Eldest Practicing Medicine Man.

Wyatt Denvers, over 2000 years old, vampire, Professor of Pharacology. Closed Rp blog.

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The question asked was a complex one; but Wyatt smiled at the pupil anyways. “Well it depends really, good health plays a big factor, species does too. What you’d taste of iron typically tastes a bit like a sweet to me; candy like in all reality. Where human’s have their sugar rushes, that’s basically a blood lust for a vampire; cept our rush if you will typically ends up much more gruesome.” He chuckles as took a moment to observe just how clearly Nikolai was flustered; his nervousness almost too intriguing in all honesty. “A sound place to start, I presume you have the test outline still.” Wyatt asks as he watched Javier lean forward and kiss the other pupil of which he laughed and shook his head. “Give me a moment to deal with this fool will you?” He asks as he pulled the other from the table and blurred out of the dining room to get him to his room; threatening the boys lodging status if he didn’t study before speeding back to the dining room table. 

“I should have guess Javier would of expected sex after I fed, it’s typical of my kind; mixing food and pleasure together.” Wyatt chuckles as he easily admits he openly fucked the people at his house that he fed on; it wasn’t on school ground and part of the agreement was that the pupil was not to be one of his own, so he wasn’t technically doing anything wrong. “You have got to stop being so nervous Nikolai, I just ate; you’re not next... unless you want to be.” He mused, blurring to be behind the other and leaning into his ear to whisper. “Which could be arranged because Goddess I’m fucking horny right now.” 

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“Considering the checkered history of your kind, I’d inclined to agree; though I have enjoyed watching the chaos lupine brought throughout the ages.” The words fleeing his lips as he thought of the few decades he`d spent in the company of fox folk, fond memories of blood, lust and predominately carnal desires taking the world by storm. However the past had nothing to do with the young fox in front of him, leaking into his mouth and providing much needed sustenance in the current moment. “Oh sweet child, there’s very few who would deny me and even if they did I’ve walked this earth long enough to convince a mere strange to allow me to feed. As for sparring me a trip, I could have us back to my house in mere minutes; just because I haven’t brought you too my bedroom yet doesn’t mean I won’t.” Wyatt mused as it was clear that Ken’en was of like mind as he returned the kiss, tongues lashing at each other as Wyatt let go of his thoughts other than the carnal desires that ruled his existence.

The drawn out moan was swallowed as Wyatt’s hand moves to cup a side of Ken’en’s face as he angles his head into the kiss, enjoying the arguably sweet tasting fox. As the student pushed forward and invaded his pants to grip his ass, Wyatt’s hands went to his belt; pulling the material apart before unbuttoning his pants. When Ken pulled away to strip his shirt off his body, Wyatt took that moment to peel his own off; the bronze of the fox’s chest contrasting against his lesser tanned skin which hinted to his origins of Europe. In a blur of motion, Wyatt displayed superior speed he had as he switched their positions with Ken ending up sitting on the desk as he’d assumed the standing position before the other; pulling him in for a kiss equally if not more ravenous than before. The less clothing they had on, the closer Wyatt drew to his primary desires; had his eyes been open they’d of adopted a crimson red hue instead of his normal chestnut brown.

Nibbling on the boy’s lip for a moment, pulling it slightly as he drew back and hummed in satisfaction as he released the other for a mere moment. “If you assumed we’d be wearing clothes, I could of arranged that; though I prefer you like this. Romanesque, deliciously so.” He rumbles as he trails of while moving back to the boys neck, lapping at the small amount of pooled blood from his bite site to drag it down the fox’s chest; focusing on a nipple for a mere moment as his fingers toy with the boundaries between him and want he wanted. In a easy motion utilizing sheer strength, speed and a well practiced technique; Wyatt pulled the other’s entire bottom garments from his body, leaving him utterly exposed on the desk and looking up to smile at Ken. “One benefit of evolution is penises have grown significantly over the years. Fun fact eh?” Wyatt mused for a moment as he let his crimson eyes bore into Ken’s as he wrapped his hand around the other’s cock, jerking it gently as he peppered kisses into the man’s chest; teasing for only a moment longer before taking the other in his mouth with about as much need as he went after Ken’en for his blood.

[profwyattdenvers]

“When you run into an older lover of yours, oh how I miss our time together... we were so... violent.”

[profwyattdenvers]

“Don’t worry, I’m almost done Nikolai.” Wyatt tells the other as he sinks his fangs back into the meaty section of the thigh, reentering his previous bite tracks to resume sucking the life force; completely aware of how Nikolai was watching. It was a typical reaction of someone who had never seen a vampire feeding or was envious of the person being fed on or curious about what it felt like; all of which is a topic he’d eventually touch on. Pulling back from Javier’s thigh, Wyatt smiled and nodded to the pupil who came for his one on one tutoring. “Of course you can have one; we don’t bite... least he doesn’t.” He mused, as the obvious irony of the words as he bite back down for one last gulp before pulling back and pricking his thumb with a fang; smearing his blood over the wounds to watch them seal up. “Thank you Javier.” Wyatt’s praise is soft as his tongue slips from his parted lips to collect the excess blood on the boy’s thigh before he leans back and sighs contently, clearly sated for the time being.

“So Nik, where are you having most troubles in the material? We can start there or specifically on the test material and branch out from there.” He asks the pupil snacking on a cookie, really taking the moment to eye him up; the timid little creature he was in all his glory... why were the Talbot’s so handsome. “Javier drink your juice and I’ll bring you back to your room so you can study... a certain Professor told me about how you’ve been slipping in the recent weeks and you know the arrangement about keeping your grades up while you’re in my house.” Wyatt tells the boy whose just smiling, far too happy with what had just happened to pay much mind to anything else happening around him; the stark hard on he was sporting an evident sign of where his mindset was.

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There’s a pointed look that flies the students way as a devious smirk settles upon Wyatt’s features. “Oh I’ve done a lot worse for a lot less Ken’en, there’s a lot about me that’s not in the history books nor that I don’t tell the staff that hired me. After two thousand years, it should be expected that one has dubious background.” He mused, placing his history at question as he indirectly proved the point that while he gave off the image of being an outstanding gentleman; it was in his nature to be the hollywood terror his race had been coined for. Honestly it made him thing back to world war two when he was in the Nazi regime working as a field medic where he’d played both sides of the conflict, killing wound Nazi’s for their blood, attacking peaceful towns to incite more violence for each side as while as taking his pick of allied forces when the opportunity presented itself. Then again, he was reeling from the lose of a protege; which may have contributed to his rage at everything living.

“If you think me feeding on you is gaining you any favor, you’re sadly mistaken Ken’en. I have a group of pupils who stay at my house every semester to avoid the dorms in exchange for their blood. You’re a matter of convenience for the time being, as for anything you ask for afterwards; if I have the time to do it I probably will.” Wyatt speaks with an indifference on the reasons why the sly fox was allowing him to feed; he could of easily waited to eat, but this was altogether a great convenience to him. “I won’t keep you a moment longer than necessary child, that you can be assured of; believe it or not I am a busy person.” He teased the other; making it known that he had his own commitments as well.

To the question of whether the fox tasted good or not, Wyatt’s bite grows in strength as his fangs pierce deeper into the others flesh; a satisfied moan rolling out between the deep sucks to get more of the rich sustenance. It’s a long minute before Wyatt’s had his fill and he releases the vice grip on the fox pulling back with a gasp; though not getting far from the way the student’s hand s were on him, a smile painted across his face as he chuckles. “Considering they allow students to reside in my house during the semester and understand the complexities of vampire feeding; very very little.” Wyatt supplies as he licks at the blood that’s smeared across his lips. “Besides my work here and money I donate make them very very hesitate to cross me... money and power at it’s finest hmm? Forgetting about me standing in the campus, how long can you push off your next engagement for? We’ve started something that we’re going to finish, so I hope you’ve an hour or so we can play with.” He inquires as he leaves exactly no time to answer because he doesn’t really care, instead to silence whatever response that might have been forming, he closes the distance between them once more though not for blood this time. This time he dove in for a hungry kiss, a testament to how deeply the act of feeding effects a vampire as his blood smeared lips mash against the students.

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There was always a little worry that pupils didn’t know their potential or felt as if they weren’t living up to their potential; which given who the young man in question was, things had become abundantly to Wyatt what was happening. “You’re not aiming high enough Nikolai because you’re already doing exceptional. We can work on that though in due time.” He says as if it’s a matter of fact, whether the young witch believed it or not. “Shame that you’re glad about it; you’d make for a delectable meal.” Wyatt comment offhandedly as he heads toward the door and gestures the man out of his office. “I’ll be waiting.” He smiles before he walks off.

*****

 The afternoon had been eventful between labs and classes, by the time he got to his house he was starving and decided not to wait till after Nikolai had left to eat. Unbuttoning his dress shirt and loosening his tie, Wyatt produced a casual outfit of sweats and a loosely hanging sweater to redress in as well as grabbing a pair of fake glasses because he felt like it; back in his day his eye sight was terrible till he became a vampire and given the advances in correcting blindness... he took advantage of the style aspects despite not needing it. Heading back downstairs to call upon one of the blood donors that he housed for the semester, they got up on the table to read over their classes notes while Wyatt gently bit their thigh to suck back his dinner; an arrangement that was beneficial for all involved. When the knock at the door came, Wyatt retracted his fangs from the thigh and smiled. “Rest for a moment, I’ll be back with an iron pill and something sweet my friend.” Wyatt mused as he kissed just above where he’d bitten.

Heading to the door and opening it to smile as the flustered Nikolai, Wyatt gestured for the pupil to come in. “Don’t be sorry Nik, a few moments is nothing to me; now if you were a decade late or longer we’d be having words.” He chuckles as he walked in the foyer and sighed as he realized he was sporting a massive hard on from just feeding, and shrugged to himself. “I meant to wait till after you left to eat, but I couldn’t help myself. I apologize if my current state is uncomfortable. They call it a blood boner and it’s aptly named.” Wyatt shakes his head as he gestures to the dining room and heads towards the kitchen. “The dining room is over there, I’ll be in there in just a moment, I just need to grab somethings for a friend.” He says as he goes to grab the supplies for his donor before arriving at the dinning room table. “How are you feeling Javier? Alright?” Wyatt asks as he hands the iron pill over and places the platter of cookies with a glass of fresh juice on the table. “In case you were wondering, I host pupils per semester in exchange for their blood. They avoid dorms and all that unfortunate business for some and I don’t have to make meals out of sweet things like you in a pinch. Plus it’s much better when it’s hot from the source.” Wyatt sucks in a deep breath as he sits back down level to Javier’s thigh and smiles. “Mind if I steal a little more sweet one?” 

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Tisking at the way Nikolai was speaking, Wyatt shook his head. “I didn’t believe you were a bad student for a moment Nik, not everything comes easily and given the time I’ve had on this world and the education I have behind myself... I know just how difficult learning can be.” He tell the other, as he’d had degrees in pretty much most modern medicine and all over the scientific sectors as well as detailed records on ancient medicines from all over the world. “Give it time and study hard and you’ll do fine, that I can promise. Even if it doesn’t work out, not everything was meant to be. Now turn that poutiness inside out, it’s not becoming of such a fine young man.” Wyatt teased the younger Talbot, hoping he’d instilled enough hope in the boy to keep him working hard.

“Calm yourself Nikolai, I don’t want to explain why you had a heart attack in my office to your brother.” He chuckles as he gathered some tests he’d be scoring while on his lunch break. “It’s no bother Nik, so I’ll have to host you while I eat; nothing I haven’t done many times before; just be lucky you’re not what I’m eating.” Wyatt smiled as there’d been many of dinner parties that had the intention of shared meals, except the guest weren’t explained that they were the meal. “It’s a good thing I don’t tell Daniel everything right?” He nodded as he stood and place the tests in his bag. “If that’s everything Master Nik, I’ll be heading out and I’ll see you later this evening?” Wyatt asked to confirm Nik would be stopping by to start the tutoring that evening.

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There’s a moment of pause when the much younger male addresses him as Mister Denvers and he shakes his head. “Master Denvers is more proper young Ken’en; as for you being a big boy, I doubt you’ve had the pleasure of someone of my status we shall call it doing what I will with you. It’s a different bag of things if you will.” He mused in a teasing manner, though he did enjoy when the person who he would feed on acted stoic; reminded him of days long past when the men acted as if they were iron hard in their resolve... only to faint in his arms once he began. He’d fed on many creatures throughout his life and so it wasn’t the first time he’d mingled with the Kitsune.

“Impatient are we?” Wyatt chuckled as he allowed himself to be pulled into a room my the pupil, nodding to the younger male as he spoke. “Quite correct; though over the years the pleasure has dulled a bit. One doesn’t reach my age and remain as accustomed to lives I’ve lived, things changed particularly after my last blood lust... then again world war two was not a great time to be a Nazi either.” He spoke as relived a moment from the war and then came back to the present where he found the willing student propped up on the desk and gesturing him to come and get it. Without hesitation, Wyatt blurs as he speeds towards the Kitsune landing firmly on the desk to the point it moves at least two inches back as he embraces the male closely. “I do apologize if I get rough, happens when I’m terribly hungry.” Wyatt whispers as his fangs elongate and there’s a moment that passes before he sinks them past the flesh to tap the veins for their sustenance. The moment the succulent red liquid hit’s Wyatt’s tongue he doesn’t suppress the satisfied groan, instead bites harder to get the flow stronger and sucks harder at the fox’s neck; the taste of healthy blood was almost intoxicating these days given the lives people lead. As the hunger faded, other emotions came forth and with mostly feedings Wyatt felt the strain of his jeans as he grew aroused from the intimate act; a hand moving down to pull Ken’en’s body close to his while he rocked his hips forward out of instinct.

[profwyattdenvers]

“I miss the open country, the lack of people meandering about and the quietness of ages long past.”

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Nervousness was common among his pupils; considering Wyatt background in his field of expertise and many other aspect of life given to fact he’d lived for the past two thousand years, it made sense for the nerves being on edge in his presence. He found it endearing in most cases as his pupils and even some colleagues paid him great respects, though for the most part it was unfound in his opinion; despite his accomplishments in his life time he’d done many equally horrifying things that he honestly believed negated a lot of the good he’d brought to the world. “I notice that you’ve been trending on a lower score than I thought you’d be getting, having looked at your transcripts.” He comments on the matter of Nikolai’s overall course score in contrast to his overall score through his courses. “You actually just barely passed the exam, but I doubt that was the goal you had in mind when you begun writing it.” Wyatt spoke in a tone that was uplifting, more so to convey that there was hope for the pupil even if he hadn’t saw it.

“It takes a lot for a man to ask for help, even in this day an age; that single quality of males hasn’t wavered in the slightest.” He mused as he nodded to Nik. “I’ll let you retest next friday, but I will also give you some one on one attention outside of class.” Wyatt smiles to the student as he stands up and shakes his head. “Sweet child, there’s little in this world I need nowadays but I do take pride in seeing my pupils succeed. However given when I’m going to have time to slot you into my schedule... it’s going to be later in the evening probably around ten for the week. Probably at my house outside of campus alone. Hopefully that’s not an issue or interferes with anything you have happening.” He explains when they’d meet for the sessions of tutoring, lining it up before his dinner and just after he’d get back from his clinical labs; sighing a little to himself as he knew if he actually slept he’d be recluse with insomnia the way he worked.

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The pupil spoken and introduced himself, being as it wasn’t a name he recognized it became clear this student was not one of his and in the moment Wyatt was slightly annoyed by the other slowing him down for the moment. “You’re not a bother child, and I’d have to agree we’ve yet to have the pleasure of meeting yet; you’ve come at a particularly bad time too cause I’m hungry and questionable things happen when I’m hungry.” He chuckles as he doesn’t slow his pace in the slightest, keeping a brisk walk while the other conversed with him; raising a brow to the young fox as he moved. “That’s a question I suppose you’d have to ask yourself. I assume you know what I am and so you know what I require; so you have two choices in the aid you can offer.” Wyatt speaks and his accent from his birthplace drawls out; an ancient race that never really made it into history, though they were a small tribe that roamed what would now be known as Russia.

“Follow me home and allow me to eat... I have blood on tap or offer yourself as a substitute for the time being.” He spells out the choices, coming to a halt as he finally pays the pupil his attention; his eyes wide with the thirst that more than often claimed his species as submissives to it’s will. “There is some things you should know if you chose to feed me though, there will be pain... these two thousand year old fangs are longer and sharper than most of the other kids these days. There will be pleasure, despite what popular culture and horror movies would like the public believe; it’s much easier to convince a willing and pleased being to give their blood than it is to take it by force... besides blood laced with fear doesn’t taste as good as one would think. Unless your in a full blown bloodlust, than it’s heavenly.” Wyatt sucks in a deep breath as he remembers the golden days of his youth, the decades of tearing throw the Italian lands during the height of the Roman Empire. “I will be taking care of you if you chose to feed though, blood lose in the volume it’ll take will require medical attention and I have a transfusion machine at my house along with snack to keep your blood sugar up.” He says as he smirks a little, fangs unsheathing as he did; the topic a blood bringing on what was know as a fang boner in some circles but in his state... few would blame him and less would stop him from doing what the primitive nature of his species do.

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Of the few things Wyatt had an extreme distaste for, one thing that’d become apparent since he begun teaching was delivering test results to his pupils especially the ones that were lower than what the pupil set out for. However he knew that he needed his students to be able to know the material he taught as well as deliver it in their future careers, so he made a point to allow retests and even offering tutoring to make sure his pupils got the knowledge needed to succeed. With the most recent test having gone out a few days prior and results being delivered the following day; Wyatt knew there’d be a few students coming into his office for a retest and he had a policy where they’d have to pitch why they needed their retest providing solid reasoning as to why they deserved the chance to change their mark.

Sitting at his desk and reading over the latest dissertation from one of his graduate students seeking their doctorate, finding himself pleased with the work they’d done over the year; a knock sounded into the room from his door. “Come in.” He spoke loud enough for the person to hear as he minimized the body of work to give his attention to the person coming into his office. “Good afternoon to you Mr. Talbot, to what do I owe this pleasure?” Wyatt inquires as he folds his hands together on his desk, a small smile presence on his face.

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Today’s schedule was mostly over, which was good in the moment because Wyatt was feeling ravenous at this point; having skipped lunch to prepare a pupil of his for the next step in his doctorate. Collecting his things from his desk and filing them neatly into his bag, Wyatt smiled as he’d finally be able to head to his home and relax for the evening; catch up on some recent studies published throughout the world and perhaps plan his next trip when the semester was out. Through his long life he’d made a point of trying to keep as current as possible with modern and what would eventually be deemed ancient or folk medicines, of course living for two thousand years really gave him a good grip on medicines from around the world among other type of knowledge and insight as to the why, how and what that went into the world of healing and treatment. He was the longest living medicine man after all.

Strapping his bag around his shoulder, Wyatt moved toward the door of this class that opened before him before he got to it to pull it open; inwardly causing Wyatt to groan. “Classes have been out for some hours now, I’m headed home now; so if you need something you’d better be able to walk and talk. I’ve not eaten since this morning and I’m positively ravenous.” He says as he slips out the door not waiting to hear what might have been the opening statement from whoever opened the door; at this point they were honestly liable to become a snack, which he hoped was something they picked up on when he spoke.

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[profwyattdenvers]

“I miss the early days, where the world wasn’t as civil and I could disappear for months in the country side of Italy”