Moon Children Ch. 07-08

I sat on the floor beside him, my innate grace betraying the pain that still lingered from my punishment. I looked up at him hopefully, resting a hand softly on his forearm. He ignored me.

In the half light, I could see his hazel eyes had lightened somewhat. I could see that his pupils were no longer perfect circles.

"Baze."

As he turned to look at me, I saw the irises darken to their normal shade, and his brows relaxed. "Hey, Fress."

"Are you hungry?"

He sighed, looking back at the fireplace, his countenance softer and more familiar. "No... still kinda full from breakfast."

"What did you end up having?"

"You know, it's weird... I forget. I just know I haven't been hungry all day."

He wiped unconsciously at his mouth, and this action for a moment exposed his newly-grown fangs. They had not receded with his partial change that morning.

"I don't feel tired, either." he mentioned, in passing, and sipped his cognac.

I sat with him, in thought, for several minutes. I wondered if he would start feeling the thirst himself. I wondered if I had caused a permanent change in him.

I wondered if, perhaps, something else was trying to rise to his surface... and claim dominion of his body.

I was tempted to ask how much of the ordeal he remembered... but it was a worn question. He never seemed to remember much. Airuhmm wouldn't let him, just yet. I had a suspicion, though, that he remembered clearly the flavor of the event. At least, that I had done something out of order... and that he had rightly corrected me. I sensed a dark satisfaction in him, as he gazed into that useless false fireplace, swirling his drink in his palm.

I felt the urge to please him... just to get him to smile. Get him away from his train of contemplation.

"Let's get out of this house. Let's go see a movie, or go out dancing. Let's just get out of he-"

I winced when he swiftly rose his hand, fully expecting him to lash out at me for speaking out of turn. He was merely straightening his sleeve, though, and was giving my suggestion some thought.

"That sounds great. Why don't you go get ready? I'll just go change into my new clothes... oh, that's right. They're gonna take a week to ship, aren't they? I guess you want me to just waltz out into the world wearing nothing but a robe?"

I breathed a sarcastic chuckle. "Right, sweetness. In fact, why don't we both go naked?"

For a wonder, he actually smiled. It warmed me, that careless spreading of his lips.

"Why go out at all, then?" He reached over and pulled aside the shoulder of my blouse. It was probably meant to be playful, but it felt... mean, almost. I pulled the fabric back in place, my smile withering.

"I think we've had enough of that for now."

"I'll tell you when we've had enough." His tone was kind, but there was a growl beneath it. I saw his eyes shifting colors again...

"Basil..."

"You call me Baze."

"Baze, then... forgive me if I'm out of line, but I think you're being a bit abrasive."

"Oh, you want abrasive? 'Cause I can give you abrasive..." he started to rise, I shrunk away from him with a grimace.

He stopped himself, sitting again.

"I'm sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me... I'm just... God, I'm just so angry... and horny, too, at the same time." He laughed, but there was no humor in it. "My dick should be chaffed by now, but I just..." he growled hungrily, "I just want more."

"Well, maybe you just need to give it a rest. Just calm down a bit and relax. Just for a few days. It will subside."

His head snapped around, and now his eyes were that unsettling golden-orange; his irises were thin lines creasing the bright metal of his inhuman irises.

"I don't WANT it to subside. I want MORE. I want YOU. I want... I want to DRINK... to CONSUME..."

At my own peril, I placed my hands to his shoulders, locking his gaze into mine. I could not force my will, but thought I might be able to subdue the primal urges.

Airuhmm fought me for a moment, as a cat might lash out and bat at an intruding hand in half-hearted protest. Then he allowed himself to be stroked. He rose to my mental touch, arched his non-physical back. He allowed himself to be soothed for the nonce.

Then he pounced on me.

I felt that it was playful, that he was merely returning affection... but my, are his affections ever rough. He sauntered into my mind, carrying my mentality by the scruff as he would a kitten. Dropped me, pawed at me, batted my brain around like a toy mouse. Then, he had his way with me. I should say, his spiritual being had its way with mine.

Quite literally, a mind-fuck.

It was the most bizarre experience I have ever endured. It was very much like being on a powerful psychedelic. It was... like no orgasm I'd ever reached in the physical realm. It shook me to my very core, caused my very soul to quail for him. I cannot describe it in any kind of image detail... it was not a thing I could see.

Thankfully, (and most disappointing as well, I admit) it did not last. The severe potency of it was more than either of us could stand for long. He receded, his "Airuhmm-ness" becoming flaccid and settling into contented rest. I exhaled a deep sigh of relief and regret, returned to my conscious. Basil had fallen back in the easy chair, eyes drooping heavily.

"That's it. Just rest." I patted his shoulder, and staggered on weak knees away from the chair. I collapsed on a nearby leather couch, and fell into my own daze.

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I didn't quite sleep, but the rest was refreshing. When I was able to comprehend my surroundings, I noticed Basil was absent.

I rose, stretched. I felt great. I strode out of the parlor...

And into blinding sunlight.

The entire house was flooded with it.

No, not again.