Yaoi-Fan-Girling

Gepard’s first stop was the place Seele was last and where the blood was supposed to be. Considering the temperature down here and the fragmentum activity, there was a high chance for him to find at least a few clues. Maybe. Hopefully…

Not thinking about the other option he strode forward, always cautious and on guard, steps sure and never faltering. For a good fifteen minutes or so, nothing but the distant sounds of different creatures could be heard. Their grunts, growls and hisses were no different then on the frontline, so he paid them not much attention. As long as they kept away from him, he would keep away from them. The less he had to battle, the better, lest he drew unwanted attention.

After arriving he looked around, paying extra attention to all the places the blood had gone to, as well as the only wall without the red substance. His gloved hand trailed along a deep mark in the brick work, trying to figure out if it was from a prowler's blade or from Sampos' daggers, when a new sound rang through the deadly silent air. First a sound that was out of this world, strange and yet very familiar, a creature that was born from the coldest depths of the Fragmentum and that fed on the cold climate. Fighting  an Ice Out of Space would put him at too big a disadvantage, so he had to make sure to keep as far away from it as humanly possible. Next his ears picked up the steady sound of hooves hitting stone, which could only mean that a Stormbringer was somewhere nearby. Just remembering that cursed, four legged thing made him shudder. Gepard had beat his fair share of these creatures, but ever since the last one he had developed a certain……dislike towards them. This was also the reason he decided to avoid that one as well.

Returning his focus to the battle marks again, looking close at the depth and width of the slash, he was sure these were from the vampire's weapon. He had seen the criminal’s blades often enough, even close up, not to be mistaken. Looking around again he spotted something strange on the ground, just before the path led upward. It was small enough to be almost unnoticeable, but whatever it was clearly didn’t belong there. By closer inspection it almost looked like a shell of some kind……

Startled by that thought Gepard rushed over and picked it up to take a closer look. The smooth, black surface as well as the remains of some paint would definitely fit the older males' famous bombs. Which means Sampo, without a doubt, had been here. And that he had to escape from whatever had decided to interrupt him. But why would the merchant run even deeper into the abandoned town, knowing fully well what could wait for him there? Even more confused than at the beginning, the bold followed his only hint and took the only path available in that direction.

Hours went by and the captain was still no closer to finding his companion, which brought his frustration to absolute new heights. As a leading figure of the military he had to be patient, analytical. He always had to have a strategy at the ready, no matter the circumstances. But the current situation was really testing all those qualities and not in a good way. Swatting another Flamespawn to the ground while crushing one of its siblings with his gauntlet, Gepard froze the Shadewalkers that tried to impale him from the side, before crushing them with his guitar case. “Curse you Koski. You and your damn vampiric abilities.” was the first way he let go of the mounting tension. Night was fast approaching and he still had no further clue where the fuck Sampo was at. Yes, he knew he had to be here in Rivet Town. But the town was vast enough for a single person to be slightly problematic.

Wiping the sweat from his brow the blond looked around what has to be some kind of marketplace, which means he’s pretty much right in the middle of everything. Straining his ears he could still hear the call of the Ice Out of Space somewhere far behind him, the echos more silent then at the start of his exploration. That was good, it means he had gotten farther away from it instead of getting closer. What had him worried however, was the fact he had lost track of the residing Stormbringer….. Ignoring the pit in his stomach he hefted Earthwork higher on his shoulder and turned towards the steps that would lead to the old and abandoned orphanage, the last place before he would circle back around and head back to Boulder Town. Right before he started his way up tho, something big and heavy whizzed by him, hitting the closest wall and leaving it with a shiny new crumbling dent. Slowly turning around Gepard gasped. 

It was not a random Shadewalker or even some other fragmented monster that lay barely conscious between the fallen brick stones. No no, that would have been way too nice or something. Heaving for breath and bleeding from numerous wounds was none other than Sampo Koski, the idiot he’s been looking for. The mentioned injuries were worrisome, without a doubt, but even more troubling were the unfocused and glazed over RED eyes looking straight in the direction he came from. Keeping the rest of his body still the blond only turned his head and wanted to curse whatever Aeon had it out for them.

With its bow at the ready the Stormbringer stomped closer towards them, visor not leaving the fallen vampire for even a second. 

Gepard could feel sweat start to build up all over his body and slowly run down his back and face. Here he was, a single poor human, standing in between an elite Fragmentum monster and an apex predator. Which was bad on so many levels he didn’t even know where he should start. Right then Sampos mesmerizing eyes snapped to him, pinning him in place with their intensity. Only the sound of a scraping hoof distracted the blue haired male, which could only mean one of two things: either it was simply impatient and irritated OR the Stormbringer saw another prey….. Right now Gepard, unfortunately, tended to the second option. And because that was just his life, said creature changed targets and broke into a run, going straight for the Captain.

Like some kind of sick Deja-vu Gepard put down his case, took the powerful kick and was pushed backwards. Just like last time it didn’t let up from him, relentless in its assault and precise with every elemental attack. But unlike a month ago it was not the  Captain that was tired and wounded, so he put up quite a fight. On the first available chance he summoned a shield for both, him and Sampo, and used the distraction the other created  to twirl Earthwork overhead before bringing it down HARD, to call forth a wave of ice. It slammed into the Stormbringers flank with enough force to slightly unbalance it. 

But it was not enough. Turning around way faster than should be possible with its body mass, the monster kicked out, missing the first time and hitting gold the second. The soldier could only watch as his companions eyes grew wide for a moment before closing tight because he was sent flying again. Clenching his teeth, Gepard ignored the blood he had seen the older spit out once he had git the ground.

He couldn't afford losing focus now.

Meanwhile Sampo had serious trouble breathing, spitting out even more blood and unable to get his trembling legs and arms to properly work. What had started out as nothing more than a little stress relief had escalated horribly and in the worst way possible.

After beating every single Shadewalker that had crossed his path he just wanted to look for a place to sit down again. But just as he put away his daggers, something attracted his attention. Once he had realized that one of the Elites had moved towards him, the fucking Stormbringer no less, he had thrown one of his smoke bombs and booked it out of there. But that thing was absolutely relentless in its pursuit and was always hot on his heels. While he was able to get in some rather good hits, he had never been a heavy hitter. Not like, let’s say, Gepard. Just thinking about the blond made the hunger all the more apparent and almost unbearable. His last meal had been almost a whole week ago, some time before he followed the soldier to that damned outpost, and it showed. His reaction time was way slower than normal and his accuracy was also not quite up to standard.

And now throw in the very plain fact his dearest Captain was down here and the chaos was perfect. 

Every fiber of his vampire instinct wanted to cling tight and drink deep, wanted to enjoy the best thing that ever walked on this planet, while his common sense knew that there was something more important and more dangerous they needed to take care of first. In reality though, there is never going to be anything more important than one Gepard Landau for him.

Finally turning over and pushing up on his arms he risked a single look and was just as transfixed by the Captain's maneuvers and battle prowess as the first time he had seen him. Even with that big and sturdy guitar case of his he was damn agile, and all his military training made him overpower most, if not all, of his opponents. Blocking another kick, he immediately did a three-hit combo with Earthwork, before summoning an icicle out of the ground that impaled one of the Stormbringers hindlegs. Using that chance he now aimed for the frontlegs, but before he could actually strike the creature reared up and stomped back down, pushing the blond back with a gust of wind.

Unable to simply watch, Sampo finally struggled to his feet, a little unsteady and clearly swaying, he did everything in his power to stay standing. He knew he was not much of a help like this, their slight role reversal not really lost on him, but if he could give Gep the one chance, that single perfect moment, he damn well will. Breathing as deep as possible he focused every little wisp of wind, every little breeze on one, single point and waited.

On the other side Gepard had watched as the older had finally made it upright again, before the Stormbringer tried to kick him again. Fed up with this shit he clenched his gauntlet clad hand, the mechanism within gearing up, and grabbed one of the descending legs trying to behead him. In a risky and yet smooth movement he guided its movement past his shoulder and down to the ground, freezing it the second it touched down. Thankfully he stood of to the side, meaning he had time to take a small breather, before running to get behind the beast in the hopes to freeze its other limbs. But the thing with these enemies was that they learned, rather quick at that, so that it knew what Gepard had planned.

Charging an arrow and aiming down it was clear what it wanted to do, but Sampo wouldn’t let it. Using his own wind, he deflected the arrow, making it dissipate and drawing the Stormbringers' attention. And boy was it angry, pulling and thrashing and kicking at the thick coldness in hopes of coming free. But as long as said male had enough energy and determination that would never happen. Of course that was the moment karma came to knock again: turning its upper body it fired again, forsaking power for speed, aiming for the other wind user. Sampo wanted to jump aside, dodge somehow, but his body just wouldn’t move and his wind control was flimsy and weak as it was, so there was no way he could take that one. Just about to give up he heard a very pissed off Silvermane Captain “Hell NO.” and another brilliant  blue ice wall stood between him and that arrow. It was like children throwing pebbles at the walls, only that this wall was way taller and was fed by its creators emotions. Shuddering from the blonds' almost growled words he watched through the ice as said male took out first one knee, then the other. Once down on the ground and all limbs now frozen the Stormbringer tried shooting again, but Geppie was now just faster.

First a solid uppercut, breaking its focus and disorienting it, quickly followed by a heavy two-hit combo from the deepest parts of Gepards heart, actually cracking the visor. Blue eyes were burning with so much rage, Sampo was honestly a little perplexed the blond has not caused a snowstorm yet, or something similar. Even with parts of the ice cracking, it just got renewed and Gepard. Just. Kept. Going.

Minutes ticked by as the merchant just watched his dearest showcase his strength, guilt still heavy in his veins, because he was sure part of this outburst was his fault. So he just stood back, hidden behind this solid wall and let the other pummel the poor, immobilized Stormbringer till it was nothing more than a twitching mountain of unrecognizable flesh. Parts of the broken visor still fell to the ground or stuck to Gepards clothes. With every further punch more blood found its way onto his face and uniform, which made Sampo step out at last. Slowly approaching the younger, he hesitated only briefly before gently touching the fist that was ready to  go again.

Coming back from that little episode was like waking from a dream, everything was slow at first, before reality crashed down on him. Stumbling back a few steps Gepard took a few much needed breaths.

Every breath rattled in his ribcage, adrenalin still pumping through his veins and his fingers still twitching from that absolute beatdown. Looking up at the being that was nothing more than a breathing corpse at this point, he tried to gather enough of his usual bearings to give it a swift end. But….. it just won’t happen.

Oh god, it's been ages since he’s lost control like this. But looking at the older male made it clear that he was also in no shape to put it out of its misery, unless……. Just as he wanted to turn away, the vampire's already weak knees gave out and the only thing keeping him from hitting the unforgiving ground were the humans' fast reflexes. Before he could really go down, Gepard had been there to steady him, bringing him 

so very close to the younger's bloodied face. Oh, the things he wanted to do to him…. From licking every last drop of that monster's blood from his pale and handsome face, up to kissing every inch of it right down to biting down and drinking his fill. So lost in that fantasy he didn’t notice the gentle hand delicately holding his cheek. At least until the words finally registered in his starved mind. “Do you…..need some?”

Blinking, the conman was not sure he heard that right. But Geppie was looking away, meaning that yes, he had indeed heard that right. Even after all this shit that happened, Gepard was still willing to share his blood with him? Apparently he hesitated a moment too long, again, for the other tightened his grip before letting go and shaking his head. “Forget I said anything.” Sampo knew without a doubt, if he denied Gepard again, if he refused once more and let this last chance slip by, there would be no saving for this fragile thing between them anymore. But it were his next words that made something just kind of snap:

“Let’s just get back to Natasha’s. Maybe she knows a volunteer or two willing to help you.”

In all honesty, Gepard was not sure where those hurtful words came from. But now he had said them, unable to take them back and ready to just go home. Not even fully turned he was stopped tho, another gloved hand grasping his, fingers trembling and holding as tight as they could. So he waited, even following the gentle pull backwards and only tensing the slightest bit when the arms he has dreamt about wound around his middle and a mess of blue hit the side of his throat. Swallowing, he tried his best to relax and asked, rather timidly  “Sampo?” Instead of an answer he was pulled closer still, the warmth of the taller body slowly seeping through his uniform and right into the skin hidden underneath. He didn’t know what to do with himself. On one side this was exactly what he wanted, on the other was it strange, something not yet right.

A content sigh escaped the hungry male, more than happy to simply bask in the scent of fresh snow and crispy cold air. He nuzzled closer to the tender skin, finally giving in and giving it a small and featherlight kiss. Then one more. And another. Every little kiss climbed higher and higher, from the side of that delicious throat towards a now brightly flushed ear. There he stopped, giving the outer part a sensual lick in parting and a whisper. “If I feed off of you now Geppie, I will not stop till I have completely and utterly devoured you.” He felt the full body shudder, heard the shy little moan and clung even tighter. Oh, how he wanted. How he needed!  Overwhelmed by his need and hunger he started to pull away, just like the last time. But he obviously underestimated Gepard and his own feelings.

Strong hands held him right where he was, one even going as far as pulling his head back down and carding gently through his hair. “What if I told you that I wouldn’t mind?” Arms twitched and breaths stuttered. Gepard slowly turned his head, searching for those blazing red eyes, giving him a bright if slightly sad smile. “It’s time we stop dancing around this, Sampo. A month without your terrible jokes and pickup lines was way worse than being bitten by you.” That one sentence held so much meaning that it robbed the thief of all oxygen. But the Captain was not finished.

In an unusual bold move the blond wiped some of the still drying blood from his cheeks, licked it up, held onto the taller male's chin and gave him a kiss. Not even waiting he pushed his tongue right into the slack mouth of the other, giving him a taste of the one thing he desired the most at the moment. And that was all it took.

Sampo pulled away, Gepard ready for the reprimand or even worse, only to be turned around and pushed into the closest wall, too close to the still dying Stormbringer. But he had no time to think about this, because the vampire was all over him: first he licked up every little bit of monster blood. Not even the smallest speck was left on his skin, After that came a kiss that carried so much desire, longing and desperation that not even little Geppie would be able to misunderstand it. He may be oblivious to most things, but not when it came to Sampo Koski and what his mere presence did to him. Opening his mouth just that little bit wider, allowing their kiss to deepen. Only the need for air pulled them apart, both panting and still unable to let go.  Only the sounds of the almost corpse broke their moment and Sampo was clearly fed up. He reached for Gepards left hand, pulling it up to his lips and putting a kiss on the back. Not hesitating even a single second, he pulled the white fabric of the glove and turned it upward. Locking eyes with his very generous donor he smirked, showing off his gleaming fangs and enjoying the way bright sapphires were unable to look away. “Just a sip to tide me over so that the good doctor will stop nagging.” Another kiss, soft lips pressing down firmly. “And then I’m kidnapping you to eat you whole.” with that he opened his mouth and bit down into the meaty part of the soldier's palm, taking two deep gulps of that overly delicious blood  he had longed for. After licking it clean, savoring that rich taste, he stepped back and snapped his fingers. With that single movement the Stormbringer was nothing more than another forgotten wind that blew through this tragic stricken town.

It was deep into the night when they reached the clinic, Natasha as well as little Hook already waiting for them. Hook didn’t hesitate a single moment before screaming the conmans name and almost running him over, clinging to his legs in hopes to hide her sniffles. Getting down Sampo profusely apologized to the child clinging to him and doing everything to comfort her. Gepard took this time to give the waiting doctor a rough outline of what had happened, not bothering with the last part. She was Wildfire’s leader for a reason and her gray eyes said more than enough, not even subtle in her quest to look for a bite mark. Yet he didn't say anything, letting her look and question  all she wanted, but not getting any closer to the truth she wanted to know. After about half an hour of this she was satisfied and sent them on their way. “Be careful please.” It was just as meaningful as it was embarrassing, especially when Sampo had the guts to give her a cheeky wink, before actually kidnapping him. The look on her face when the older had simply lifted him before vanishing into the night was absolutely priceless and Serval will definitely come to haunt his ass for this, but he didn’t care at the moment. He just laughed and held on for dear life, loving the feeling of Sampo easily holding him and carrying him around.

In no time they were back at his apartment, one nervous and the other giddy but both filled with anticipation and a need like no other. Once the door was open the tension snapped. When the door closed Sampo was already on him, pushing him back against said door and devouring his mouth like no tomorrow. When he gently licked at his still closed lips begging for entrance he could do nothing but obediently open up. Once that wicked, wet muscle found his own he could do nothing much aside from moan and whimper, pulling him closer and pushing up against that solid body. The next moment his back hit the mattress of his bed, hungry eyes looking him up and down and greedy hands slipping under his clothes to get a feel of his flushed skin. Clearly unhappy with the current setting the same hands that had been all over him left again, the blond only just able to swallow the small whimper. “Hush, sweetheart. We’re just getting started.” 

The air was thick with their combined desire and their need to be closer.

Pushing up on his knees, Sampo pulled off his gloves and maroon jacket, before starting to remove the younger's armor and upper uniform. Every bit of skin got kissed, every muscle licked and worshipped.

From those godly abs, up towards that inviting chest where he just had to kiss and play with those rosy little peaks before kissing his way further up. Pausing at the hammering pulse he just couldn’t help himself. He licked a broad stripe over Gepards neck, kissing up and down, up and down, multiple times. Finally allowed to do what he wanted for so long, he didn’t know where to start. So he chose the most obvious: parting with one last adoring kiss the merchant sat up, licking his lips and groaning at the tempting picture before his eyes. Even if they barely did anything the blond was already a mess: lips red and swollen, cheeks flushed a deep and alluring red and those beautiful blue gems he had for eyes hazy and teary. He looked like the perfect meal, so Sampo decided to dig in.

Pulling the human up as well, he changed their positions and sat the other on his lap, pulling him impossibly close. After both had settled into the most comfortable position they kissed again before Sampo returned to his neck, making him gasp and moan when he sucked on certain parts, sure to leave visible marks that his uniform won’t hide. “S-Sampo!” Said male felt almost drunk on the blond, wanting to be even closer, wanting to possess him, devour him, worship him. Shy hands tugged on his hair, trying to get his attention, Wondering what was the matter he pulled back again, only to be pulled right into that pale throat. “Stop playing with your food.” was the trembling demand and it was way too cute and so damn arousing that he could do nothing but follow. A firm kiss was the only warning before his mouth opened wide and sharp fangs dug deep. “Ah!”

First came pain, but mere seconds later a warmth flowed from the bite directly into his veins. It was a feeling unlike anything else he had ever felt. And the very audible way the older swallowed did not help the hotness slowly traveling down his body. Just as unhelpful were those wandering hands, one on his shoulder keeping him still and the other sliding down his back and right to his ass, kneading into the firm muscle and pushing his growing erection right into Sampo’s own. And Gepard could do nothing but cling tight and, with some encouragement, roll his hips. The movements were shy and jerky, like he had never done this before, which made Sampo pause. Swallowing one last time he let go and licked up every last drop, enjoying the rather loud moan that earned him. “Geppie, be honest. Are you a virgin?” 

Shivering from the other’s warm breath he shook his head. When he entered the military he finally had the opportunity to experiment. But he was always the dominant one on those occasions. Once he was made Captain that admittedly fell short and once he had learned of Sampos vampire nature there was no space for someone else. And if his thoughts had strayed to how it would feel to take said vampire….well. That was for him to know and no one else to find out. BIg hands pulled him down with firmer and smoother moves, grinding their hard cocks against each other causing the most delicious friction. Getting rather desperate he wanted to get rid of that revealing, tight shirt the other wore, but got way too easily distracted by the continued grinding till a familiar warmth and tension built right at his navel and he tried to warn the other. “W-Wait! Sampo, i-if you keep going like that-” another firm move interrupted him, bringing him dangerously close to the edge. “Go on. Come.” One last roll of their hips and he came with a high pitched mewl Sampo would treasure forever. That sound was his. and his alone.

Catching the slumping body he gave him a few gentle pats, waiting for him to catch his breath only to see him pouting. And that just won’t do.”What’s wrong darling?” was the tender question. Only to be caught off guard when the soldier just pouted even harder and then buried his flaming face into his shoulder, making him chuckle and coo softly. “Are you embarrassed, Geppie?” By the Aeon's will, he could not understand the mumbled answer. So he slid one hand into those soft blond locks and tugged him away, forcing eye contact. “I asked you something sweetie.” Fidgety fingers toyed with his shirt, tugging on the fabric but not trying to remove it., when he got the quiet answer. “Not embarrassed. But it’s unfair. I want… to touch you too.” Oh this precious man is going to be the death of him. Nimble hands made short work of the dark fabric, pulling the nervous hands first to his lips to give them a kiss and quick nibble, before pressing them firmly against his own chest. “Then touch all you want. I’m all yours.”

The touch was featherlight, almost ticklish, but growing more sure and firmer with every passing second. And they really explored every nook and cranny they were offered, only interrupted by Gepard's own squirming. Quickly catching on, Sampo licked his lips and gave the bite on his neck a slow and tender lick, while his warm hands slid down his body, squeezing that wondrous bottom earning another beautiful sound he couldn’t get enough of. Careful not to scare him he pushed the blond back into the sheets, gleaming eyes locked on their blue counterparts. Slowly, oh so slowly, he went for the belt and zipper, deliberately pressing down on the wet spot right in front of those pristine white pants, causing the other to thrust up and whimper. Not one to leave his partner yearning for long he kissed and bit his path down that well built body, leaving burning marks the whole way down, while slowly pulling the pants and underwear down. Gepard was flushed beyond words, yet lifted his hips unprompted, earning some more kisses in thanks. He’s never been body shy, well aware of his looks, but the vampire's gaze made him want to hide, especially with the sticky mess still clinging to his thighs and slowly reawakening cock. BUt when his hands actually went to obscure the sight, they were snatched away with a firm “Ah-ah, no hiding.” and pinned to the mattress. Giving the new freedom to look all he wanted, the blue haired male made the best of it. He watched as goosebumps grew and that trained abdomen tensed and relaxed in equal measures. It was only when pale thighs wanted to close that he slid right in between, preventing them from doing so. Then he changed his grip on the scared hands he held captive to only one hand of his own, leaving one free to wander to his heart's content. 

Pulling one slender leg further up he could feel his dear soldier start to tense up. “”What are you-” was what the younger started with, but ended in a rather undignified shout when a certain wet muscle started to lick up the traces of his earlier release, not caring what he thought about it. And then he had the audacity to laugh at him right before biting into his thigh, making him shout again. Wanting to keep it at least a little bin down he turned his face away and bit down onto the sheets, soaking them in record time with his spit and sweat. And just when he thought he would be shown mercy, another bite was made. It was deeper than the first and on his other thigh, as if daring him to keep this shit up, which he did, just out of spite. But the longer he muffled himself, the harsher the bites got, until everything was an intoxicating mix of pain and mind numbing pleasure. The bite that finally made him give in was the one closest to his groin. It was by far the deepest, only second to the first one on his neck, and the most painful. Painful enough even to make tears bead at the corners of his clouded eyes, making Sampo pause. But Gepard wouldn’t have it, letting go of the sheets and opening his legs wide in invitation. And that display of trust and submission would be enough to make anyone weak.

Pulling the shorter male close at the hips he pushed his straining, hard bulge right against that soft looking opening, groaning deep in his chest when another sweet little moan answered him. Unable to keep himself in check he did again and again, pushing firmer and firmer with every rolling motion and he would have been able to cum just like that had Gepard not stopped him. “N-Nooooo. Want you inside. P-Please!” 

And who was Sampo to refuse such an earnest request? Flipping the poor Captain onto his belly he pulled him up by the hips, the blond automatically going on all fours and spreading his raw bitten legs as far as they would go. Taking that as another invitation Sampo dug right in, kissing both jiggling cheeks before licking a wet stripe right over that winking entrance relishing in the cute little squeak that he got as thanks. 

Repeating that two more time he pushed his tongue in as far as it would go, causing the beautiful hole to tighten up in hopes of keeping the wet appendage inside. BUt it was of no use as the conman pulled back with another deep groan and slightly breathless chuckle. Looking along that absolute perfect specimen of a man he had one last deep rooted desire before he took the younger absolutely apart. “Hey darling, won’t you help me get sufficiently wet?” was whispered into still flaming ears. Teary blue gems looked at him before closing tight when he did another slow but firm grind.

After rearranging themself again the criminal couldn’t believe his luck. Never would he have thought to ever see the day Gepard Landau, his favorite and most precious human, would ever be in this position: Legs spread wide and ass right in front of his face while going down on him in return. And dear Elation did it feel fantastic. His mouth was warm and wet, hollowing his cheeks with every upward suck and swirling his tongue over his sensitive tip. This is what heaven must feel like, he was sure.

Not forgetting the purpose of this whole thing, he went back to the task at hand, having successfully found the well used lube the blond absolute refused to talk about.

Putting a generous amount of the slick substance on his fingers, he slowly circled the tightly furled opening, before carefully pushing a single digit inside and pulling and pushing before going for another.

He took his time with the prep, not wanting to hurt the younger in a way he would enjoy, even if the enthusiastic sucking was getting really distracting. Three fingers in and he had sweat running down his temple. Pushing all three digits in deep he crooked them upwards, hitting a special spot head on and earning him the sweetest sounding moan so far. He did that another two times, always with the same result, before slowly pulling out and turning the other over again.

Getting rid of his own pants and underwear he positioned himself right at that wet and waiting entrance, looking deep into those sapphires he loved so dearly. “Ready?” Instead of giving a verbal answer, the Captain simply wound his arms around those broad shoulders and held on for dear life. Taking that as his cue, Sampo slathered his painful erection in lube and slowly slid into that tight heat. And what a feeling that was. All that stretching and teasing made for a smooth and easy glide, the thief sliding in with one single thrust. Having that tightness around his most sensitive part, coupled with Gepards low and deep moans and mewls drove him insane. And even if he wanted to give his dearest a chance to adjust to the intrusion, he just couldn’t.

Slowly pulling out almost all the way, he waited a second, before thrusting back inside. Everytime he would go as far as he could, gaining speed and changing the angle until- “AH!” There it was.

Grunting with the effort, he rolled his sweetheart onto his side, putting one leg over his shoulder and gaining more leverage, which made thrusting harder way easier. He could see that the poor blond was close again, so he decided to help him along and give him the best orgasm of his life. Knowing that said blond seemed to have a kink for his bites, this would be the most mind blowing thing to happen to him.

Leaning over him, pushing his leg as far as it would go, he put all his strength in his thrust, the sound of skin slapping against skin so very loud in the stuffy room. Kissing along the already bruising throat Sampo listened to the sore screams of his love, taking in every moan, groan, mewl and whimper and committed it to memory. When he felt the shorter male start to tighten around him and his screams getting just that much louder, he opened wide again. And just as the other crested, he dug his fangs in deep and took another gulp of that addictive liquid drug, now even sweeter with his orgasm. Not too far behind he gave another two or three deep thrusts, before spilling himself deep inside with a dark and rumbling growl.

Basking in the afterglow he pulled slowly out, trying not to push the younger into overstimulation, which was hopeless from the very beginning. Body absolute boneless Gepard just fell back, panting and sweat starting to cool on his still heated skin, unable to do anything put whimper at the feeling of the vampire’s spent slowly oozing out of him.

Eyes that had finally gone back to their jade color watched for one predatory minute as his own cum spilled out of that well fucked hole, before snapping out of it and grabbing a lukewarm, wet towel from the bathroom to wipe them down with. It won't get rid of everything, a bath or shower necessary come morning, but for now it was enough. Once as clean as he would get them, he pulled the dozing blond to the side that looked the cleanest and kept him close. Grabbing the blanket he tugged them in, nuzzling close and returning the sweet kiss he was offered.

They still had things to talk about, sure. But that could wait until morning, maybe even after breakfast.

Maybe even after he got one more bite of that divine taste.

No one knew what happened between Belobogs most famous criminal and their righteous Silvermane Captain and no one asked. Everyone felt a strange new tension between both males, seldom as one could see both of them together. 

Just weeks ago you could hear the soldier screaming for Koski to stop at least once a day, or at the very least once or twice a week. Now you can’t even hear the con-artists annoying cackling anymore. There were no more high speed chases through the frozen streets, no more laughing and no more jokes echoing through the Underworld.  Long story short? It was booooooring.

Sampo sat atop a forgotten and crumbling house in the Underworld, somewhere close to the Fragmentum when memory serves right. But he didn’t really care at the moment, because his thoughts were somewhere far away, stumbling and rattling, crashing and screaming. There was a storm in his head that refused to be soothed, words from not too long ago always coming back to haunt his consciousness.

“Had I known this would be the outcome-”

“Should have taken Serval’s word for your well being.”

“I’m nothing special, just one of many.”

“First I fall hopelessly for the bloodsucking scammer-”

Emerald eyes squeezed shut at that one, chest throbbing.

“-hoping for something more. Only to get those hopes cruelly crushed.”

`I’m the worst.´ is the only thing he could say to himself. Natasha had taken one look at him, opened her mouth only to swallow her questions. He doesn’t know how he looked when he finally stumbled into her clinic that day, but it must have been…….something. The doctor was never shy with her opinion, so it was curious to see her holding back like this. She gently pulled him along into an empty room and simply sat him down without saying anything. The next thing he knew was her crouching in front of him and his very blurry sight. He had cried. But instead of sobbing, like Gepard had done, he had repeated that cursed whisper.

“How about we just go back to the beginning?”

He remembers her concerned look, remembers himself finally cracking and saying “I don’t want the beginning, Nat.” If he’s honest, like actually really honest, he could not imagine going back. Because that would mean truly running away, without their friendly words and their simple banter that was often the absolute highlight of his day. It would mean no more fleeting touches, no more flirting.

Yes, they wouldn’t have almost died, Gepard wouldn’t even know of his true nature. But that also meant he would have never known the blonde's taste, never held him close, never soothed his tears….

Another frustrated sound escaped him. After that thing with Natasha he just couldn’t keep his usually perfect mask in place, irritation burning in his veins at his own inability to make a fucking move.

The ever present thirst, that burning hunger, didn’t help either. But instead of seeking out the next best person he came across, he endured. Aside from the fact that they never satisfied him anyways, the Captain's words came back to haunt him. If he only knew he was more than just special, that he was fucking EVERYTHING.

Shaking his head he finally got up, listening to the sounds of the monsters that were starting to crawl out of their holes. He looked around, deciding to let off some steam. So he jumped down from his perch and right into the middle of some shadewalkers. “Sorry guys, it’s nothing personal.” Grinning like a madman he pulled out his daggers, attached them at their handles  and let them fly.

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For Gepard the days swam together, always the same. 

He got up at dawn, did a short workout, ate something simple for breakfast and went to work.

He did his patrols, did his paperwork, fought off waves of monsters, and kept the city safe. And no matter what he told himself, he still looked around in the hopes to catch a glimpse of a certain blue haired con-artist. It was the same, every day, just like before Sampo grew to be the most famous and cunning criminal Belobog had ever seen. Just the thought made Gepard smile, remembering quite a few of their first interactions and the resulting chases. It was the first time the blond felt any kind of thrill during his tiring work, the first time something other than monsters and snow and Madame Cocolia got him up and running.

Sighing he lent back in his seat, trying to gather his thoughts so he could finish those damned reports and patrol routes. He ignored the fact that said reports should have been finished hours ago and that it was already dark outside, not daring to look at the clock on his wall. Grasping his pen he put all his focus into the task at hand, pushing all thoughts of blue hair with white tips, sharp fangs and beautiful emerald eyes to the very back of his mind. Later, he will inevitably think about the older male. But later was not now, no matter what he wanted.

Shifting papers, silent murmurs and the scraping of the pen were the only sounds in the room, until there was a light, hesitant knock on his door. Ever since his little escape no had bothered him, Bronya had even sincerely apologized to him. It had been awkward, but they got through this, somehow. So having a visitor this late was not only unexpected but also strange on many different  levels and could mean just as many different things. Setting the pen aside he sat up straight and bid the other person inside. “Come in.”

To his surprise it was not Pela or even Bronya or one of his soldiers that stepped inside. Instead there stood a very worried looking Underworld doctor, seemingly nervous to stand in front of him. “Miss Natasha! What can I do for you at this late hour?” Said woman tried to give him a little smile for his greeting, but it was strained and fell away soon enough. Steeling herself she slowly walked up to his desk and took the offered seat on the other side. Taking just another second she slowly started to talk and Gepard didn’t like where this was going just from the first few words. “I don’t know what happened between you and Sampo. And I know it’s none of my business either, but……” A single breath and she tried again. “After whatever happened a couple days ago, he was not quite himself. He tried to put up a mask, to be his usual goofy, foolish self. But even little Hook noticed that something was wrong.” Clenching hands started to fidget and pick at the seam of her blue dress. “He…..looked distracted. Lost. And everytime he was up here, in the Overworld, he would look around as if searching for something. Or….someone.” She got more and more quiet with every word she said, but Gepard still heard everything.

He wanted to tell her to get to the point and leave. But something told him that this was important for him to hear, that it was more than just a necessity. Clenching his own hands, he ignored her way too knowing gaze and motioned for her to continue. “He thought we wouldn’t notice or see. But it was obvious to everyone of Wildfire. Today, when I tried to talk to him, he said he needed a bit of time to himself. But instead of heading in the direction of one of his hideouts, or even one of Wildfires, he went opposite.” 

Doing a quick calculation left Gepard a little wide eyed. “Miss Natasha, the only opposite direction would be Rivet Town.”  And the Fragmentum was left unsaid between them. Swallowing the creeping unease, he asked if there was any reason for the doctor to seek him out if the other simply wanted time to himself. It was not that uncommon after all. So what she said next made his blood freeze.

“I’ve sent Seele out to look for him. But she couldn’t find him anywhere, not even a single trace.”  Her purple eyes locked with his blue ones, telling him there was something else. “What she DID find however, were countless, slowly fading fragmented monsters and blood. But even she couldn’t say if it was from the slayed monsters or our missing little criminal.” So many different scenarios went through his head, one worse than the other. And no matter how hard or often he told himself that the vampire could look after himself, his fragile heart demanded he take action. His trained mind already goes through the most likely route Sampo took and tries to think of places he would favor along that one. But still…… “Why come to me specifically? Wildfire always takes care of its own. So why come to me, the Captain of the Silvermanes?” A moment of silence took place, in which Natasha looked at the other with big eyes.

Yes, she has heard stories of the Captain, has heard the name Gepard Landau more often than not, especially after the reconnection. Hell, she had already seen him in action when the Silvermanes were sent down to help with the fragmented monsters. Yet she was still surprised by his quick uptake and fast working mind. `I have to agree with you Sampo. This man is truly remarkable and therefor dangerous.´

Most of the stories were told by Sampo, but she always thought he was exaggerating because of his infatuation with said blond. Now she could see that he did, in fact, not. Shaking off her sudden stupor the raven had sat up straight and locked eyes again. “That may be, but both of us know that Sampo Koski is a rather special case. No one has ever come so close to catching him then you.” An ugly snort escaped against his will and even his voice took on a rather bitter note. “Miss Natasha, do you know when I actually last saw Sampo? In person I mean?” He gave his guest a second to think and only answered when she shook her head. “A good month ago, after that disastrous mission outside the gates.” To say that the doctor looked shocked was an understatement . She opened and closed her mouth multiple times before she found the right words. “But he would always stroll to the Overworld, doing assignments and doing business for us. He even talked like he did everytime he was with you.” Another stab at is poor heart and another bitter smile. “Oh, he was there and he did business. But every chase was led by my men, not myself.” At that she looked just as confused as him at that time and a little unsure. “I don’t quite follow, Captain Gepard.”

Leaning back again he looked sadly down at his desk while answering. “Every time I got involved in the investigations or the pursuit, he would simply vanish.” Right there he looked up again. “Just like he did with Miss Seele.” The following silence was thick and uncomfortable, yes almost unbearable, so the young soldier decided to break it. For both their sakes. “You said he left today. How long ago was that exactly?”

She thought back to their very short talk and the time. Keeping in mind she had patients she had to tend to, she had tried early enough not to disturb them, but too early for Sampo to come to her clinic. “If I’m not mistaken it must have been around eight in the morning. Maybe a little earlier or later.”

Thinking this over, Gepard came to one conclusion.

Seeing that it was one whole day, Sampo still had to be in the area, because if he weren’t, somebody would have seen him. Namely Seele in her own search for him. The more concerning thing was the blood though. If it was from the monsters everything should be fine. But if it was, indeed, Sampo’s…… He could either  succumb to his wounds or, which is more likely, go on a rampage to feed on something. Biting down on his lower lip he took an educated guess. “I have one last question, Miss Natasha. Do you know if Sampo has fed in the last 48 hours?”  Her eyes went from wide to narrow in split seconds and he could see that she had questions of her own, but time was of essence, which she knew all too well. Sighing she shook her head. “If he did, I have no knowledge of it. The last time I actually saw him feeding was maybe a week ago.” Damn it.

Finally looking at the clock he was shocked to see that it was already way past midnight.

Turning back to the Underworld woman he came to a decision. 

Even if the older will not come to him, even if it still hurts, he will NOT let him die or go out of control or similar bullshit. Eyes burning with determination , he knew what he had to do.

“I will go look for clues or traces first thing in the morning, Miss Natasha.” Her shoulders visibly relaxed in relief and her smile looked a little more genuine too. After she thanked him he offered her one of the Silvermanes roomes for the night, which she declined. “My patients are relying on me, Captain. And I can’t keep them waiting.”  Nodding in understanding he showed her out the door and thought about everything he needed to tell the Supreme Guardian, as she was still the one who needed to give him the green light for this little mission. Deciding to go home as well, Gepard didn’t know just what surprises laid ahead of him, even if that is always the norm when dealing with the con-artist.

Sleep refused to come that night, or rather morning. All kinds of scenarios went through his mind and just as many ways this could go south. Was Sampo still in Rivet Town or was Gepard mistaken? If he was, was he still conscious or passed out? What was his mental state? And how bad was his hunger?......

So many questions, and no way to answer them yet. Sighing he tossed and turned in bed till the first rays of dawn fell through his window. 

Not wasting even a single moment, he changed in record time, pushed something edible down his throat followed by some coffee and was on his way to Qlipoth Fort. Once there he made for the Supreme Guardian's office, knocking twice and only stepping inside when told to. Bronya looked like the first thing she wanted to do was apologize again, but he shook his head. One apology was more than enough and besides, there was something more important at the moment than his own comfort. He told his superior everything Natasha told him yesterday and what his plans were. The only detail he withheld from her was the fact that Sampo was a vampire. There was no need for her to know that bit, in his humble opinion.

(It had absolutely nothing to do with the fact he wanted to remain as one of very few who knew. Nope.)

Bronya hummed, then looked the Captain straight in the eyes and was met with nothing but deep rooted worry and absolute determination. He may have tried to hide the first one, but the young Guardian had long since noticed that the Landau child was different when the thief came into play. And remembering the last few days and weeks, her decision was easy enough. With a smile she gave her approval and official order. Gepard thanked her from the bottom of his heart and was already turning when she stopped him. 

“Please take care out there Gepard. And please, for the love of Preservation, don’t do anything rash.” 

Her words were calm, but her gray eyes spoke a whole other story, which made him smile in return.

“Don’t worry Bronya. I will return without any major injuries.” was all he said before he finally made his way out again. The use of her name instead of her title was intentional, she knew, and couldn’t keep the happy little smile from her lips. Everything was going to be ok, she just knew it.

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The way to the Underworld was a short one and most of the underworlders have stopped glaring at him or his guards, which was a very big step for everyone. Getting sidetracked again he shook his head and made a quick stop in Boulder Town and its resident doctor, just to let her know he was keeping his word. Maybe that way she could relax, at least a little bit. On his way inside he saw a little girl with blond hair looking at him. She looked quite familiar, now that he thought about it. And then he remembered that Sampo often talked about a temperamental girl that perfectly fit the one currently staring at him. Stepping inside he told himself to keep an eye out before leaving.

Unsurprisingly, Natasha was busy with a new patient. But the moment she saw him one of the other nurses took over so she could talk to him. After a quick greeting he told her exactly what he was going to do, where he was planning to go and when he thought he would be back. The last one was an important precaution in case something did go wrong.”If I have not returned or at least contacted you before dawn, sent Miss Seele to Bronya. She will know what to do.” Natasha looked unconvinced, before remembering who she was talking to and just nodded.  After a few more words he left the clinic and was not the slightest bit surprised to be ambushed by the same girl he saw earlier. Giving her a gentle smile he knelt down to be on eyelevel with her. “You are Miss Hook, right? Is there something I can do for you?” Instead of her boisterous correction, as the vampire often told him, the girl looked at the ground and shuffled her feet. This was quite unusual for her, if Sampo’s tales are to be believed. Before he could ask again tho she spoke up. “Are you going to look for Mister Sampo?” Gepard couldn’t help but smile even brighter at her.

“I am.” was his simple answer. But instead of some more questions, there was sudden sniffling and little Hook tried to wipe her tears away with all her might, insistent not to let him see her cry. That went on for no more than two minutes before she calmed down again and locked eyes with him, small hands clenched tight in  her yellow scarf. “Please bring him back.” was all she said. Standing straight again he gave her a gentle pat on her hat and another smile before answering with an assuring “Don’t worry, I will.”

Come what may, he would make sure to bring that idiot home again.

Almost two weeks passed since that “incident” in his apartment and not even a single word from the one involved. It was as if said male was….. avoiding him, which made something in his chest hurt. HIs actual wound healed nicely, almost completely gone now, and Gepard was FINALLY allowed to start work again. Even if it were just light tasks for now, it was way better than sitting alone in his home and wallowing in missed opportunities and missing a certain blue haired scammer. 

Being back on patrol gave him the time to think about whatever has happened there. Yes, Sampo had been a little forceful, but he had not hurt him, not even once! Neither his hand that pinned his own, nor the one that had been around his thigh had caused him any  pain. So why did he suddenly keep his distance? And it didn’t help that he always saw flashes of blue and green in the shadows of the alleyways or just around the corners of the buildings. The first few times he tried to chase these flashes, only to come up with nothing, no footprints, no traces. Nothing. Just like always when it comes to Sampo.

So he gave up after the fifth  time this happened. It was unusual for him, yes even unheard of, but he just couldn’t keep this up. For once in his young life, he couldn’t take the feeling that welled up inside him: something sharp and yet hollow, something that borrowed deep and refused to let go again. It suspiciously felt like a rejection…..

Lost in his tumultuous thoughts the blond just walked ahead, knowing that his fellow soldiers  were under strict orders from Bronya to keep a close eye on him. Ridiculous in his opinion, but his men took pride in this opportunity and were even more vigilant than usual, so he let them be. It was even quite amusing on some days if he was honest. A spark from the right caught his attention, somewhere right between two buildings of the Administrative District. It was the same as all the other times, the feelings of eyes that followed his every movement only noticeable due to their unique color. Clenching his fists he swallowed the impulse to turn completely and looked straight ahead. If the criminal wanted someone to play with he would have to look for someone else, because Gepard had thought they had left these little games behind after all these years. `Guess I was the only one….´ Ignoring the disappointment he shook his head and just kept marching forward, not even the lively chatter  and jokes of his soldiers able to quell the creeping loneliness and that feeling that he had done something wrong.

Hidden in the shadows the lean figure of Sampo Koski lent against the cold brick wall, his head hitting it with an audible thud. In all of his years he had been many things, yet he never knew himself to be such a coward. He has learned to be almost anything he needed to be, did everything just to blend in, only to falter when it comes to one very pretty Captain of a hopeless and icy planet.

After his absolute loss of control he was afraid of facing the blond again. Too deep sat his shame and too real the chance of it happening again. Not even locking himself away in one of his more secluded hideouts had doused the flame Gepard had lit inside him. And just like the first time, he couldn’t forget what he felt like: solid muscles and soft skin, all so very warm to the touch. The rich and fulfilling taste of his red flowing ambrosia, not to mention all the sounds…. Groaning at the memories, Sampo looked one last time around the corner, guilt eating at his rather dubious consciousness. He may be a vampire and a Masked Fool, but he was neither blind nor stupid, thank you very much. He saw the longing gazes, that brief glimmer of hope when he was spotted, as well as the disappointment and frustration everytime the younger found nothing but a deadend. But no matter how much he loved the attention and their regular cat-and-mouse game, he refused to be the cause of any kind of pain for the captain. `Oh, what hypocrisy. You don’t want to hurt your precious little human, but what about the pain you see in his beautiful eyes everytime you run away?´ Ignoring the annoying little voice in his head, he stepped away from the wall and went in the opposite direction of the guards. There are still deals to be made and people to scam after all.

Walking away he still tried to tell himself that it was for the better, no matter what his instincts and his poor heart were telling him.

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Another two weeks went by without even a single interaction between them. Sure, Sampo was still very active in his business, still leading them on and fooling them, but even his men had noticed that something was different. While the usual patrol would at least catch a glimpse of the merchant, there was not even a single trace of him when their captain was even remotely close to the area. But no one was brave enough to actually ask about it, not even Dunn or Serval.

It’s not like they haven’t tried, because they did. But Gepard’s reaction had been….. a little far to the negative side of things. To say the least. Dunn refused to talk about what happened, his eyes slightly haunted, scaring the rest of the force. And the older Landau was simply shot down before she could even properly ask. `Everything’s ok Sis.´ or  `Nothing happened Serval.´ It irked her to no end, but if she tried to force an answer her little brother would simply shut down, which would be counterproductive. So the only choice was finding the one responsible, which was no less difficult. So the older blond just kept on watching, mumbling something about stubborn idiots with a wide variety of curses. 

This damned charade kept going and going, slowly driving both parties mad and insane:

Gepard, the ever steadfast and unbreakable shield of Belobog, the esteemed Captain of the Silvermane Guards, grew restless and cold. He was still polite and professional, as was expected of him, but there was less light in his eyes and he was visibly exhausted from days upon days of neverending work.

Sampo, self proclaimed merchant, professional scammer and unofficial member of Wildfire had trouble containing his bloodlust. If a deal went south he drew more blood then a few weeks ago and his thirst could not be quenched, no matter how much water, wine or blood he drank. The blood of the faceless strangers smelled disgusting and tasted even worse, he was not as careful and not nearly as gentle.

But while the Captain was kept in the dark, the vampire knew exactly what was going on, having informants in the fort and in the guards and all that. And that made his guilt and worry grow. The worst days were the one the younger returned from the snowplains and the frontline: obviously exhausted, no surprises there. But ever since returning to duty he got hurt more often than before. And everytime he would look around, as if looking for someone, only to shake his head and march off to the medics. 

You don’t have to be a genius to figure out what’s going on, yet the blue haired male did not reciprocate.

He would watch the wounds bleed, would follow the blood's path greedily with burning eyes, but would not approach. Close, yet ever out of reach.

A whole month after everything, another return from the endless battle that still raged outside of Belobogs safe walls and Gepard had enough. He was tired, frustrated, sad, confused and so much more, slowly drowning in the monotony of his duty and of blaming himself, fed up with all the questions everybody was asking him. Yes, he knew that Bronya, Pela and Serval were merely worried for his well being. But that didn’t mean he had to like their attempt of meddling in his personal affairs. Just after another bout of questioning from said females, Serval still screaming for him to `Wait a second Geppie!´, he just stormed off into the cold waiting outside the fort. No matter how gentle the questions were asked, they were getting rather intrusive, even if the Supreme Guardian herself was the one to ask. And he made that fact known:

“That is a very private thing to ask, Madame Guardian.” He knew that his tone was not really appropriate, but there are still some limits, especially after the whole thing with Cocolia.

Pissed beyond most reason, Gepard just kept on walking without any destination in mind. The crisp and cold air bit into his face and the still falling snow started to obscure his vision, yet he still kept going, wanting to be away from everything, if just for an hour or so. And so his trained legs took him to one of the Silvermane camps just outside of Belobog, not quite on the frontlines but also not quite in the safezone. Another plus was the fact that there was almost no one there and that his presence was nothing unusual either.

Exhausted, the blond sat down on the first space available, not caring that the snow would slowly soak through his uniform pants and even the thermal wear underneath. Leaning forward he put his elbows on his knees and just……breathed. For this short moment he just wanted to exist in the quiet that surrounded him, for once not bothering to put up the facade of the ever perfect Captain. One deep breath, two deep breaths, three, four, five….. In and out, in and out. Again and again and again. He ignored anything around him for the moment, even the light crystals starting to crawl up his boots as well as the white mist he started to breathe out. He was an ice user, his shields the most solid ice one could find on this planet, and he was used to the cold anyway. 

The blond didn’t know for how long he just sat there, did not really care about it either, just that it was long enough for a light sheen of frost to cover his hair and parts of his uniform. Sighing he finally sat up straight, frost flaking off of him, aware that there was another presence in his vicinity. He knew that looking around was unnecessary, for the one hidden in the shadows would not step out of them, so he didn’t even try. Still…… Those eyes bore into him, rekindling the irritation he wanted to leave behind in the first place.

“Not out scamming innocents today, Koski?” was the first thing out of his mouth. Sure, it wasn’t even close to what he truly wanted to say to the other male. But he was just so done with this shit. And, like every other time nothing came back, even after another few minutes. Snorting at his own desperation he looked up into the gloomy sky, ignoring the single wet trail that slid down his cheek. “You were oh so worried for me just weeks ago. And now? Now you wouldn’t even approach me.”  The last part was whispered, yet rang unbearably loud in the stillness around him. Another sigh and  the blond simply deflated. He was angry, he was frustrated, he wanted to see Sampo, banter with him, laugh at his stupid antics. But most obvious: he was just bone deep exhausted. So his brain started to shut down, only leaving him with all of his raw emotions and no filter. “Had I known this would be the outcome, I wouldn’t have asked you to visit me that day. I should have taken Serval's word for your well being, instead of following the selfish urge to see for myself.”  The following chuckle sounded hollow and carried an unhealthy amount of self-loathing.

Unseen in the shadows the vampire clenched his fist and his teeth, trying to keep in control and not to fall on his knees before this beauty of a human and beg for forgiveness. Sampo knew that Gepard rarely wanted for anything, being raised in one of the biggest and well known noble houses of Belobog one reason and being unbelievingly duty bound another. He knew enough about the Landau siblings' circumstances to realize he had said that last part deliberately, which tugged on his heartstrings. But what the other said next pulled the rug out under his feet. “Not even that new little tic you found so amusing comforts me anymore. I’m not the only one after all, am I? Nothing special, just one of many to fall for Sampo Koskis many charms.” Another little laugh, even more bitter than the last and slightly choked. 

“Just one of many-” echoed in his head and left him frozen in place. Was that truly what the blonde thought?  `Of course. You have done nothing to prove him wrong after all.´  Sampo really, really started to dislike his own inner voice…. As well as the sound of Gepard’s soft sobs. And yet he still didn’t move, leaving his beloved soldier alone with his despair. He waited till the sobbing turned into gentle sniffing and turned around to finally leave, again, only to stop at the others final words. “I’m so fucking pathetic. First I fall hopelessly for the bloodsucking scammer, hoping for something more only to get those hopes cruelly crushed. And then I start to talk to myself.”

Wiping the remaining tears from his cheeks Gepard stood, waited just another second, the last glimmer of hope dying in his chest and went on his way home. This night, he would wallow in his misery and embrace the pain of the blatant rejection. He…..didn’t know what he was hoping for. But whatever it was: it had to be something more than this damned silence. It hurts so deep, even worse than the injury that had started all this. Remembering their closeness of that day almost made him cry again. He wanted to claw the skin open again, wanted to see if that would change something. But he was a grown man, he would NOT go down that very dark path and he could take Sampo’s decision with dignity. SO he took one step after another and hoped that his final whisper was not heard at the end.

“How about we just go back to the beginning? Back to just being a criminal and a captain? Would you talk to me then?”

Again, no answer.