Vanya had no idea how to approach this new Alfred. The look in the blond's eyes were fearsome and blindly furious; his expression that of an angry wild animal with no real logically thoughts behind an attack. The way the young teen growled lowly made Vanya's stomach twist and almost had the larger Russian reach out for his mate foolishly. Still, he knew the creature before him was not his beloved and that any sort of gesture would have his hand nearly ripped off. The very thought sent chills down the Vanya's spine.
Not fear for himself, of course. Vanya could easily take a mighty hand across the knight's deranged form and make it very difficult for anyone to get up, but he could never do such a thing. He worried over his lover, though at this rate his beastly self already lunged its whole self at Vanya viciously to a point the Russian barely missed one of the deadly claws. His love had gotten all worked up and it had been his fault. If he should allow Alfred to be harmed with only himself to blame, then of course he felt fear. His most treasured being continuously sending attacks at him, he needed to stop before Alfred wound up taking out the entire castle or wind up dead.
Vanya wished he paid more attention the other brother's words about dealing with this monster-like form and realized the less and less likely it would be before Alfred came back to his senses. In the meantime, Vanya played the little wrestling match and grabbed one of Alfred's arms and twisted it behind his back. There was a loud yelp of pain and all he had succeeded to do was get the crazed blond even more blood-thirsty as he soon grabbed another arm to pin his mate down. If nothing more Vanya would keep him like this while trying to preach a few words of reason inside the stubborn mind.
Alfred growled and thrashed, snapping at the creature holding him down angrily as he attempted to cause harm. His mind was filled with red anger and hatred and he wanted to rend and tear anything that he could. The thing holding him down was alive, an enemy that smelled as good as it probably tasted. His mouth watered, saliva glistening on razor-sharp fangs as he barked and growled lowly. He felt energy humming in his gut and pulled at it, drawing his superhuman strength from that well of energy. He could feel his bones harden further, his muscles become more elastic and tough. A dark grin spread across his face, as he suddenly relaxed against the hold keeping him down. As soon as the thing relaxed its grip, he would bring his strength to bear and lash out. He had forgotten he was bare, but it wouldn't have mattered to him anyways. He was more animal than human now.
Vanya must have let his guard down in his love for the other because in not but two seconds later one of those sharp claws were able go rake themselves hard across his chest. Vanya tried to avoid the attack, but only would getting so far. The cut was long but shallow and not in he most vital of areas, but with the hot water still pouring over them and the large size, the Russian was losing blood fast. As hard as he tried to remain dominant and not let the wound effect him, Alfred was quickly gaining more freedom as he struggled out more against the Russian's grasp.
Alfred smelled the blood; his canine senses picking up the scent with ease as it soon filled the tub. The scent was so erotic to the blond in his animalistic frenzy he craned his neck in order to bite something-flesh, preferably. His efforts were for naught as the cause for the delicious scent kept holding him down and squirming away from all his other attacks. Alfred was is the mood for a bloodbath and there was no telling when the blond would jump back to his hero-like senses. For now all Vanya could do was hold him down as they struggled and hoped his beloved would not have to be hurt to be stopped.
...
Gilbert had started to lean his head lower to meet his Canadian's soft lips only to be abruptly hit in the nose with said Canadian's forehead. Gilbert shot up with a growl, ready to demand answers before glancing at the panicked expression engulfing Matthew's face. The albino reached a consoling hand out to comfort his love only to have it slapped away while the blond kicked him off and jumped out of bed searching for the first shirt and pants around.
Before Gilbert had a chance to open his mouth for answers Matthew quickly shut him up
"Don't just LAY there! H-he's gone mad! I feel it! Alfred's going to have a bloodbath so get up and MOVE! we need to find him! He could have already hurt someone! Gilbert! This is horrible! He can't come back to his senses knowing he killed again! The emotional ass! It'll destroy him if he does that in this state! HURRY!" the blond pressured practically with a foot out the door.
"Was? What are you-?" He paused, remembering how the Canadian had reacted to something that he shouldn't have known about in the first place. He reluctantly got up, whistling for his little partner, and grabbed a pair of pants. It's not like the Master hadn't seen his chest before. Besides, most Shifters were dangerous no matter what kind of animal they changed into. If he was a royal, then he was probably one of the most powerful. He shooed Matthew out, "I'm coming. Go. I'll follow."
The Canadian sent him a worried look, but obeyed, turning and sprinting off. Gilbert's brow furrowed as he finally pulled his pants on and followed. He felt the familiar ruffle on top of his head as the bird settled in his silver-grey hair and smiled grimly. Hopefully the little healer wouldn't be necessary, but he knew it was best to be safe and not sorry. And with what had happened last time, he would definitely rather not be sorry.
...
Alfred snarled at the thing restraining him, saliva dripping from his open jaws. He threw back his head and loosed an unnatural howl. It spoke of ancient magic, one oriented towards the spirits of animals and towards the spirits of land itself. He called to the moon, requesting aide in his endeavor. He ached with hunger for blood and death, the burn of his desire and red rage controlling his mind. He had all the knowledge of combat, but none of the morals that kept him from using it. He couldn't even concentrate enough to speak plainly.
Vanya had to keep from shivering at the creepy sound. He was no stranger to scary things. He could even terrorize a few of them. But he had never heard something so... hungry for death. It was as though his beloved was possessed. Vanya wished he could do something to help the knight, but what? He doubted he could get close enough to give the knight a kiss without getting his face-and nose- bitten. He strained to tighten his hold, closing his eyes and biting his lip. He was getting lightheaded. Not good. Not good at all.
Vanya could feel himself letting his grip slip. Soon he would be too wounded to restraint the beast Alfred and he would be no more. Such an ironic death, really. The first time he allowed himself to get close- close enough to really to touch, taste, smell, feel and even die and even love, his love would tear him apart without a second of hesitation. Still, should he die, Alfred would only be so far behind. He didn't want the young knight to perish so young! If it was his fault their lives were chained together to begin with, Vanya had to live. But... Doing so was proving much harder with said blond lashing out so ferociously.
...
Matthew ran up and down any path leading to his brother's location. Several times he felt just around the corner only to find out there was a solid wall placed in the way. Even with him and Gilbert working to break one, it would be more time and energy than just finding a new way in the maze of a castle. They wasted so much time as it is, Matthew could feel Alfred slipping deeper into animalistic subconscious. The poor blond was almost in tears at the lost of what could and would happen if he didn't find his stupid brother soon. If not for the comforting hand Gilbert gave him for support, he would have already given up but with one final swift turn they found the door both Alfred and Vanya were in at last.
Matthew all but lounged himself at the door for it to break open. The Canadian was so wrapped up in the situation that he could care less about the duo's naked form and only saw the blood oozing out of Vanya with no clear end in sight. "Oh no! Vanya! Alfred!"
Alfred growled at the intrusion of new sources of blood. He thrashed again, fangs gleaming wetly as he turned to face the two. He didn't spark with recognition at seeing Matthew or Gilbert. All he wanted was to hurt them. He wanted to show his strength and power and force all to submit. He howled again, this time in outrage. How dare the creature hold him restrained! How dare he not cry out or fall to Alfred's claws! Alfred finally quieted in Ivan's hold, growling lowly in anger. He didn't want to, but he couldn't move.
Matthew swore violently, recognizing the deep purple-red color Alfred's eyes had turned, and began drawing on his magic to perform the suppression spell he had learned for just this occasion. He had been the one to find Alfred after the incident. He was the only one who had been able to see that Alfred had no control of himself at the time. He had become Alfred's shadow and made sure to never leave the American's side. Until they had arrived at Vanya's castle. He bit his lip and cast it, watching it settle on Alfred's body.
Before being blasted off of the canid and into Matthew, sending the startled Canadian into the hallway behind him. Matthew slid to the ground with a faint moan of pain, knocked senseless from the force of the attack.
Gilbert instinctively turned his back on the two to his lover only to find him now unconscious. Raivis would probably have to make an early appearance but the poor boy was so weak battle-wise he would be a liability should Alfred break away and come after him. This was easily going from bad to worse as Vanya kept Losing strength to suppress the mindless beast and leaving Gilbert virtually alone to protect everyone.
"Damn it, Master! Don't you just know how to pick them?" the albino cracked going for the cause of the problem like a enraged bull.
Vanya sneered through the pain and ordered Gilbert to stop in his place. Alfred was much to strong and bloodthirsty this way and the ignorant albino would only get in the way. If he wasn't wounded he could simply try to knock the blond out as safe as he could but the wound was making a very noticeable impact on his stamina and Alfred did manage to break out of his loosening grip. The smell and sight of blood was washed all over the Russian's body like a nicely sautéed piece of meat to Alfred's hungry and acute senses. Vanya's hope was fading fast as he expected a finishing blow from Alfred at any moment.
Alfred grinned widely, fangs shining as he finally turned to face the thing that held him restrained. His mouth watered as he caught sight of the blood, though he was annoyed that water was washing it away. He growled and swiped at the thing making it rain warm water on them. He nodded to himself in satisfaction as it made the white-furred thing wet before turning to his meal. He grabbed its wrists carefully in his clawed hands, keeping them away from its body as he sniffed the wound. He began to lick the blood up, purring darkly in satisfaction. It tasted as good as it smelled... And he wanted more.
Gilbert swore as he and poor Raivis were drenched by the broken showerhead. He wanted to be able to do something, but Vanya had ordered him to stay. At least it looked like the blond knight was acting relatively tame... If one ignored the fact he was drinking Vanya's blood like a freaking vampire. This was ridiculous. He bit his lip and took a step forward, but stopped when Alfred's head twisted around to stare at him and a low, angry rumble emanated from the American's throat warningly.
Gilbert wasn't one to get scared easily-hell, he was awesome, he never got scared- but by the darkly possessive look that crossed over the blond American's face, the albino halted in his spot. Even after Alfred turned back to his master's wounds, the Prussian stood gaping at his uselessness while Alfred would surely suck Vanya dry.
Alfred couldn't care less of any of the other's presences. It was just him and his prey now as he licked off the spilling blood with complete focus. Alfred was actually getting worried even. Despite his animalistic senses, a small piece of his rational self was coming to him screaming that if he drank all of the blood right now and completely killed the delicious meal now, there would be no more to even compare later. It was a small step to reverting back but it was still there as Alfred almost sweetly began to lick the wounds, like a wolf to an injured cub. Alfred would be sure to savor this creature for as long as he could.
In the meantime, Vanya himself could barely cling to consciousness as he grew near white and hollow from all his lost blood. Alfred didn't seem to try and take every drop out of him with as much vigor at the current time, but his wounds were still bleeding and not to mention he lost at least a pint already. Vanya could only close his eyes and wait for the end or a miracle while Alfred continued to work the life out of him.
Alfred rumbled softly, unsatisfied, but the voice telling him not to harm was getting stronger. He blinked glowing golden eyes slowly as they faded back to blue. he could taste iron-rich blood. There was a bloody body in front of him. At least it looked pretty whole despite being the only one he could see right now. This was bad... He released the thing, gratified to see it remained upright, and backed away, staring at the four deep claw marks and the shallow one from his thumb. He licked his lips, grimacing at the taste. It was a really nice taste... which made it that much worse... He slowly looked up, taking in the body's appearance slowly, finally reaching the face. Purple eyes and ash-blonde hair... That meant Vanya... He had hurt Vanya... Alfred backed away, eyes wide with horror. He turned to look around. To make sure no one else had been hurt. He saw the silver-haired Prussian and his bird-familiar looking a bit damp, but none the worse for wear. he could also see his brother passed out at the base of the wall out in the hallway. But no blood. That was all that mattered.
Alfred was still rapidly taking in the sight before him. Part of him was grateful so much less had been mutilated and he wondered how he was held down but as he gaped at Vanya's freshly marred chest he was able to reason that the Russian restrained him best to his ability. A small tear fell down the blond's face as he reached out and slid a finger over the flesh gently. Alfred failed to see his own logic in doing the act but even as soft as the touch was he could clearly see the wince in Vanya's face as the pain was subduing him into subconsciousness.
Gilbert didn't fail to see the calmed knight's tears and rushed him and Raivis to the two's area. With any luck, Vanya would only need a quick healing spell and a day or two of resting to build up his strength and blood. In the darker scenario, too much time had passed and Vanya could slip into a coma. Still, the likelihood of fatality seemed small and Gilbert watched as Raivis would try and close the gash.
"Hey... It's not your fault. The big lug probably had it coming, plus it wasn't really you, he understands. Idiot loves you, he wouldn't get rid of you just 'cause you nearly killed him!" the Prussian consoled with an awkward pat to the blond," Now, I, on the other hand, should totally maim you for poor Mattie-kins over there but since you seem sort of out of it, I'll kick you butt later while I go wake up sleeping beauty." Gilbert added teasingly going over to Matthew and thoroughly avoiding Alfred's glare.
"But... I hurt him really badly..." He mumbled softly, looking away. He didn't want to kill Vanya. -And not just because it would mean his death too. He didn't want to kill or hurt people. He wanted to protect. He wasn't a villain like his brother. He was supposed to be a hero; He sighed and turned to stop the water. There was no reason to let it run now. He nudged Raivis aside, looking at the cuts with a frown, "He's lucky. These aren't too deep for proper healing."
Alfred licked at the cuts again, coating them with a layer of saliva. The blood flowed far slower, congealing quickly. He smiled softly, proud in the inherent healing properties of the bacteria in his mouth. They would scar, but not as badly if just healed by even a being like Raivis. Alfred had been the one to inflict damage. His weak healing ability would increase the healing factor greatly.
Raivis tried to give the blond as soft and understanding smile he could muster in the moment with shivering of cold or fright. It wasn't as if Alfred was doing any harm now and he looked like he was patching up Vanya's cuts well. It was a very odd site, seeing someone so opening lick and suck on his master's wound's and blood, but Raivis knew the monster inside Alfred was tamed, at least for the moment, and that the American meant nothing wicked in the action.
As the knight slowly pulled away, he saw how truly ill his powerful mate appeared. The cold was turning his lips a shade of blue and his skin resembled the falling snow outside. as Alfred reached out to cup a cheek and hold Vanya's hand, the iciness made him immediately pull away, making him feel worse that he was too selfish to even hold the hurt man when it was his fault. Alfred's heart was truly broken at the sight of his Russian lover so beaten and out, the bold American didn't even notice the small tear-streak roll down his cheek as he leaned in to kiss the other's forehead. Alfred didn't love Vanya- he didn't!- but this seemed like only a minimum he could do for the other before backing away and letting Raivis have his way at healing.
Gilbert stopped watching after Raivis started to successfully heal the scratches in favor of waking up Matthew. The cute little Canadian was so peaceful looking all vulnerable and open, it wouldn't be like Gilbert to lie and say that even after all that happened he still didn't watch to take the blond repeatedly but for that, he would much rather the other be conscious for his awesome five meters. The albino smirked as he played with the curl coming off the blond's head that aroused him slowly to the waking world, which promptly resulted in a rough sucker-punch to his stomach.
"P-Pervert! How i-is Alfred doing? Everything alright?" Matthew barked out a bit too softly for anyone besides Gilbert to recognize. Even still, the Canadian noticed the blond and the healing going on inside the dismantled bathroom and let out a relived sigh. Things could be worse, after all. And the look Alfred was giving Vanya did not look like something one would give to the person he hated and Matthew smirked. Maybe a near-death experience was just the thing to put the two on a more emotional level.
"Everything is fine Mattie," Gilbert spoke softly, smiling down at his mate as he pulled the teen to his feet. The prince was a little unsteady on his feet, but Gilbert made sure to keep a steadying hand by him until he was good. Gilbert sighed, wondering if this was going to become a regular occurrence. Alfred was so hyper. It made Gilbert wonder at his brother's calm nature. Unless it was a compensation for said hyperactivity. Either way, he liked Matthew the way he was. Hopefully Vanya and Alfred would realize they needed each other as much as Gilbert needed Matthew and vice versa.
Matthew smiled as Gilbert supported him and nodded. "Thanks Gil. We should... leave these two to sort out their own affairs while we... handle ours~" the slightly weak blond said regaining his balance with a smirk.
Gilbert returned the smirk even wider. The albino noticed Raivis was still awkwardly placed with Vanya and Alfred and decided it was time for him to leave as well. Gilbert waited until Matthew had a solid footing again before he tapped on the small healer. Raivis returned to his bird form with an almost cute 'eek' but hopped on the albino's head nonetheless.
"We're all kinda beat and need rest. If anything should reopen, Raivis will be resting with Toris so he'll be able to patch either of you up while I... erm... tend to Mattie."
Alfred only perked up a little to shoot the smirking albino a glare. "That is so gross! I have no idea what Mattie sees in a cocky ass like you! A-and...!" Alfred stuttered looking at the unconscious Russian, "What the hell do with him now...? I already hurt him and... I don't want to be alone with him...!" he mumbled more to himself than to anyone else.
Gilbert growled and punched Alfred firmly in the face. It wasn't a full-strength punch, but it was enough to get Alfred mad and fiery. "You idiot! For one, he's soaked and in need of rest. As his mate, I thought you'd be smart enough to look out for him like he did for you! Jeez, the asshole wouldn't leave your side until you were back on your feet and you can't even do the same because you 'hurt' him! Please, the guy's a brick wall that can't be broken, he'll barely have a scratch on him later. We're leaving you alone with him so you can suck up your emotions and get close to him! He needs you and you don't hate him half as much as you think you do! If you did, you wouldn't be so scared to be alone with him out of the fact you hurt him and would gladly do it again! Now, I was in the middle of mind blowing sex with someone I know I love before I was pulled away because of your shitty little antics. If you don't mind, I'd like to carry on with those deeds before your naked ass turns me off." and with that little speech, Gilbert returned to his Canadian lover gleefully seeing how flushed the blond looked trying to be mad.
Alfred on the other hand was torn between going back and beating Gilbert senseless and... doing his job as a mate. As everyone left the blond alone, option two seemed more and more likely. Still, Alfred was lost. Did he truly not hate the Russian? Sure, he caused him so much trouble and grief but there were times he was sweet and showed how much he 'loved' Alfred. And the sex was, begrudgingly, good, if not amazing or mind-blowing so... maybe Alfred liked Vanya, if only a little.
Getting up from the cold wet ground again, Alfred tried to wrap Vanya's arm around his shoulder and carry him to their bedroom. Leave it to Vanya to weigh what seemed to feel like 300 pounds of awkward mass (muscle) to the blond as he had to practically drag the taller away. Alfred may not have been great at caring for the giant, but it was at least an effort.
And HUGE sorry! Aku and I... both had major writers block doing this. It's shorter than most, sadly, but it's all plot! ^^; Funny how much harder it is to make this without porn, but I like it. I hope you do as well, at least enough to pardon the practically TWO MONTHS wait! T.T So sorry... Thank you reviewers! You have no idea how AWESOMe you are! Seriously, this story... I love you guys, you're hilarious and just so great! Please and thank you for all those loyal readers and reviews really help! Happy New Years! See ya 2011!