<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffffff">Furon's focus wavered as his body, ravenous from the solstice and craving sins of the flesh, demanded he seduce this man and feast off his energy. His scent was enticing, stronger than anything the incubus could recall, a fact he attributed to his hungry state. He hadn't allowed himself this close to humans on the night of the solstice in a very long time and he wanted nothing more than to bend the man over the arm of his sofa and feed off his pleasure. Furon's mind knew this would be a terrible idea, having already lost control once this evening, and not just by a small margin. He'd nearly became one of the monsters he despised.<br/>
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He eyed the man's face, handsome, but pale, likely from his injuries, that delicious scent laced with fear. He found he didn't enjoy being seen as a threat, but it was unavoidable. Granted, his  kind usually had a way of putting their victims at ease, luring them into a sweaty, desperate affair that was satisfying to both parties, and the demon in more ways than one. This man, if perhaps Furon had met him under any other circumstances, would be no different. As he was, though, Furon couldn't blame him one bit for the panic building in his eyes. "Call me Furon. I have to apologize for the circumstances of our meeting. I'm sure it would have been a pleasure, otherwise." He paused, catching the unintended double meaning of his own words. "I'll take you to a hospital in the morning." Maybe. He needed to be sure no medical professionals would ask too many questions. He supposed he might be able to convince them that his victim had been attacked by dogs as the markings of his teeth were similar enough. But did Sampson remember his clothes being torn away by so many hands? Did he remember Furon's fangs digging into him? His biggest issue with this request, of course, was the fact that once any exit to this house was opened, the wards would be compromised and Furon wasn't certain he could make it out with the human in one piece a second time. He'd have nowhere safe to take him, either.<br/>
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Sampson absolutely could not be allowed to open that door. For his own safety.<br/>
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"Easy. You need to rest." Furon's mind raced for a solution, any excuse to keep the man here. He didn't miss the way the fire marshall's gaze darted around as if looking for a way out, as if he expected to be attacked. Sadly, Furon couldn't guarantee otherwise, even though he would like to, as his head spun from the mere thought of pulling him close. "Of course. I imagine you're freezing after an ordeal like that . . . " "Maybe covering up the man's naked torso would help? Unlikely. Still, he stood to find find the man something to wear, keeping his gaze locked on to him as he moved away a bit. "You stay put. I don't want to return to find you've collapsed into the table." That's all he needed, the unsteady human cracking his own skull on the edges of his furniture.<br/>
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He could see the rising panic on Sampson's face, Furon moving back towards the sofa in an instant the other made to stand. "You can't leave-" The man seemed dizzy, pitching forward as Furon closed  the distance and wrapped his arms around him, keeping him from falling face first into the lamp. "You can't even stand and you  want to just . . . " Furon realized his mistake too late as he breathed deeply, that captivating balm pouring over his senses, tempting him once again. He paused, fingers digging in perhaps too tightly as he stood, frozen, with the man held close. Furon was terrified of moving, afraid of what his next action might be if he did.  He needed to bury his teeth into the man, pull him back to the sofa and make sure he stayed for eternity. He exhaled a hot, shaky breathe, trying to solidify his self-control. "You . . . cannot leave. It's not safe out there." It wasn't safe in here either, but at least in here he could have the human all to himself. <br/>
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His body pressed against the other, Furon's eyes darkened hungrily and, without thinking, he pressed his lips against the human's neck, a growl escaping between them. "Fuck, you smell so good." What was he doing? Sampson was badly injured and this was certainly not an opportunity for Furon to take his fill. Sampson needed to rest. Furon needed to get away from him.</span>