#crhis

[snoopy-fan]

he so silly

[qhuinnbdb]

Matter of Bonding

Qhuinn:   *I paced a thin line into the carpet in my room.  Up and down.  Again and again.  My hands scrubbing over my face and into my hair.  My skin tingled with a sense of uneasiness, but it wasn’t the kind that made your skin crawl.  No, this was different.  It was the kind that made me feel like I needed to do something.  I knew what I needed to do.  The fucking problem was, I didn’t know how to do it.  

 This was unfamiliar territory to me.  The way I felt about Crhis.  The way he stirred up things in me that I haven’t felt since Blay.  This uneasiness was because a part of me wanted to tell Crhis how I felt. But, fuck.  I couldn’t make it work with Blay.  Why would this be any different now.  I wasn’t made for this shit.  I fuck, feed and leave.  That’s what I’m all about.  

 Forcing myself to stop pacing, I headed over to the window.  My mismatched eyes scanned over the gardens.  Even though I was colorblind, the effects of the Angel, Lassiter’s blood gave me the gift of seeing in color.  It didn’t last long, but it was long enough for me to appreciate everything and memorise the colors.  Crhis’s ice blue eyes were one of the pictures that stuck in my memory banks.  Placed on a pedestal.   

 My cock pushed against my leathers at the memory of Crhis.  Maybe that was it.  I hadn’t fucked him in a while.  The last person I fucked was the trainee Grahve and that was a seriously hot session that lasted a day or two.  After that I avoided Crhis, until the mock rotation.  I told Cop that if Crhis was going out in the field, even if it was just for training, he better tell me about it.  I insisted on going along that night and with the lessers that attacked during the training, it fucked up things good and solid.  That was the night I realized I felt more for Crhis than I admitted to myself.  Almost losing him made me go mental as fuck.  If it wasn’t for Cop and Lass holding me back, I would’ve ripped that fucking human doctor into pieces.

 Fuck.  No, I’m not bonded to the trainee.  I can’t be bonded.  I’ll fucking prove it to myself.  I pulled out my phone and fired off a text to Crhis //Meet me in the gym if you’re free//.  I didn’t bother changing my clothes and slammed the door behind me as I made my way to the gym.  My heart beating in my chest like a mofo.

 Crhis:  [Another “rare” free night. Ever since that rotation night, it felt like I’d had more days out of the field than in, most of that time off was spent in the gym getting back into shape. The human doc stitched me up good, and the blood of the Chosen worked the rest of the magic that brought me back full strength.

 Should have been all that happened: typical night out fighting lessers. Bring home the injured, fix them up, send them back out. Not. In all the confusion, or rather just the act of feeding, I’d wanted sex. Not with the Chosen, oddly enough. With Qhuinn. The mere thought of him when my fangs were deep in the female’s vein had me on the verge of cumming in the hospital johnny. The only thing stopping anything further from happening was Vishous standing between the female and Qhuinn, who’d been shackled by Cop’s and Lassiter’s arms. I had no interest in that particular female. And not because she wasn’t beautiful or didn’t do it for me because she was gorgeous. But she didn’t have mismatched eyes. Or dark hair framing a face with pierced brows and lip, or nipple rings that I couldn’t forget if I tried.

 The last time we’d been together was… months ago. Not like I’d sought him out for a second round, but he seemed to avoid being alone with me. Holy hell, those nights we'd been together, I remember vividly enough my sweatpants started to get tight at the seams in the front. Very tight.

 Training went as usual when he taught classes, and even then those nights felt off. Qhuinn had been harder on me, more critical when I made mistakes than when someone else did. I didn’t want favors or to be treated any different than the other trainees. So I pushed myself harder when he was around, stayed longer when he did, pulled more weight to prove myself and asked for more nights on rotation with the Brothers. Yet here I was. Night off and spending it in the dorms with the other trainees. And no Qhuinn in sight. As if he’d be caught dead in the dorms. Right.

 Claiming the large sectional in the corner, I half sprawled out in a huff and reached for the remote. There had to be something decent on the tube to watch. If I had to suffer a night off, with a hard on, there better be some kind of bloody, high speed action I could numb my mind with. Qhuinn’s blood tasted incredible, the way he groaned deep in his throat when my fangs bit deep...  Whoa, where’d that come from? My cock thickened in agreement. Dammit. Fuck this. Flipping channels, I shifted myself around to ease the pressure and just about jumped when my phone went off. Better not be those damn females with another offer to hit a club. Avoided the lot of them that were after only one thing. I liked females just fine, I did. Just not the ones training. Working the cell free and tapping open the messages, my breath caught in my throat as my heart did a triple beat. //Meet me in the gym if you’re free// Oh fuck. My cock jerked in my sweats as if trying to lead me out the door.

 I hesitated all of the amount of time it took to drop the remote, tick out an //OMW// and clear the rec room. My feet leading me out of the dorms and to the tunnels that lead to the training center. Once out of sight of anyone else, I ran as if Lessers were hot on my tail. I didn’t bother to wonder what exactly Qhuinn wanted, but damned if I was going to /not/ show up at a request. Minutes later and out of breath, I pushed through the last of the locked doors and into the gym. The male looked pissed and it put me immediately on the defensive. Eyes narrowed slightly, trying not to swallow my tongue at the sight of Qhuinn. The urge to bite his lip ring was stronger than I’d felt before.] We training after all?

 Qhuinn:  *The sight of Crhis knocked my breath out.  Fuck.  My cock ached and pushed uncomfortably against my leathers and I reached down to adjust myself enough to take my attention away from my throbbing crotch and back to the male in front of me.  Mismatched eyes scanned over his perfect body and settled below his waist.  

 Hmmm, something was going on there.  A slow warning grin spread over my face as I stepped forward slowly.  Closing the distance between us at an anticipating and hauntingly slow pace.  My eyes staying fixed on his until I reach him.  The scent of him had me closing my eyes and drawing in a deep breath.  And damn.. that went straight to my cock.  Without warning I pulled Crhis into my arms and kissed him as if our lives depended on it.  A deep, long, bruising kiss.  My hips grinding against his.  My hands moving around to grip his tight ass and then snaking up all around his body, touching, feeling, until one hand fisted in his hair and the other pressed the small of his back to crush him against me*

 Crhis:  [The look on Qhuinn’s face as his oddly, yet perfectly matched set, of eyes met mine and set my heartbeat into arrhythmia. Unmistakably I caught sight of his hand grabbing the front of his leathers and that alone set my own cock hard. He both shocked and surprised me with the kiss, and I welcomed it with a deep groan against his mouth. All the earlier quandary I’d plagued myself with vanished as I gave in, my hands drew across the male’s sides and back.

 Familiarizing myself again with his hard body, I cursed myself for throwing out all questions and doubt and just went with it; I was more than ready for a release as long as it happened with Qhuinn.

 Inhaling another groan, my fangs nicked the corner of his mouth paving the path for my tongue to tease and lap up a drop of blood. Fuck. Right and wrong thing to do. The sweet coppery taste squeezed my balls hard and had me pushing into the male’s hips with my own. Grabbing Qhuinn by the side of the neck, my free hand shot down to palm the male through his leathers.]

 Qhuinn:  *A low growl rumbled in my chest as Crhis’s hips pressed against mine and his hand palmed my crotch.  Fuck.  I had to get out of these clothes and into mine male before I exploded all over myself.  Being here with him.  Having him in my arms felt right and the universe shifted into gear and aligned everything that didn’t make sense.  Perfect.  That was what this male was to me.  He was perfection.  With a few quick moves, I backed him up against the nearest wall and stripped him of his clothing.  I didn’t afford myself the same cause I had leathers on and fuck, I didn’t have the patience to still get out of them.  I wanted inside MINE male now.  

 My mouth still crushed to his, my hands tugging and arranging us, pulling his leg up over my hip and my hips pushing forward until the tip of my cock teased at his entrance.  With a hiss I pushed into him, filling him with everything I’ve got.  My long, thick cock stretching him wide for me.  

 There was no holding back.  No waiting for him to adjust to my size.  My body reacted with possessive form, taking mine male and fucking him hard.  My mind repeated the word MINE*

 Crhis:  [A low grunt slipped out as my back did a meet ‘n greet with the wall while Qhuinn’s hands worked faster than my mind could catch up in stripping me down. Fuck. This male was not holding back. The way he was pushing me around was a hell of turn on I wasn’t aware I enjoyed. Hands fisted the male’s leathers under a hungry, hooded stare; those mismatched eyes as perfect as Qhuinn’s body. Growling deeply, the sound vibrated low at first and culminated into a roar, my head slapping back against the wall as the harsh stinging pain of his rough entry rode the way to pleasure.]

 Fuck!

 [My fangs lengthened through shattered panting breaths and I snaked a hand up to grab a handful of the male’s hair, jerking his mouth to mine and delivering a rough, biting kiss of my own. Precum dripped from my cock like someone had turned on a hose, all that rough rubbing over Qhuinn’s clothes was the needed friction to make my balls tighten and begin to tingle in warning. And damn if he didn’t have a way of doing to that to me from the first time. Curling my leg around his hip with a sharp growl, I found the rhythm he set and matched it, my hand tugging the male’s hair harder the closer I got.]

 Qhuinn:   *My hips were surging forward at a punishing pace and my body and mind was on board with this.  So much so that I caught the scent around us.  Dark spices.  My bonding scent was filling the air around us and seeping into Crhis’s skin, marking him as mine.  I didn’t miss his reaction to it when he caught the scent as well.  A mix of surprise and confusion played across his face and I went full force animalistic on him. My hand wrapping around his cock and working him hard and fast.  

 Fucking him higher and higher up the wall until my balls tightened and I emptied myself inside him.  Filling him and marking him inside and out. His own release rocked us both and my cock jetted out another string of cum into his tight ass.  The sex was needed and as always I wanted to have something to eat with him and hang around after the sex.  Crhis was the only person I did that with and now there was no confusion as to why.  I was a bonded male.  As fucked up as that was, it was the truth and Crhis and I had a lot to talk about*  We need to talk.

 *I snaked an arm around mine male’s waist and pulled him over to one of the benches, sitting down and pulling him into my lap to straddle me*  

 Crhis:  [Shit happened fast with Qhuinn it made my head spin, but once I caught the dark spices, time slowed. For my mind, def not my body. That exploded like a grenade. My body tensed and with the help of Qhuinn’s hand on my cock, I bucked against him with a roaring growl as spurts of cum jetted coated his hand and the front of both of us. This was needy sex: I needed it and if Qhuinn’s actions were any indicator, so did he.

 Then everything came to a screeching halt with those four words: We need to talk.

 What did I honestly expect? That Qhuinn wanted more than a quick rutting when he was stressed out? I’d heard rumors about Qhuinn’s trysts and knew he’d been involved with Blay for a long while before we’d met. I highly doubted he wanted to discuss a Last Meal date, or maybe he wanted to fill me in a little more on what exactly went on down in that surgery suite. Those thoughts didn’t set well with me but I wasn’t here to find a fuck buddy, I was here to learn to fight, to learn the skills I was getting pretty damn handy with since my arrival so I could ahvenge my family. If I was honest with my hidden feelings, I found myself always looking for Qhuinn during training, or hoping that Butch would sync our rotation schedules.  

 My muscles were still slack and feeling more like stiff jello, my heart pounded for a different reason now. I had little choice and settled my naked ass in Qhuinn’s lap, both hands resting on his shoulders, ice blue eyes trying to get a read on what was about to happen, my lungs filled with his scent.] What’s doin’?

 Qhuinn:   *Fuck.  I’m not good with words.  Especially when it came to expressing my feelings.  But I was good with naked and that gave me the slight courage to open my mouth and count on it not sounding like word vomit*  I’ve been with other Males.. Females..  Humans and vampires alike.  Many…. Too many… Fuck, I’m still seeing other males, but it’s different with you.

 *Stop.  That was not what I wanted to say.  My brain to mouth filter never worked right.  For fuck sakes.  Let’s try this again*  

 What I’m trying to say is that I have feelings for you that go deeper than just sex.  *The look on Crhis’s face almost had me stopping altogether.  Almost.  But if I didn’t get this shit out now and found out how he felt, I would be back pacing the tread out of the carpet in my room again*  

 How do you feel about this?  Us?  

 *After saying that it dawned on me that I hadn’t even asked him if he was seeing someone.  Fuck.  What if he is….*

 Crhis:  [Blink.

 Blink some more.

 Well, that’s one way to kill a libido faster than a Nascar driver could spin a deathroll. I knew the warrior had the impressive bedmate list. But for him to tell me he was still seeing other males.. Talk about a gut shot with a canon round. My body went from post coital loose to tense as I swallowed thickly. Letting my hands drop from his shoulders to rest on my thighs, I was trying to take in what Qhuinn was saying. He’d been fucking other people. Humans, males and females. Still fucking other males...

 And I’d been with Katerina. Very recently. Was I any different? Probably not. But I didn't go looking for others to fuck just because I wanted to. How did I feel about this? I wasn’t going to admit that it twisted my gut, just a little, to hear Qhuinn’s admission to being with others. Hell, I couldn’t even fully admit to /myself/ I was developing one hell of an attraction to the male. That added to the complication. I looked into Qhuinn’s blue and green eyes, not sure exactly what I was going to say or how to not sound like the idiot trainee I was.]

 I thought you’d been avoiding me. Workouts, training. [Not mentioning that the warrior had said something about hanging out with a meal, just the two of us.] Figured you’d moved on, doing you. [Not that I was keeping track of shit like that. I shifted a little and became acutely aware of the dried sweat and cum sticking my skin to Qhuinn’s leathers. His bonding scent still lingered in the air and fuck me if I didn't want to bathe in it. Shit. How did I feel about this, about the fact I was sitting naked with a hell of a softie in a puddle of homemade Elmer’s drying my cock to my balls?] I’ve been with a female. Recently. With thoughts of you all the time. [Yeah, I was pussing out all female-like. I wasn’t giving Katerina’s name, she didn’t deserve to be drug through this developing mess. And Qhuinn had been honest with me, with no names, and he deserved the same from me.]  All the fucking time.

 Qhuinn:   *The sound of voices trailing down the tunnel made me fully aware that I was fully dressed, while Crhis was butt naked.  Lifting up, I pulled him with me to the locker rooms and opened my locker.  I grabbed a pants and a shirt and turned to watch Crhis go to his locker and do the same.  I left my locker open and swung the clothes over the door and headed for the showers*  Let’s get washed up and we can finish this conversation over some food.

 *After we were showered and dressed, we headed up to the main house and into the empty dining room.  A doggen came through from the kitchen as soon as he heard us enter and gave us our food options. All I heard was roast beef and potatoes and I nodded for him to bring us both a plate and some sodas.

 We sat in silence for a few minutes.  I was pissed as fuck.  I had no right to be angry, but I was.  The thought of Crhis with someone else made me furious.  Some part of me wished it was a male so I could have a go at the fucker.  When the doggen arrived with our food and sodas, I took a few bites before finally speaking*  This thing with the female.  Is it serious?  Is it one of the trainees?

 Crhis:  [Shoving my feet back into my shoes, I followed Qhuinn to the manse in silence. The last hour still pinging between my ears. Like it was on the top of my to-do list tonight: impromptu fucking Qhuinn, get an admission from the same male, the one you've been having wet dreams about, that he's been fucking his way around, but then says that with me it's “different”. Different how, exactly? And just who has he been fucki… no. No. I did /not/ want to know the answer to that last one. Because if I knew, I'd be packing my bags and on the shuttle bus out of here with a few broken bones in my hands from killing the male. Or males.

 The doggen was fast with the food, and I barely tasted it as I mechanically chewed, swallowed, take a drink. My mind still trying to wrap around what Qhuinn sprung on me. Another bite. More chewing. Swallow. Bite. Chew. Swallow. Drink. Repeat. It could have been week old roadkill and storm sewage for all I could taste the food.

 Through the buzzing in my mind, Qhuinn's voice brought it all to a silent halt. My eyes flashed to his. The male looked like he was ready to chew the tines off of his fork. What did he have to be pissed about? Wait, what did he ask? Oh, who.]

 [Fuck.] She's off limits for discussion. [I wasn't budging on info on Katerina. But I'd give him a small bite. And no, it's not another trainee. [I thumbed the knife in my hand like I would palm a dagger, waiting for Qhuinn to answer the same question.]

 My turn. [Yeah, may as well hang myself for the answer. Did it really matter? Qhuinn and I were not exclusive, we didn't “date”, we weren't a couple. Casual with benefits was more like it. We each did our own thing. Ice blue eyes locked on Qhuinn's, willing him to tell me it was a bad joke, that he'd been dared to see what my reaction would be. I suddenly felt ill, like all that roadkill I'd just devoured was playing the animal version of the walking dead in my gut.] Who.

 Qhuinn:  *my hands tightened around the fork.  Off limits for discussion?  Is he fucking kidding me?  A low growl pointed out my annoyance at that fucking pathetic answer.  I wanted to know who the fuck he was with and who he was so hell bent on protecting.  The more I thought about it, the more it pissed me off.  

 This wasn’t going the way I thought it would go and what the fuck did I expect.  Sunshine and fucking roses?  Taking a deep breath I said as calmly as I could possible fucking muster*  Ditto.  You won’t talk about her.  I won’t talk about them.

 *It wasn’t the answer he was expecting but he wasn’t getting more out of me than he gave me.  Oh, he did give me a little info… I guess I could return the favor*  I will say that he is a trainee.

 Crhis:  [I didn't stop the growl that burned my chest and throat any more than I could stop the twisted sour feeling gnawing away at my insides. /THEM/?! I wanted to demat and kill each one; lot of good it would have done, Qhuinn wasn't giving up any names. Just that one was a trainee. Aside from me. Was he fucking /all/ the trainees? It didn't matter, I had no claim on the male. And I suddenly wished I had; all those feelings would have made better sense if we'd been closer.

 I shoved my plate back and dropped the silverware with a clatter that brought a doggen racing in. The old Crhis would have thrown the knife into the wall, so chipped Corningware was a better option. Holding my hand up to the doggen, I leveled a pissed off look at Qhuinn.] I've lost my fucking appetite. [The mortified look on the doggen’s face should have made me feel like a prick, and I would have at any other time. If I wasn't ready to rip someone apart.]

 You wanted to know how I feel about “us”? [Standing from my chair, my hands tightened into knuckle-cracking fists before loosening. I felt sick as hell, used. And pissed the royal fuck off. But I refused to admit it hurt that much. Outside of the one time with Katerina, Qhuinn was the only person I'd been with since I came to the program.]

 Why don't you come back and ask me again after you tell all the trainees you're fucking the same thing you just told me.

 Qhuinn:   *Talk about a hissy fit.  One that didn’t even make fucking sense.  He had a female.  What difference does it make if I had other males.  His words struck a nerve and I pushed away from the table.  Brows set low, my voice deep and low to ensure it only reaches his ears*  First.  I’m not fucking all of the trainees.  Only you and one other trainee.  Second.  I haven’t fucked the other males in a while.  Third.  I don’t wear my feelings on my sleeve.  I don’t go around feeling shit for everyone I fuck.  So fuck you.  You clearly think I’m a fuck up.   Go to your female.  I’ll leave you alone.

 *I was beyond pissed off, but my anger was directed at myself rather than at Crhis.  I was a fool to express my feelings to him.  I should’ve known better*   #MatterofBonding 

[diarionegro-a]

I miss you C. Crhis Cornell

[skamenlatino]

Skam – Temporada 4 – clip 03 – Tan Caliente.

Eva: El tuyo parece mierda. Si…pero parece.

Vilde: Eva ¿Qué edad tienes?

Eva: ¿Puedo probar el tuyo?

Sana: Si, se parece al emoticon de la caca.

Vilde: Puedes darme de probar, oh dios mío.

Eva: oh dios mío, ¿Voy a darte de probar?

Vilde: Ok, bueno. ¡El tuyo es delicioso! ¿Qué es? ¿Banana?

Eva: No lo sé, creo que es mango.

Vilde: ¡No lo es!

Sana: ¿Será limón?

Eva: No, si hubiese sido limón lo hubiese probado.

Vilde: Pero sabía (bien) y ese…

Noora: ¿Hay alguien que quiera probar el mío?

Vilde: Si, pero ese sabe…

Eva: No ese es solo vainilla ¿O no?

Chris: Creo que estas vacaciones de Pascua son súper aburridas.

Sana: Deberíamos haber ido a tu cabaña.

Chris: Yo no quiero ir a esa cabaña, yo la conecto con Kasper.

MSM de Elias: ¿Estas en casa? Olvide mis llaves.

Eva: Pero hola, fue chistoso cuando Kasper se paro en la ventana y ustedes dos estaban como “diablos”, y tú gritaste tan fuerte, ¡y yo pensé que alguien había muerto!

Sana: Llama a mamá.

Vilde: Pero hola, tú fuiste la que más se asusto.

Eva: No por Kasper, por la máscara.

Chris: y empezaste a llorar *imitando a Eva llorando*

Vilde: Hola, chicas, he revisado agencias de viaje y cosas así y es muy barato ir y arrendar un apartamento afuera. Podemos ir a Francia, eso sería muy acogedor, solo nosotras estiradas en la playa.

Elias: Ellos no estarán en casa hasta la tarde, tengo que ir a casa ahora, ven a buscarme, tienes que hacerlo puesto que eres mi esclava.

Sana: ¿Donde estas?

Eva: ¿No deberíamos ir a mi casa y ver PH? (Paradise Hotel, reality show noruego)

Chris: ¡Sí!

Vilde: ¿Puedo preguntarle a Magnus si quiere ir también?

Chris: Claro.

Noora: Creo que me iré a casa ahora.

Chris: ¿Por qué?

Noora: No, es que es Eskild, porque Linn me envió un mensaje y decía que él estaba reorganizando mi habitación y le he dicho que si a eso. Les enviare un mensaje después.

*Noora se va*

Vilde: Ok, si…hace eso.

Chris: Adiós...¿Le has dicho que William tiene una novia?

Eva: ¿Qué? No, pensé que habíamos quedado de acuerdo que no lo haríamos.

Elias: entrenando, ven a aquí.

Vilde: ¿Quizás le habrá dicho él? Ella parecía muy triste…

Sana: Tengo que ir y entregarle unas llaves a mi hermano.

Eva: ¿Donde?

Sana: Por acá mismo.

Eva: No deberíamos pasar por ahí entonces, ¿Antes de ir a mí casa?

Chris/Vilde: Si.

Vilde: Creo que lo mejor es encontrarle un nuevo chico a Noora para que se enamore y olvide a William

Eva: Pero a ella le gustan los chicos malos, deberíamos encontrarle chicos malos entonces.

Vilde: Jonas y Mahdi, sería bueno si una de ustedes se junta con uno de ellos.

Eva: ¿En serio? No Vilde.

Vilde: Solo encuentro que es muy aburrido que soy la única con novio y que ustedes se junten sin mí, porque tengo que estar con Magnus.

Sana: ¿Esperen aquí?

Eva: ¿Por qué? Yo creo que Noora no se enamoraría de un chico que ya conocemos, debemos encontrar unos nuevos.

Vilde: Pero deberíamos buscar chicos guapos y cool?

Sana: ¡Elias!

Elias: Hola esclava.

Sana: Toma. (Le lanza las llaves)

Elias: ¿Quiénes son tus amigas?

Vilde: Vilde…

Elias: Elias.

Vilde: Si, entonces los encontramos…

Sana: No, no, no.

[snoopy-fan]

DAAAN AND CRHIS

[deixa-eu-te-fazer-sorrir]

E se eu nunca mais quiser te olhar nos olhos e dizer "Tá tudo bem!" Que eu deixe de ser rude. Se eu só quiser viver minha vida longe de você, quem sabe a gente mude.

[pinkgum-o]

Eu acho que você é a combustão das minhas ideias.

- CRHIS

[seu-bolinho-de-carne]

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