as they continue forward. maybe it came with age, too, how heightened his senses had become. he follows the scent, and the more it's breathed in, the more certain he was of /whose/ scent it was.

in his mind, he's brought back to the graveyard and to the blood that'd drawn the two back. narrowing his eyes, the tips of his fingers brush over the door knob of his own room. his eyes narrow and the elevation and depletion of his lungs quicken as the door is shoved open. his eyes immediately glow within the dark, scanning each and every centimeter of his room. the scent of his brother was overwhelming, almost as if ...... "brother." he greets with a rumble of his chest, immediately closing the door behind him whilst locking it. the tips of his fingers sink beneath the fabric of his sleeves to tug off the flannel with a toss to the side, ultimately revealing the dirt decorating his flesh. "what are you doing here? do you know the danger you've put yourself in right now?"