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:: Restless Beauty ::

Sorcerous Stabber Orphen

Sequel to Timeless Beauty

Disclaimer: I don't own Sorcerous Stabber Orphen or any of the characters mentioned.

Rating: NC-17

Pairings: Orphen/Majik

Warnings: AU, yaoi, language, even *more* pointless smut, lemon...

Notes: This took me forever to do... *whimper* Three lemons in such a short time... No more... No more... Kisses are nice. Yes. Will stick to kisses for a while now...

x_x Kyah... This better have been worth it...




It had been over a week since Orphen could remember thinking straight.

The youth sighed as he sat in his car, the ignition still off, simply resting his head against the back of his seat as he pondered over the recent events... Or what he could remember of them, anyway.

He'd been feeling dizzy lately, especially after he and his newfound lover had sex -- if it could be called that; Orphen refused to really *do* anything because his partner was so young -- which probably contributed to his confusion. He'd even gone so far as to ask Majik what day it was. It had only been that morning, actually, when he'd stumbled into the dark kitchen. The shades were drawn down and the lights turned low all the time. Majik insisted it was because he burned easily and that light hurt his eyes early in the morning.

"What day is it?" he recalled asking almost drunkenly, leaning against the counter top that was between the kitchen and tiny living room. Though darkly lit, everything was white, so it threw the room into gray shades. Nearly every single thing Majik owned was white; it was as though he were clinging to some form of purity through the chaste lack of colours.

Wide, childlike aqua eyes had turned to him, a soft mouth curling up into a sweet smile. "It's Thursday, Orphen-san," he'd said patiently, as though the older man were a small, ignorant child.

Irritated, the brunette had snapped, "I meant the date."

Without breaking his calm patience, Majik had replied, "March the twenty-third."

Orphen's eyes had snapped wide open, jolting him to full awareness. "How long have I been here?!"

The blonde was no longer smiling as he avoided the mahogany-eyed young man, turning his face away so that Orphen could only see his left ear and cheek at an odd angle. "Nearly two weeks," came the soft answer.

That had been his first wake-up call in twelve days. For the first time Orphen began to realize that there was another world outside, even if Majik didn't want to see it. He hadn't been to the Dark Deep in days; surely they were missing him by now! At least, the women were. His status was no secret there. He was far from the most sought-after, but he had a lot more people -- mostly females -- chasing after him than he liked.

And yet...

He sighed, shifting restlessly as his fingers thrummed on the steering wheel. He'd promised Majik he was only leaving to get his belongings because... No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't stay away from the boy. He was just too... Enticing. Innocently seductive. Beautiful. Intriguing... But also vaguely creepy.

Sometimes Orphen truly believed his lover wasn't human.

He shook his head, trying to drive the idea from his mind. It was a ridiculous thought. Some people, some boys, rather, were just born beautiful -- special -- and Majik happened to be one of them. That was no reason to go around thinking the boy was *weird*.

But there were little things that caught his attention, things he rarely took note of when he was actually around the boy. For example, Majik had gone shopping a couple times to make sure they could eat, but Orphen couldn't recall seeing him actually do it. Yes, he would bring something back, but more often than not he would simply watch Orphen eat, then usually they would have sex and the oddness of it would be driven out of the brunette's mind.

Well then.

Fog was beginning to settle in. If he didn't start heading back, he'd never get there within the day. Majik lived a good couple of hours away, out in the city's outskirts, and he'd already lingered here too long. Yes, he'd asked Majik to come with him instead, but the boy was strangely adamant about his living conditions. He'd assured Orphen it had nothing to do with the shabby apartment complex. It was just that he preferred a place with fewer windows, more dark curtains.

The boy was oddly nocturnal, sleeping often around noon, but he didn't go to school. And anyway, that wasn't strange either; he could have grown up with odd sleeping habits. And Majik seemed very clever; there was the slightest possibility he'd finished schooling. Not that he *needed* it.

Starting the car, Orphen pulled out of his driveway, silently hoping he'd remembered to lock the door before he'd left. He turned on the radio as he drove, thankful for the near deserted streets. It was damp and muggy out; to drive in such thick fog was nearly suicidal. And yet he wasn't worried about that. Sometimes Orphen had the strangest sensation, as of late anyway, that he couldn't get hurt even if he *tried*.

He did reach the small house safely, absently grateful for that. It took only one trip for him to move his belongings from the trunk and into the house, dropping them off in the entryway. It was one habit of his he knew Majik hated; the blonde was so picky about how neat everything was. "I'm back, Majik," he called.

No answer. Tipping his head to the side, Orphen kicked off his shoes, removed his jacket and hung it on the coat-hanger Majik had *insisted* he used. Really, the boy was so fussy sometimes...

Walking down the hallway, ears sharply listening for any hint as to the blonde's whereabouts, Orphen wasn't always aware of how he contrasted his surroundings so much. His dark looks made him seem evil in the angelic white rooms; even with Majik he knew he appeared to be a demon of sorts. Dark leather, elastic-laced clothing and coarse denim would make him startlingly aware of the soft jeans and silk or cotton shirts Majik always wore.

A soft spattering sound similar to that of rain made him pause. Then a wicked smirk took a hold of his features; it wasn't rain, it was the sound of water against fiberglass and linoleum, which obviously meant Majik was in the shower.

Fun.

Stealthily, Orphen turned the knob, pleased to see it wasn't locked. Majik wasn't used to needing privacy, he supposed, so it was only natural he wouldn't lock doors when he wanted to be alone. The hinges made no noise of protest as he urged the door open, slipping inside in his bare feet, dark jeans and clinging black T-shirt. It would be like being outside in the rain... Only not.

Snorting to himself, Orphen was only quiet until he reached the drawn curtain of the shower. He heard Majik making no sound, much in contrast to the few novels he'd read on boring days where one lover pounced another in the shower, the victim blissfully unaware of the intentions and humming to his or her self.

He stepped inside, amused to see that Majik was already turning to face him with no surprise in his bright eyes. Dripping wet, water spraying on his bare back, Majik smiled sweetly, tinged with a hint of seduction Orphen was growing to like. "Welcome back," he said calmly as he finished rinsing his arm of soap.

"Hnm," Orphen murmured, leaning close, heedless of the spray drenching his hair, making his clothes stick to him like second skin. "Beautiful," he murmured, kissing the boy chastely with not-so-innocent intentions behind it. Majik was, as usual, submissive to his touch. Normally the boy would put up a fight, but Orphen would always win.

At least, it *seemed* he always won...

Lips pressed to lips again, and this time Orphen hid no secrets as he maneuvered the boy until he was pressed against the wall, their tongues gently teasing each other. It would be a first time, Orphen reflected, if they had sex in here... That was *definitely* a fun idea. He dropped his kisses to the boy's pale throat, enjoying the soft hums of pleasure the blonde emitted above him.

"Mm... Orphen-san...?"

"Hm?" Orphen muttered to show he was listening, fingers dancing lightly down the pale blonde's chest, drawing closer and closer to--

"Can we go further this time?"

Orphen stopped abruptly, trying to tell himself that, yes, Majik had just asked what he thought he had. When he straightened up to stare him in the eyes, the brunette found that Majik's demeanor had changed as well, so that he looked indignant. "Why?"

"*Orphen*--"

"You still have a child's body," Orphen replied icily, feeling a stab of guilt as hurt flashed through those iridescent eyes. "And you won't be ready for some things until you're older." With that Orphen slipped out and went for the door in a manner that clearly told of similar arguments before. It wasn't just what he'd told the boy, it was also that he was nervous... He'd never gone even as far as he was with someone so young, male *or* female.

"Orphen!" There was a scrambling sound of feet slipping over damp tiles, and before he'd even touched the doorknob, Orphen found his midsection wrapped in a tight embrace, Majik pressing his cheek into his back. Somehow he knew this wasn't an act of desperation, but of determination, defiance...

The older youth shifted in the slim arms, turning so he could face the sea-green eyes that burned with a frightening fire. "What?" he asked quietly, nearly horrified that despite his outward coolness, he found himself tugging on the boy's damp hair.

"You *always* do this," Majik said heatedly, arms tightening with surprising force. He looked too scrawny to be that strong. "You always say no and leave-- Always!"

Orphen sighed heavily. "Majik, please don't--"

He was cut off abruptly as the boy fisted his shirt in his hands, eyes blazing with uncharacteristic anger as Majik kissed him fiercely. It gave Orphen the half frightening, half thrilling sensation of being eaten alive. Soon worry won over, though, because it was so unlike Majik, sensual or not...

It was Orphen's firm grip on his shoulders that instantly calmed the boy, making him lax, as though he'd suddenly realized what he'd been doing. Majik drew back, his chin dropping to his chest. A quick glance down told Orphen the blonde was clenching his fists, his arms trembling.

"Why not?" Majik finally demanded, his tone rising higher as he spoke. "If I'm ready-- I *know* I'm--"

"No," Orphen cut in. "You don't. You're only..." His voice trailed off, realizing that he'd never heard the boy tell him how old he was. Or had he told him, but he'd been too out of it? After all, Orphen couldn't remember over half the two weeks that had sped by without his realizing it.

Naturally, it was the wrong thing to bring up anyway. Majik was becoming testy about how Orphen saw him lately, knowing that despite his growing a bit bolder with the blonde every day, he was still cautious because he saw him as a child. Majik *hated* that.

Suddenly, Majik's expression changed from frustrated to mildly tired and a bit exasperated. His smile was one of patience, and Orphen blinked, surprised to feel a bit light suddenly. Was this a result of their arguing? It ended up this way a lot, really, but...

Majik's cold, wet hand was on his arm, tugging gently as he opened the door. "Come on," he said soothingly. "We can talk this out, right? Please, Orphen-san?"

Oddly enough, he couldn't seem to find the word 'no' anywhere. "Sure," the brunette murmured, allowing himself to be lead to the tiny living room. Majik was speaking in gentle tones, though most of what he said seemed to roll over the older youth's head. What was he saying? Orphen tried to focus, but all he got were snippets such as, "... a lot more mature than people take me for," and, "... anyway, I trust you... Orphen-san."

The final mention of his name somehow snapped him back to reality. This was way too weird, daydreaming like that. Orphen forced his slightly fuzzy mind to focus, determined to understand, for once, what was going on. He was vaguely surprised to find Majik sitting calmly on the couch while he stood in front of him; the blonde was gazing at his hands as he spoke, eyes occasionally flickering up to peer at him.

"Stop that," said Orphen suddenly.

Majik blinked. "Stop what, Orphen-san?"

The older youth shook his head, closing his sienna eyes momentarily in an attempt to clear his head. "Whatever you're doing... Making me feel drugged... Just stop it!"

He was half expecting Majik to deny any such thing, that Orphen was simply being delusional, but he did no such thing. Instead he sighed, meeting the brunette's gaze directly. Slow as fading mist, Orphen felt the fuzziness being lifted from his mind. He could think clearly, and looking at Majik, he didn't just suspect, he *knew* there was something not right about the boy.

"What are you?" he finally asked, voice coming out a bit more strangled than he would have liked, less commanding than it should have been.

"A vampire," said Majik simply.

He wasn't sure what to make of this. As though he knew exactly what Orphen was thinking, Majik nervously ran his tongue over his lips before skinning them back over his teeth, revealing two very sharp, very pointed, very *real* fangs.

Orphen stared. He was past the stage of disbelief by now; there was no reaction to scream, no wanting to get away... Rather, there was curiosity that was almost desperately insatiable. "... So you *are* a lot older than I thought," was all he could think so say.

Majik nodded, closing his mouth so that his fangs indented his lower lip. "I told you once, but you may have been in a trace. I'm over two thousand years old."

"Two *thousand*?!"

"I've never once lied to you," said Majik serenely, speaking easily around the fangs. Unlike the people that wore plastic teeth for Halloween, his voice wasn't muffled at all. In fact, he seemed to sound clearer; obviously speaking this way was more comfortable to him.

"So you're immortal?"

"Of course." Majik smiled sadly, prodding his teeth with his lip. The fangs retracted, and he once again looked like a normal human being. Orphen hadn't noticed it until they went back to normal, but Majik's aqua eyes had lightened with a silver gleam earlier, looking very predatory. Now he looked like an innocent human boy-- But of course, appearances were deceiving.

"So you see, it was a waste for you to go and get your things."

Orphen blinked, raising an eyebrow. "Why?" At Majik's expression, he smirked, though it was a bit more forced than usual. It was a bit unnerving to know his gentle, usually submissive lover was stronger than him, more powerful, wiser... Almost *better*... "I've never had a vampire lover before."

"Oh, I'm sure you have," said Majik. "The Dark Deep is a vampire hangout, you know. I'm sure tons of girls have slept with you... But at least no one's claimed you."

Orphen blinked. "Claimed me? Is that where you guys bite me and leave some sort of mark?"

Majik scoffed, much to his surprise. "We're vampires, not animals, Orphen." No honorary; that was a pleasant first outside of having sex. "We can only have vampire mates, you know... So claiming would mean, if I were to claim *you*, I'd have to turn *you* into a vampire."

The brunette was silent for a few moments, finally grasping Majik's shoulders, half kneeling on the couch as he pulled him closer. "So claim me, then," he said softly.

Unlike the few vampire stories he'd read, Majik didn't outright object. "You'll regret it tomorrow," he said simply, casually. "And if I die, you'll never see me again. You'll be immortal alone."

"I'll die if I stay human anyway," Orphen replied, tightening his grip on the boy. It wasn't just that, he had to admit silently. It was also that... Well... He didn't like the idea of Majik being stronger than him, physically, anyway. It unnerved him. He wasn't even on an equal ground with him there... And anyway, if he changed his mind later, he could deal with it then, right?

Right now, even outside of his hazy trance, he only wanted *Majik*.

The blonde sighed, smilingly faintly as he nodded. Satisfied, Orphen kissed him firmly. He felt a bit of a qualm at first; he had never been rough with Majik before. But the small vampire was obviously true in his beliefs that he could handle whatever Orphen threw at him, and he kissed back with almost animal desperation. Now that he understood, it *excited* Orphen.

He wasn't sure if it had happened in very slow or too-fast motion, but Orphen found his hands pressing Majik close to him. As usual, Majik was very submissive to him. It seemed he didn't have much desire to be dominant, he just wanted *more*.

Which was no longer a problem, of course.

Though a few moments later, Orphen realize that Majik was simply taking over in subtle ways, as he tended to do often. He was shifting deliberately so that Orphen would edge back, until he was half sprawled on the couch with the blonde on top of him, breaking the kiss to catch his breath. With his secret out, Majik didn't bother holding back, breathlessly pressing kisses to and nipping Orphen's throat. His spine tingled from something akin to pleasure and definite anticipation. It was mostly... Unreal.

It especially became strange when Majik actually used more of that inhuman strength to grip Orphen's wrists, holding them still while he experimentally gave back what the young man had given him so many times: sweet, tingling pleasure.

Orphen had never been fully submissive before, and he didn't think he was quite comfortable with the idea. But at the moment Majik seemed to be playing it safe, keeping it down to fierce kisses. It became more comfortable after a while, and Orphen finally relaxed into it.

It grew strange, though, when Majik began to use his sharp teeth. It took Orphen by surprise when Majik took the initiative, slipping his tongue into his mouth, and he encountered the fangs during his own response. His eyes widened slightly, and he tried to tell himself it was nothing, but Majik seemed to enjoy his taste. He scratched him numerous times with the pointed teeth, nipping the soft flesh of his ear, pricking his shoulders, drawing slow lines down his chest while alternately removing the taller youth's clothes. It was frighteningly sensual.

The pain was assuaged for a few moments when Majik would lick the blood clean, washing away the tiny droplets. Orphen didn't begin to grow concerned until Majik continued further downward, not ceasing to bite even his lower abdomen.

Orphen tensed, grasping Majik's hair as the smaller boy unzipped his jeans and slowly slid them off. "Majik, what're you doing?" he tried to demand. It failed to be firm because of the throttle in his voice.

The blonde smiled sweetly at him. His damp fingers idly danced across Orphen's stomach, teasing him and causing his breath to hitch the closer he drew to his hardening erection. "Playing."

"Majik--"

The boy cut him off with another sharp-fanged kiss, his smile almost wicked because of the points that indented his lip. "Don't move, Orphen-san," he murmured, kissing him again and biting him rather harshly before he practically fled the room.

Orphen wasn't sure what to think; he was utterly confused, and he had a funny feeling he knew exactly where Majik was.

His suspicions were confirmed when the boy returned, not bothering to hide the roll of lubricant in his hand. He calmly set it aside on the nearby table, slinking into a comfortable position on top of Orphen. The brunette relented to another passionate kiss, keeping the blonde there a bit longer than necessary. When Majik pulled away, clearly pleased, he said quietly, "I never agreed to fuck you, Majik."

"Don't be crude," replied the vampire, shifting to the side so he could set his hand to play with Orphen again, giggling softly as the taller youth groaned. "And you just haven't agreed *yet*."

'Gee, I wonder what that means?' thought Orphen sarcastically, unable to keep from arching his neck against the armrest of the coach as he gasped again. How was it that Majik's hands were so cold, but his face was flushed at the same time, eyes bright with excitement even as he was undead? It was surreal.

Some of the blinding pleasure faded as Majik drew away from where he wanted to be touched, resuming simple, mild foreplay as he trailed chaste kisses across his chest. It took him a few minutes to realize that Majik had no *intention* of moving back; he was purposefully avoiding it. "What the hell--"

The blonde tipped his head to the side, smiling sweetly beneath dust golden hair. "Yes?"

Orphen tensed as the boy's hand dropped down, tickling the inside of his thighs while never drawing closer to Orphen's penis. It caused the brunette to growl, grabbing the side of Majik's head and forcing him to look up. Had Majik really wanted to resist, no doubt he could have, but he met Orphen's sienna gaze willingly.

"Stop playing around," he hissed.

The look in the wide, sea-green was not innocent. "It's *foreplay*, Orphen-san," was all Majik said, sliding his slick body along Orphen's. The brunette hissed as Majik teasingly nipped his ear, flicking his tongue over the side of it. He would touch him, hold him, kiss him... But he refused to give Orphen any sort of relief. He completely avoided anywhere below the brunette's waist.

Orphen grit his teeth, not afraid of being rough with the boy as he gripped his upper arm hard enough to bruise. He *knew* what Majik wanted, and he *knew* there was no way he would win without saying yes willingly... But Majik was also hard. He had to give in *some* time.

Unfortunately, Majik also seemed to have more patience than him.

The blonde kissed him fully, hands holding either side of Orphen's face as he proceeded to attempt to eat him alive. He was no innocent, nor was he a virgin...

And he was more than one thousand years old.

Orphen groaned into his mouth, starting horribly when sharp teeth cut his lower lip. Majik suckled on the bleeding wound, alternately sending shivers of pain and pleasure through Orphen. Girlishly long, golden lashes brushed Majik's cheeks as he focused on the kiss, clearly not wanting to distract himself.

With his leg intently pressing between Orphen's thighs, then shifting as the vampire quickly moved to stop from pleasuring his human lover in any way there... The brunette finally growled aloud, taking the blonde by surprise as he suddenly kissed back with fervor. It was easy to push Majik away, to quickly retain dominance. He fairly attacked him, tanned hands trailing hungrily over the blonde's body. Majik whimpered, seeming to forget his plans as he arched into the touches.

'And, damnit, he's too beautiful...' Orphen calmed down a bit, drawing the boy up for a gentler kiss. Then he said quietly, "All right."

Majik simply smiled in satisfaction, a very smug smile. Part of Orphen wanted to smack him for being so arrogant, but he *had* been right. Orphen hadn't agreed *yet*, now he had, and Majik was prepared.

The brunette sat back, briefly contemplating the situation. It was always nice to look into Majik's eyes, but there were easier ways. And though the vampire insisted he was ready, and Orphen had agreed to go further, he still refused to do anything too straining.

A smirk replaced his thoughtful frown. He reached down, gently stroking the blonde to make sure he was completely hard and ready. Majik was easily manipulated; he moaned again. Though he had a feminine voice, his tones still tended to drop a bit lower rather than higher the way most girls did. Majik was pretty, Orphen loved that, but he liked being reassured that Majik was a *guy*. He hated delusioning himself on purpose.

Majik blinked in surprise when Orphen said simply, "Turn over." Puzzled but willing, Majik complied. Orphen leaned over to snatch up the tube Majik had so thoughtfully brought down, leaning down over the boy. His firm chest made contact with the shivering muscles of Majik's back, and he looped an arm around him, smirking as he pressed his erection against the boy. He reveled in Majik's gasp, imagining his aqua eyes widening.

"Just don't back out, all right?"

Majik only nodded, glancing over his shoulder to assure Orphen he had no intent of doing so. Satisfied, Orphen leaned back, unscrewing the lid of the tube and squeezing a good amount onto his fingers. His unoccupied hand lazily teased Majik much in the fashion Majik had been teasing him earlier; making simple trails along his body, caressing his soft inner thighs, thoroughly enjoying the shivers and whimpers he got in response.

Orphen's breath hitched as he spread the lubricant over his hard cock. Sparks ignited as his skilled fingers touched himself, and it took him a moment to remind himself he didn't want to let himself off yet, that Majik was still here.

Once he was sure he had a liberal amount spread over himself, he traced the remaining contents over the entrance of the boy on his knees before him. Majik made a strange choking noise and Orphen smirked. Then he bent over the boy, grasping his sharp hips firmly. Nothing was said; nothing but whimpers and gasps were heard as Orphen cautiously slid inside of the blonde vampire.

He could imagine Majik's eyes widening; he *did* see his hands clench below him, and he did hear the soft moan. "Oh, God..."

Orphen resisted from commenting. He waited a moment, not even fully engulfed, before he drew back a bit, exhaling heavily as this time he pushed himself to the hilt. Majik nearly convulsed beneath him, choking as he gasped for air frantically. Sienna eyes softened as Orphen paused again, pushing damp hair from his eyes. "Majik?"

After an elongated pause, he heard a throttled, "... I'm fine..." The response earned a smirk; at least he was still sure of himself. He'd have to give the boy a bit more credit in the future.

It was a slow process, with Orphen thrusting and withdrawing, then always waiting for Majik to somehow assure him he was all right. It was soon clear Majik was becoming impatient; he began to respond physically, pushing back into Orphen rather than waiting for him. Finally, he fairly shrieked, "Damnit, Orphen, stop playing around!"

Orphen blinked, not sure what to think of the outburst. "You swore..."

He could hear the sobs in Majik's voice as the blonde hissed, "Stop treating... Treating me like a child!"

Orphen sighed, closing his eyes briefly. This time there was no warning and now hesitation as he thrust into the boy, earning a well-deserved whimper. The familiar fire was building in the pit of Orphen's stomach again. Thought was drained, emotions slowly taking its place... After all, why think in a situation like this?

Majik didn't put up a considerable struggle, but Orphen still had to hold him still to keep him from moving too much. His breath was coming raggedly, his mouth dry; hair fell in his eyes, strings clutching to his sweat-dampened face. His thrusts became harder, deeper, and the first time he heard Majik scream he knew he'd finally hit his prostrate.

Orphen's hand slid around Majik, firmly pushing the blonde's away from his erection. The tanned youth's grasp was more effective, and all Majik could do was clutch at the material beneath him, inhaling sharply and emitting kittenish cries, choked whimpers that sounded very much like Orphen's name slipping between the outbursts.

Majik suddenly stiffened beneath him, his head falling forward as a muffled groan escaped. In the next instant, hot liquid spilled itself onto Orphen's hand and between his fingers. The brunette automatically switched his grip, clenching his teeth to bite back a moan that sent violent shudders throughout his body. The heat within swelled to an unbearable peak before exploding, washing over him in pleasantly warm waves.

Hands trembling gently, Orphen kept a hold of the blonde's hips long enough to pull out and away, sinking slowly against the other end of the couch as his eyes fluttered shut, lips parted as he panted breathlessly.

He could only watch lazily as Majik hovered over him, hopelessly enthralled with the silver light that tinted the torrents of sea green. He tilted his head back as Majik kissed him, sucking on his lower lip until the wound reopened. Orphen only made the barest sounds of pain, the only sign of discomfort being the slight twitch of his eyebrow.

After a good few seconds of doing that, Majik pulled back and did the strangest thing Orphen had seen him do yet. He pulled his own lip between his teeth, slicing it clean open with a sharp fang. Then he licked at the wound, smiling mysteriously down at the amber-eyed human, leaning forward to kiss him again.

Never had Orphen tasted such blood in a kiss. Occasionally he had tasted blood, a coppery taste that had to be that of another human being. Usually this was when he slept with a more masochistic person, but this was very different. Majik's blood dripped onto his tongue, surprisingly tangy and heady, giving him the oddest feeling of strength yet sleepiness at the same time.

Most likely Majik was kissing him longer than necessary, but Orphen didn't complain. The last thing he saw was the blonde pulling back, tongue darting out to wipe the blood from his mouth as the wound began to slowly heal before Orphen's very eyes. Fascinated, but by then desperately sleepy, he fell into a restless sleep.




Waking up in a new vampire's body was like waking up to a new hangover.

Orphen winced, cracking one eye open before squeezing it shut almost immediately. 'So damn bright...' But it couldn't have been any darker than it was when he fell asleep. He still felt lethargic, as though he'd only gotten a couple hours' sleep.

Then for the first time, he noticed an absence of Majik's presence.

Instantly suspicious, Orphen struggled to sit up, straining his eyes against the brightness of the room. When they finally adjusted, though not enough to stop hurting, he surveyed the room-- He was still in the living room, on the couch where he'd fallen asleep. The scent of recent sex was stronger than usual; was this something to do with turning into a vampire? And where the hell was Majik?

His last question was answered almost instantly as the said boy walked into the room, something held in his hand. He blinked, smiling sweetly at the brunette. "You're awake earlier than I expected."

"How long have I been asleep?" asked Orphen in a bit of a slurred voice.

Majik moved over to where he was half propped up, seating himself on the opposite end of the couch, taking a drink from the child's cup in his hand. "Mmm... I'd say about twelve hours."

Orphen boggled, then flinched as the pain behind his eyes flared up again. "Twelve *hours*?" he sputtered. "It feels like twelve *minutes*!"

The blonde smiled again, finishing his drink and setting the empty cup on the coffee table. Orphen glanced at it, feeling queasy as he glimpsed red stains inside. "Your body isn't finished changing yet," Majik soothed. "It'll be another ten or so hours until you stop feeling so sick. Until then, you shouldn't either eat human food or drink blood."

"Hmm." Orphen groaned, leaning against the couch and covering his eyes with his hand. "So aspiring won't help?"

"No, and I don't have any, anyway." Majik tipped his head to the side. "That, and it's daylight. I'm not going out."

Orphen felt slim fingers on his hand, and he vaguely noted they didn't feel as cold as usual. "So... What're the rules?"
"No rules," said Majik. Orphen finally cracked an eye open when the smaller blonde slid onto his lap; the brunette smirked.

"Already?"

Majik shrugged, aqua eyes glittering with that strange silver light. "It may take your mind off the change."

"Sounds good." Orphen sifted his fingers through the silken gold hair, pulling the boy forward to kiss his forehead chastely. Slanted sienna flickered up, and then widened as his gaze fell upon what looked like a purposefully placed mirror. There was something wrong with his eyes. There was a strange light growing in them, sparking like a young flame... A light very similar to Majik's; silvery and mysterious. He gazed at the boy, questioning.

Majik simply smiled.