<div class="floatright">(http://i179.photobucket.com/albums/w310/Sparrowhawke/VernRieder.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: copperplate gothic bold;">Vern Reider</span></span><br/><strong>Location<strong> || <em>Vern's Room.</em><br/><strong>Tagging</strong> || <em>Vkraci</em></strong></strong></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 9pt;">The instant the door closed, a change came over the leader of the Mysli clan. Everything civil and composed seemed to drop away, leaving a raw, feral being. His pain and need were both equally obvious and the only thing that made him hesitate was a remaining need to make sure it was what the other man wanted as well. That need was quickly satisfied by the sight of him, however. He could read the subtle hints, the rapid breathing, and the less subtle lump growing in his pants. <br/><br/>The hesitation lasted mere moments, and as soon as it passed he was moving. He would only give the pipe attention if it was in the way of his destination. He surged forward, a hand moving up to tightly grip at Vkraci’s shirt, using it to push the man violently back against the wall. The rest of his body quickly caught up the hand, pressing tightly against the man’s body and crushing their lips together hard enough to cut his own with his teeth. <br/><br/>He’d tried, to no avail, to deal with his needs in less violent ways, but anything less than this was unbearable. It made him think too much of Harlan, and such thoughts reduced him to a state he couldn’t afford to be in. It seemed as if Vkraci understood all this, and he was beyond grateful to the man that he accepted all of this, seemed to enjoy it, even. He craved it, needed it, and it helped him stay sane and reasonable in the times between. In these moments he released all the fear, despair and anger.<br/><br/>His other hand came up to grip at Vkraci’s hair, tangling in it and yanking, not quite enough to pull it out, but certainly enough to cause pain. Any noises that Vkraci made wrought moans in response, and an eager need to bring out more. He forced his tongue into the other man’s mouth, probing for a few moments before pulling back. He hungrily sought out any piece of flesh he could get into his mouth and bit down, drawing blood as he ground his hips against the other.</span>