You:<br/><br/>The coldness didn't seem to bother Drake who was happy to take in anything the man was offering him swallowing up every last drop as he milked his cock and prostate until he had to stop. He licked his lips his eyes seeming bright. "You don't like me very much do you?" he asked suddenly still on his knees his face nuzzling Jas's cock. "Why do you let me sleep with you then?" he asked his eyes studying Jas from down below able to sense his inner conflict. "Or do you just get off on tormenting yourself and hate fucking me?"<br/><br/>Sure Drake was hard but he didn't appear to be complaining or wanting the attention as he waited for his answers his eyes sharp and full of questions. The Jas did that to his wrist his eyes went wide, "Whoa- hold on there no need for that.." he said gasping his teeth were coming out but the present Drake seemed to recoil from the offered wrist. He had been fed enough for now even if his senses were going haywire. He shivered but he stayed very still his eyes locked more on the wrist but he was holding out.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah combed a hand through Drake's hair, giving a grunt when he nuzzled his cock. The flesh was a bit sensitive from having just come. He trailed a hand down his jawline. "Your personality is not like the others. Not one I am used to, at any rate." Jas canted his head to the side. "If I did not enjoy your body, or pleasuring you with mine, I would not waste a moment." Then he gripped his jaw in a bone-tight grip, craning his head up.<br/><br/>"Oh, but there is. You are a vampire, Drake. You are out of control with your blood lust. Now that I am at my full strength, I can help you control yourself. Your urges. That and the last time I did this you went away. Right now, I need to talk to the Drake I know." He jammed his bleeding wrist against Drake's mouth, holding his jaw in place. His fingers would dig in, aiming to pop it open so he could let his powerful blood flow into his mouth. A helluva lot more powerful than it had been when he was human. Age, power, strength. It would flow into Drake like ambrosia.<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>There was a full struggle from the vampire beneath him as he did it as it appeared the personality was struggling and they weren't going to see eye to eye. Once the blood hit his system though Drake stilled eyes going shut it didn't take long for them to flicker back and Drake to extract his fangs spitting out the blood he was drinking even if it did taste damn good. He coughed and sat again wondering how come he was on his knees and trying to remember what the fuck happened. His eyes flickered up to Jas and any attempt to reach out to him would be met with a hiss, "Don't touch me." he needed to get his bearings and piece things together.<br/><br/>He could feel his throat from that blow job, that much was certain, as well as still taste the blood on his tongue. Drake managed to get himself up while back up, his eyes looking over the taller man in his full glory he managed a bitter half smile. "Ah... here we are. You back to your full godly glory and me a pathetic vampire who you can control." Drake couldn't explain why he was feeling hostile but he was, maybe it was he emotional influence of his others selves or maybe it was the nagging inner voice telling him that Jas wasn't going to want his sorry ass when this was said and done and he could go back to being on cloud nine and drinking his green tea where mortal concerns wouldn't touch him. "Guess I fulfilled my promise then." even if he didn't quite remember how it all went down.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah jerked back with a hurt expression and healed his wrist. He hadn't expected such a reaction, and he pressed his lips together. No, he should have expected this. He grabbed the wet towel off the floor and wiped the blood off his wrist, his shoulders tense. Jas's ears pinned back in displeasure, and it wasn't so easy to hide his emotions anymore. The last words hurt the worse. Yes, this was exactly what he had expected.<br/><br/>In a flash of speed, using his ability to bend time, he had Drake pinned up against the wall by his shoulders. Honestly he didn't give a fuck if Drake raged again. Because Jasaiah was pissed off. "From day one I have treated you as anything but the filthy whore you continuously see yourself as. I have respected you, valued you. I have never been afraid of you or your broken mind." He bared his teeth. "I chose you, dammit." Swearing in English was never a good sign. "You infuriate me. You drive me insane." He shook his shoulders. "I love you! I love you so much that I was willing to stay human until I grew old and withered and you would either leave me or watch me die of old age."<br/><br/>Tears pricked his eyes and his hands dug painfully into Drake's shoulders. "Dimitraeus is dead. Truly dead. I know him better than anyone. I fought him longer than anyone. He gave me a choice, Drake. Either I watch you die like all the others I loved, or give up my powers so that you may live. I did not want this!" He screamed the last part, then pushed away from him. He was going to get extremely violent if he didn't stop, and he turned away from him to hide the tears flowing freely. "If you still do not believe me, after everything I have done to convince you, then leave. Do whatever you want. Because I do not know what else I can do. These powers are part of me, and controlling you is the farthest from my intentions."<br/><br/>You:<br/><br/>His heart was breaking, and it hurt worse than losing his past mates ever had. So much so that his skin weathered and grayed, growing old as he walked away from Drake. He'd wanted to leave so badly that Jas didn't think he would stay.<br/><br/>He wasn't going to rage, not right now right this man having him pinned Drake stilled and listened to his frustration pouring out. "Even IF, if he wasn't lying through his goddamn demon teeth about that you made that choice to save your own heart ache! All you do it go on and on about all the lovers you have lost to him and how he wronged you in this way and that." Drake hissed back he didn't let the pain of the grip show on his face as he stayed still eyes locked with Jasaiah's and not avoiding his gaze. He didn't ever think that Jasaiah was scared of him he just hoped the other would have learned better by now. There had been so many close calls and so many things Drake couldn't control.<br/><br/>Honestly Drake was a little shocked that he was let go off and that Jasaiah was walking away, he shook his head, "So what are you going to do now! Now that he is 'truly dead'?" Drake asked sharply to the retreating man he wasn't moving to follow but he wasn't moving to live, "And for that matter how do I fit in into all this? Love confessions are fanciful, nice, and all that but Jasaiah you're going to get sick of me sooner rather than later!" if not him than the other hims... the ones he knew were going to start to become more and more present than himself, he could already hear the faint whispers of their voices. No, maybe leaving would be for the best, they had their moment and Drake wasn't going to ruin it by giving it more time to turn sour the way it had before for him... with others. When they all ran of patience for him, no matter what he did or how 'good' he was it never outweighed the others in his head they always found a way to ruin it.<br/><br/>Me:<br/><br/>Jasaiah grasped onto the dresser, staring at the clock that never stopped ticking. If Drake took the time to notice his whole house was filled with various clocks. He had an obsession with time. "Because I do not want to lose you," he whispered. "You are here, now. He did not kill you, because I decided for once in my life not to be a selfish monster and love you, more than I ever loved any of them." He screwed the palms of his hands into his eyes, hating himself right at that moment.<br/><br/>"I am not strong. I am not perfect. And neither are you. And you do not know what will happen because you will not even try! I have met this sex driven younger version of you that always seems to have an ulterior motive, and I have met a younger, barely adult version of you that seems scared and lost and confused. Did I run? No. Will I? No. I know you have a monster inside you, but so do I." He stared at him through the vanity mirror. "I am lucky to have you, because you are stronger than I ever was. In truth, I do not deserve you, Drake. I speak of them because they died, and you have lived. You have lived through such horrors, and you are stronger than you could ever give yourself credit for. And I would give up my powers a thousand fold to be a part of your life."