Thread: In the Scarlet Eyes of the Beholder (Tasinga Nightwolf x Viktoff Samson)

Watching Shiki begin the mountain of vocal release that he was previously commanded to divulge, Kaname let his eyebrows lift slightly as he heard the boy out. Surely, if the others heard him disrespecting Kaname this way, they'd be hard on him. However, the pureblood was unsure of how to address the first sentence. It was out of place, Kaname was only ever stern with him over Dorm issues. A domineering and controlling, socially active pureblood surely would have been more difficult to deal with while Shiki tried to deal with his own problems and get through school work. That simply had to be the case, so Kaname was initially confused on how to take that first sentence. Distant, he certainly was distant, but he was like that with everyone. Including Takuma, at times. Even though the duo had been companions for a decade now, Kaname kept himself brief with even that well-meaning blonde. And then the father issues came up, and those were somewhat expected. Though Kaname had never been in that position, he could at least afford Shiki his sympathies. That is, if he deserved them. Moping around in silence and holding Kaname to blame was quite the odd position to hold, and the older vampire was still mulling over how to take these forced admissions as Shiki finished. If the order of events continued on as it seemed fate would have it, before Kaname's one-man intervention, then Shiki would have much more time to work out his problems and work over what he'd have to say with a clearer head. No man with a heart could force these words out and then punish the victim, and while Kaname was distant and cold, he did regret putting Shiki in such a vulnerable position. While the claim that they were related had been rather fallacious, Shiki was operating on the information he was allowed to know. Though they weren't as close as the figurative family tree would convince the others, Kaname still felt somewhat responsible for Shiki. The Kuran purebloods owed their prestige to Kaname, afterall, and that blood poured it's way to the birth of this red haired and seemingly lost soul that sat before him. A chilling calm washed over Kaname as he resolved himself to the immediate solution that came to his mind. Shiki was a lost pup and his life was lacking a proper male role-model. Maybe peeling down the wall between them, just a bit, could ignite a sense of normalcy? It wasn't like Kaname didn't have the tools at his disposal to fix these issues in every possible way imaginable. He simply didn't have the desire to track down Rima and force her back into a relationship with Shiki. If the boy was going to grow dependent on someone while Kaname was responsible, that someone might as well be Kaname. This is where he found his smile before he took a step forward. Why are you shaking so much, Shiki? He asked smoothly, the sound of his voice simply becoming paralyzing for his red haired pup. I don't agree with your reservations, but I can certainly help you. Not that I'm asking for permission. The long fingers of Kaname's right hand had taken to Shiki's chin to guide the boy into finally looking Kaname directly into his ruby gaze. It shouldn't be a secret, between you and me, I have many plans for my dear Senri Shiki. While his words could take a patronizing tone if read, his voice managed to be both cold by deliberately personal. He meant what he was saying, this sensation would shine true. No more pouting. He commanded, though he meant in general. The sleeved arms of the pureblood would envelope his prey as he used his immense strength to guide Shiki onto his back on his bed. Kaname's larger body overshadowed Shiki as he got to his knees on the bed and brought his own face very close. Kaname's arms folded around Shiki's back and intentionally pinned his arms to his sides. The older male didn't take the time or concern to correctly lay Shiki's legs straight, he didn't have the desire to. Before you even think about fighting for your pride or trying to spite me further, remember how weak you've let yourself become. On your best day, you wouldn't be penetrating my skin. So just relax. He goaded a bit, finding some thrill in the position over Shiki as his recent partners have all been soft women. Without warning, Kaname flipped Shiki to lay on his chest, Kaname's own broad chest pinning him down. From this moment onward, you don't sulk in your room when you yearn for me. He whispered into Shiki's hair, the slightest scent of powerful blood had tinted the air around them before Kaname slipped his middle and index fingers of his left hand into Shiki's lips. I'm not supposed to be doing this, but you've gone and convinced yourself that you're not important to me. It's just a little, lick it up quickly. We don't want our friends getting jealous. He loaned Shiki a tiny amount of his blood, which was astronomically more potent than the noble juice that ran in his veins. The goal was to return his soft nature-ed Shiki to his clear minded state nice and quickly.