all that's changed | Dylan

[BASIL XAIDEN PRIOR]

It had been stupid to push it and forget to feed like he had. The aquarium ended up with a busted tank the other night, and he'd been trying to get that all in order and fixed. With all the back and forth of that going on; trying to ensure the marine life that had been in said tank survived the incident, having repairs sent in as an emergency, and all the rest of it had taken up all Basil's attention and energy. So he was down on some college classes and assignments, and without blood that was making him get a headache. And worse things then that, which was making him lose more college time and forcing him away from people in general. At least until he had blood running through his system again. Rabbits weren't going to cut it today, because he needed more then they could give without depleting the numbers badly. So it was to the forest that he went once it got dark enough; he did not want to be seen hunting like this in broad daylight. That wouldn't be good.

Parking some yards away from the trees, he got out and put a hand through his hair as he made his way into the forest. Then he searched out the sound of a heartbeat and scent of something warm blooded to take down. The first thing to come across was deer -- a doe to be precise -- a little bit off. The trail smelled pretty fresh, and so he started to track it. It led him further in, and then he could hear the heartbeat, the rushing blood through the animal. He stalked nearer to it; craving the chase that would make the blood pump harder and cause it to taste sweeter. Had to spice it up from the normal calm of a herbivore tonight, and he was all for that. He'd rather hunt for big game -- carnivores -- but right now he couldn't keep a clear enough head to get to a place that would have bear or something better. He'd take what he could get since he needed the blood quickly and badly at this point, making a mental note to pencil in a time to go into the mountains or something for a hunt.

Then he got close enough to the doe, and let a twig snap on purpose. With the sound, the doe sprang into action; running with Basil after it. He could have gotten it almost instantly with his speed, but he needed the adrenaline to sink into the creature's bloodstream first. So a close tail on it was in order, and he kept at it. At least until something that smelled more enticing caught him. Without thinking he changed direction; tuned into the pulse and all too-wolf scent that surrounded it. Predator, and much more appealing. The large black wolf was in his sight now, and he closed the distance between it and himself; pouncing and sinking his fangs in deep. He was feeding quick and hard before he realized something was off. Thankfully he noticed it after only a few gulps... This was better then wolf usually was... bolder... more human-like. He jerked back and away with a snarl. Werewolf. Shit. And if that wasn't bad enough, he knew this one. Knew the blood. Dylan. Backing off with a low groan, he leaned against a tree with narrowed eyes. Just great.

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan simply stretched out on the tree branch, having closed his eyes for a while, falling asleep moments later as he simply rested for about an hour before hearing a gunshot. He almost fell out of the tree, managing to brace the branch before he made himself swing down from one branch to one lower before dropping to the ground, shifting then, wincing as he simply then writhed on the ground for a longer moment. His bones cracked and reformed as he tried to rush the transformation as quickly as he could, his clothing ripping to shreds with ever second. He began to run then as soon as he shifted into his wolf form, his feet padding against the ground until he no longer heard or felt threatened simply sniffing around, hearing a deer and seeing it out of the corner of his eye, simply staring. Just a simple moment of connection before he began to walk again now closer.

Then he heard very quick footsteps, too quick for any hunter or human to be capable of. Then something smelled all too familiar and then something sprung on him and he instantly realized who. Basil. He felt the male’s fangs sink into him, not struggling as his body just rested in his arms, all too familiar with the domain. So many weeks of being used for blood, and at the time in return for pleasure. He simply rested until he felt the male jerk away, blinking and looking at the male, his big blue eyes full of surprise, but knowing he then realized that he knew him. He did not dare come closer yet, simply letting his body jerk back within moments into his human form, laying there, the wound almost healed and he just stood up coming close, and leaned in, “Go ahead. Don’t you need it?” He smiled softly, his blue eyes resting on the males, stretching out his neck, using his fingers to keep the wound from healing and simply took the fingers out. He wondered how much it would drive him crazy, his blood that was.

Still Basil was his friend and if he needed blood like old times, he would definitely give it to him. He had missed the male in all honestly, not having seen him for months. He knew they would have a talk about that, but that conversation could wait. He did not care that he was naked in this moment, rather used to the idea after he had shifted.

[BASIL XAIDEN PRIOR]

It had taken around two months for him to finally get away from anything remotely human blood-wise, and so it was that fact that had Basil upset with the mistaken bite. Oh it was good; much better then bland, purely animal blood. That wasn't up for debate any. It was just the fact that taking the blood now opened up a can of worms for him to be forced to deal with again. It was too bad, because he'd been doing so well keeping away from such blood. Now with the taste of it back in his mouth... it would take time to get it out of his system again. He really hadn't figured out why things had gone astray with the whole feeding-and-giving-pleasure thing, though he had been a bit adrupt with Dylan on the werewolf being around when Nell was.... probably hurt Dylan's feelings then, and looking back on it, he had been pushing the werewolf away for that and other reasons. Basil hadn't really thought that one through, but it had been for the best, right? He was trying to keep himself from harming anyone, and if even staying away from werewolf blood did that, so be it.

Though now that was shot all to hell. Also, with Dylan back to human form -- naked -- this was that much more awkward. And uncomfortable. Probably because the werewolf was attractive, which only made this that much worse for Basil to deal with. Ugh. The several ways of messed up that was this put him on edge. With having let go of Dylan and stepping back to try and regroup from the want of blood, Basil couldn't help but curl his upper lip when the werewolf leaned in, tempting him to take more blood. Inhaling sharply and turning his head away, Basil grimaced. He knew what Dylan was doing, and he couldn't help but feel more annoyed over it. Obviously Basil wanted more of the blood, and he figured that Dylan was hinting to the want of the synthetic feeling of pleasure that could be created while blood was being taken. Which left quite an opening for Basil to mess with Dylan's head just as much as the werewolf was doing to him now. He'd already taken the blood, done the damage to himself anyway. Might as well indulge more at this point.

So he did; reaching out, pulling Dylan into his arms and biting back down. This time he allowed the feeling of pleasure to wash through the werewolf as he drank. It was slow, Basil taking his time with it, kicking the synthetic feelings up a bit more for Dylan then he'd ever done in the past. Let it mess with the werewolf's head; drive him a little crazy on the whole lust side. It was the least Basil could do to keep himself amused over the whole ordeal. And that way he wasn't the only one suffering through it, right? Though the word 'suffering' was circumstantial and in a way that hadn't anything to do with pain. Just unfulfilment, for now. Basil had to force himself to still in the process when he realized his fingers had been trailing over a shoulder, down Dylan's spine; curious. He hadn't even been thinking when he did it, but once he realized, he adruptly stopped. And of course decided that was the time to stop drinking altogether from the werewolf, pushing Dylan at arm's length and sighing, putting a hand through his hair. He felt more irritated now, but it was mostly his own fault.

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan remembered all the drama then, all the times he had desired to go further with Basil in the past, but now, they were just coming back, some of the emotions. He remembered it aching, only to have Basil pushing him away because he loved Nell. Dylan had dealt with his brother dying, his adopted sister Domie having lost herself, the radicals, and then he met Dominic. He would have been there more if all of these things had not come up, but things were changing. Things were a mess and in a few moments, they only got worse. He thought maybe that when he bit him, he’d just give him blood but now he felt pleasure, his mind wanting to revolt for a moment but he couldn’t stop it, just feeling the pleasure take over him. He felt this time it was slower and somehow more teasing and he just clenched his fists softly and then he couldn’t help but be surprised at how the male touched him, even if it was an accident. Dylan had not tried to kiss him or anything because he knew he could not, but that didn’t exactly change the fact that he had cheated on Dominic in that moment..again.

Afterwards, he just looked at the male, his eyes wide, blushing and he simply said, “You shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have…. Basil, I’m with someone and I sort of screwed up and Dominic forgave me, but now I’m not sure he will. Basil, promise me you’ll never please me like that again. OKAY?!” He was freaking out, that much was obvious as he felt himself panicking, his heart racing a bit. Right when he felt like things were finally getting back to normal, they were beginning to fall again. He did not know how he would break it to Dominic and just simply leaned against the nearest tree, looking at the ground. “Shit… how did I not see this?” He asked himself and felt his heart beat painfully, feeling tears already, remembering January and talking to her. He was beginning to wonder what would happen if he did this twice, but he had. He wondered if Dominic would be all so forgiving this time around.

[BASIL XAIDEN PRIOR]

Basil hadn't wanted to go further. Well, he both did and did not, it was hard to figure out where the line began and ended. He was still very much in the closet with his sexuality, and not wanting to be dragged out. Probably ever, honestly. All it did was cause bad things to happen, and so he could not allow it. That fact was burned into his brain, and he would never forget it, or what it meant. How it had affected him, fucked with his life. And it was always when he thought for the briefest of moments that maybe he could enjoy the comforts of another male. That wasn't the way fate wanted it; and Basil had realized such a thing could never work out, and it was a big part of the reason he'd always held Dylan at arm's length over such things. Even when he wanted to give in, to have what was being offered. Dylan was attractive, something Basil couldn't deny to himself -- though he would out loud, of course -- but it could never be anything more then the blood thing. Then some enstranged friendship.

Even that went all to hell though. So much had been going on the months past when they still saw each other or whatever. And yeah, there was Nell. And Basil had loved her, though maybe not enough. Perhaps not the right way, and yet it was deep enough to worry over her safety, to have gone with her had she only let him. But he respected her choice to leave, and he didn't blame her. Not at all. She was immortal, and she had been able to see his emotions. Like the time they had been so very plain to see, when he'd been vulnerable. Nell knew that Basil wasn't as straight as he pretended to be. Maybe that was the last straw for her. He'd never made much in moves on her, he wouldn't take her blood because of how potent it was to him, and then the last blow when he'd handed over Sabriel to Judas while she was there and could see more then most could... He was to blame and he din't try for a moment to deny it. It was what it was.

Like now, with Dylan, these moments. Yeah, Basil knew he'd gone too far with it, but he wanted Dylan to know this wasn't just some game the werewolf could play with him. Not without getting burned in the process. Basil could do terrible things to Dylan -- play with his mind in ways the werewolf couldn't imagine -- and yet even now Basil witholds the worst parts of what he could do, even though Dylan had been baiting him, teasing when Basil been trying so hard to stay clean of bloods anywhere remotely connect to human's blood. So he'd lashed out using the way it had been before, but amped the feeling up more then he'd ever done before. That should teach Dylan. With the look the werewolf was giving him now, Basil felt the point got across well enough. And the words only added fuel to the fire. He moved in closer, hands resting on the tree on either side of Dylan -- but not touching the werewolf -- yet effectively caging him in. Basil narrowed his eyes, curled back his lip. "How does it feel? Not great, huh? And to think of all those times you tried to tempt me, and I had been with someone... Didn't expect to have it thrown back in your face, did you?" It was a sneer, but Basil calmed himself, moved away again. Better to stay away from the naked male. Better to stay away from the temptation he could never allow himself to give in to.

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan simply heard his words, looking into eyes as the male stood in front of him, hands braced on either side of the tree that Dylan propped himself on, but his legs felt weak. He felt like he was going to lose this time, that Dominic was going to leave him. He felt his heart sink back into the way it was when he was worried the first time, but this was a whole new level of intensity. Dominic was so utterly forgiving the first time, but that could change so easily. He did not know how easily the male could be pushed, how easily the male could snap. He had been through so much in his past, and people had limits, hell Dylan had limits and now Basil had pushed them. The words though, he could not deny they were true, but he also found something horrible in them. He had no control of what Basil had just done, he had not asked for it, nor had he completely remembered. There was an anger that took him over.

“I gave you blood for the purpose of being a friend! If you didn’t want it you should have told me to stop! Nor did I ask for you to please me! That is not fair. I had no control over myself moments ago! When I teased you, you had the option of resisting me Basil!” he said, the words coming out in stressed syllables, on the verge of screaming. Then the male had walked away and he shifted out of anger, growling as he took off, managing to catch up with Basil and attacked him, jumping onto him, his claws digging into Basil’s skin. He made a mess of his relationship moments ago and now he would make a mess of the male. Dylan honestly had not deducted that Basil was trying to stay away from him, having backed away. He should have seen it, but he had not. Still, Basil had to realize he was not trying to be mean, that he had offered himself for the male’s purpose of wanting blood. Now the male showed him this and all he could do was feel anger, feeling all the pain that he now did, feeling also so much on the edge of giving up. He looked as red streaked the male for merely moments and so he pulled back and just knew that Basil would most likely attack him now. He was at least prepared for it.

[BASIL XAIDEN PRIOR]

Mostly, Basil wasn't feeling sorry at all. Mostly, he didn't think Dylan should on the whole 'cheating' matter either. It wasn't really the werewolf's fault, not completely. Could be explained away as a simple slip-up, a lapse in judgement towards a deal made months ago that had since been forgotten. At least it seemed to be valid in that way, going by Dylan's reaction now. Dylan hadn't asked this time for the pleasure, true. Bur the deal was what the deal was, and how would it make Basil look if he did not stick to it? Not good, and he kept his deals. If he couldn't keep his word, then what good was he? He wasn't a liar, that much would keep him honest enough. Though yes, he'd find ways around it if he could. Just the way it was. For the most part, Dylan couldn't be held responsible for what had just occured, and nore was it really anything truely physical. The werewolf was clean, and shouldn't have to carry around the guilt. But yeah, Basil wanted him to sweat it out a minute, see how it felt.

The anger from Dylan did not phase him at all, and he only looked irritated over the words. When the werewolf shifted and attacked, Basil was quick to turn the tables and pin the wolf, snarling right back at Dylan and using the power again to block more attacks. Sure, Basil was dosing Dylan up right now, even after knowing the werewolf didn't want it. Again, something Dylan couldn't help and shouldn't be held accountable for. But right now Basil wanted the upper hand, wanted Dylan to feel the pleasure on a higher level. And, of course, keep the attacking at bay, because let's face it, Basil wasn't much of a fighter. Never was, probably never would be. If he had other skills to use, then he would. And he was. So Basil used the synthetic pleasure to do what he could to make Dylan crave him, feel a intense sort of pleasure that would keep his mind from swaying so quickly back to anger. But of course he held the werewolf down, not letting it be anything but within the mind.

He stared down at the wolf, his own internal struggles clouding his mind before he pushed it away. It was good that Dyland was in shifted form; very good. Kept Basil in a more stable frame of mind. "You tempted me with blood and I took it, yes. But I remember our deal; it's blood for pleasure, and I can't automatically know you want to change that unless you say so. Before I start feeding. So none of that was your fault, and now when I use it as self defense, you are also cleared. Don't take it out on me if I can't read your mind, Dylan. You are not responsible for what happened, so let it go." There was a pause as he thought of the clawmarks through his flesh. "And you are really lucky I'm in an understanding mood." He added in a low tone, then he got up, cast a frustrated look at Dylan and left the area, not wanting this to get any uglier. Plus, if Dylan shifted back right now while he was around, it was bound to be a lot worse. For both of them.

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A week later or so, Basil was okay, shopping, but it had to be done. He had to get some rabbit food, and liked to buy it in bulk, as well as stock up on the bedding stuff for them at the same time. So he tried to make the same trip in doing so, load up his SUV, and have it all done for a couple of months to come or so. So it was between carrying the stuff back to the car from the pet store and returning to get more when Basil noticed that familiar scent in the air. Dylan was close by, though Basil just wanted to avoid for right now. So he went to go into the store to grab the last few bags when he ended up nearly bumping into the werewolf. He stilled, looking quite tense -- this was public, after all -- and grimaced, waiting for Dylan to say or do something.

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan was then pressed back into the tree as a wolf and simply wanted to attack him again as soon as that came up despite having the urge to give in two seconds ago. Then he felt it again the pleasure that made him want Basil and he tried to fight it but it was so hard, harder than before, he could feel Basil making it that much harder and of course the anger momentarily went away, but then he couldn’t do it, he couldn’t stay like this. He felt like he needed to shift, but then Basil began to talk. He listened without struggling and simply couldn’t really say anything because he was in his wolf form, but he wanted to on some level apologize. His blue eyes just looked into the male’s much calmer than he had been. He simply watched Basil go and knew he was right, but he wasn’t sure that Dominic would see it this way. He simply saw the look on his face and his ears lowered to his head, feeling bad for a moment and it was his way of apologizing before he decide to sprint off back into the woods in the opposite direction before he shifted and found his bag of clothing he had, simply changing into it then and walking out towards home.

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Dylan could smell him, simply walking down the aisle, searching for food, but he didn’t care nor did he think he could see the male right now. Dominic had left the other night because of what had happened in the woods. Dylan had no sleep and felt horribly guilty about everything. He was not sure if the male would be coming back at all. He just had cried the past few days over the idea that the person he loved most was now out of his life. He was not sure Dominic would ever forgive him for hurting him so much. Then it happened, he collided into Basil, seeing his tense muscles and just looking up at him, the dark rings under his eyes showing. “Sorry,” he said softly and moved to go around him as if it was a stranger, not wanting to talk to him, but he did at the same time. Basil was possibly the one person he would fall for if Dom was not in the picture, but even that was up in the air. He did not want to lose Basil, but he knew it would happen in some way. He couldn’t get involved with the male when he still loved Dominic, when Dominic was something he could not live without. Basil wasn’t even that to him. He just was so vulnerable that he was afraid Basil would use that to his advantage. So as he walked away, a few tears built, not wanting to push people away, but it was what he had to do.

[BASIL XAIDEN PRIOR]

Okay, it had been a hellish week for him, trying to get the taste of Dylan's blood out of his mouth and failing. Even the mountain lion he'd taken down didn't help. Or the bear. He'd run out of things to sway his mind from it, and it made it all the more difficult to sit in class without feeling the all too harsh pull for the blood of those in the room with him. So he had to cut those classes this week, which really irritated him. Basil had all his business paperwork sent home to deal with, as even being around the people working for him from the aquarium or casino was just too much for him to be around much. Small doses, that's as far as he could take the company of others around him. But the rabbits still needed to eat, and so he figured he'd be able to manage a quick trip to the store before he went stir-crazy from being in the house too long.

It was a good sized house though, but even with all the space, all the things to do to occupy himself, the place felt so empty. Nothing like living in a house so big it had wings that no one else lived in to make someone feel lonely. He still had the smaller house with the barn for the rabbits, but he supposed he could probably rent it out or something... maybe. He really wasn't sure what he wanted to do with it. With the new house all built and the pool getting fixed up, Basil had little time to spend dealing with the other house. And it didn't make him feel any less alone to be there, either. At least now and then he got to watch Sabriel, which helped. Thankfully not this week, as he was way too high-strung to deal well with it. Basil didn't want Sabriel to be near him when he was like this. He certainly did not want Judas to see him like this and take away his visiting days. That worried Basil quite a bit.

These things left his thoughts when Dylan ran into him, and he noted the tired look of the werewolf, the dark rings around Dylan's eyes. He wondered at that, but he knew he shouldn't ask. Not his place to do so, and so he tried to put it out of his mind, wondering what the werewolf would say to him, if anything. It took only seconds for these thoughts to run through his mind, and in that time he heard the apology. Frowning when Dylan started to go around him, Basil reacted. He wasn't sure what he was thinking -- if he was thinking at all -- when he quickly reached out to grab Dylan before the werewolf could leave; kissing him soundly. He shouldn't have done it for so many reasons, but after everything; he felt that he needed to. To get it out of his system. Then he stepped back. "I figured I might regret never doing that, if I hadn't..." It was all he could give in explination over his actions. But it could not happen again. He knew that.

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan simply had never pictured himself back to square one. He would have taken torture from Dahlia over this any day of the week. This pain that gripped his heart seemed to be the worse type of pain. He was also now very alone, and there’s really no difference between his situation now then his situation for the first good portion of his life. He loved these two men and one of them was right there, someone he could make a move on, and the other one he had no idea where he was. He wanted the second more than the first and he was not sure exactly why, there was just feeling that Dominic completed him more than any other person could. Aariana and Basil had been the other two people but there had always been things that came up, things that eventually stepped in between them. Then again, look at them now, Dylan had put a brick wall between them and now he was not sure if they would ever talk again, but he would wait until that was final.

Dylan had never expected this next thing though, not from Basil. He felt himself being grabbed and then a moment later kissed, not moving, entirely too shocked to move and honestly had emotions that were the opposite. He was stuck between kissing the male back or pushing him away, but he kissed him back slightly before bracing his hands on the male’s chest, pushing him back, or trying too and even then Basil had simply pulled back a few moments later and heard his words and just was speechless for a moment. Dylan watched him step back which was a good choice because he felt like yelling, but he could not. “I can’t do this right now, Basil. I can’t,” he said, tears building and just was on the verge of breaking in front of everyone, in front of Basil. He wanted to tell him that he loved him, but he held it back, using every fiber of his being because it would complicate so much. “Dominic left me, Basil. I don’t know if he’s coming back or even loves me anymore. I just can’t do this. I need space. I need time,” he said and felt like he should say to leave him alone but he couldn’t say that either.

[DOMINIC LUCIAN AVERIN]

dominic was starting to doubt the value of life again. after all the shit with his dad, he had been pretty doubtful about ever finding love; after a hundred years without anyone to even peak his interest, the hybrid had thought no one could do it. he thought he would have been living forever alone with his insane brother, listening to the tales of the person he raped or killed or . . . well, whatever he did. dominic had long ago stopped trying to stop his brother from doing anything violent - it was impossible to do that. dimitri would do what he wanted, and that was that. he couldn't get the police involved, either, because he loved his brother too much. after all this shit, he still loved dimitri.

but then he'd found dylan. probably the most random of encounters, dominic had soon found that he cared for the werewolf. it didn't take too long for him to realize he was actually demisexual instead of asexual, as he thought he had been for years and years. after dylan's first screw - up, dominic had forgiven him. the hybrid didn't know too well how relationships worked, and dylan seemed sincerely sorry . . . and he had been drunk. in dom's mind, that zayden character had taken advantage of dylan - that wasn't dyl's fault at all. this, though? letting an old buddy please him? dominic didn't want excuses anymore . . . it took all his strength, but he had left dylan. it wasn't really a for sure thing, but dominic just needed some space. yeah, that's it; they weren't completely split, in dom's mind, only taking a break.

people did that, right?

after he left, though, dominic felt like shit. he felt even worse than after he had escaped from his father. he let out a sigh, shoving his hands in his hoodie pocket. the hood pulled up over his face, the new owl tattoo on his neck was barely recognizable. if anyone really knew him, they would know that new tattoos for him weren't a good thing; they always meant he was in pain. dominic had missed the feel of the needle in him, so getting the new neck tat had been too tempting after the pain of dylan. now that he had it, he didn't know what to do; all he could do lately was wonder around the city, hoping to find something interesting. well, once or twice he had tried to see if anyone could excite him as dylan had, but they all failed. only dylan could get that reaction out of him.

all of a sudden, he could smell someone familiar. hearing the voice as well, dominic knew who it was. dylan. he gulped, wondering if he should even look up to meet the male's eyes and chat. no, that would he too awkward. the hybrid had been planning to talk to dylan soon, but . . . not this soon. with a deep breath, he looked up, at least wanting to see his (ex?) boyfriend's face, see how he was doing. he hadn't been expecting to see dylan sucking face with some vampire. the hybrid's blood boiled, the demon inside of him wanting to change his eyes black, but it didn't seem to have the strength. that man had to be basil - who else could it be?! it didn't take dominic long to decide his course of action.

dominic was nearly there when he heard their last little exchange. " i think you'll fucking regret actually kissing him more, " he growled, his rage kind of blocking out what dylan had said. without thinking too much, dom pulled his arm back and aimed a punch for basil's head. if he missed, he planned to aim a second for his chest. " you fucking touch my boyfriend again and you can bet your ass i'll make you pay, " he finished, not looking to dylan. he knew he wouldn't be able to stand whatever look dylan had on his face; no, now he was focused on basil, on whether or not he would retaliate. dominic flexed his hands, practically feeling his tattoos burning, feeling the magic from the owl kicking into gear.

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notes: shit got real! also be happy, this was on my phone @.@
outfit: tba lol

[BASIL XAIDEN PRIOR]

i can be an asshole of the grandest kind;
i can withhold like it's going out of style

Basil was a bit shocked that Dylan had kissed him back, but it told him all he needed to know. Probably more then he wanted to know, honestly. There was nothing here, and Basil wasn't going to pretend there was. He had come to terms with most of these things, and with that in his mind, it was all too easy to just go for a kiss. Might as well so he didn't have to think about it again, or what it might have been like if he never did it. Not really something Basil was interested in pondering over more then he already had. Now he could simply put it all behind him and move on from it. So when Dylan went to push him back, he had already started moving away from the werewolf. He just looked at Dylan in that moment, then heard the words. "I don't want you to do anything, Dylan. Not now, and not again. It's just the way it is. I don't have anything to offer anyone, not like that." He responded bluntly. He wasn't going to sugarcoat any of it for the werewolf. And Dylan was going through enough shit not to have it all spelled out for him. That was it, the end.

He should have been paying attention to things going on around him, but he hadn't been. That was why he'd only had a moment to move very slightly before the fist connected with his head; the side of his face. He had only just registered the words before that sickening sound resounded in his head. He had to blink a moment, still staring at Dylan. "Also, I'm not gay." It was a defense, and also said because he wanted to convince himself more then anything. So the guy who had punched him must be Dominic. "He doesn't look very 'left' to me." It was stated in a jokingly conspirital whisper, but obviously meant for both to hear. He glanced back at the hybrid, a hand moving to touch the side of his face that felt like it was burning or something. Yep, a nice fracture to deal with. Interesting. "Dude, I think you actually broke my face. Which, ow. If I were human, I'd probably bleed into my brain and die, so... kudos." And there it was, wiseass Basil shining through and dealing with all that occured in the way he knew best. Being a sarcastic jackass.

And then the blood started running from his nose. Then from the ear on the side that had been hit. Just great. "Well fuck. I have enough blood problems, and now I'm bleeding out of my head." He said drolly, making a face and giving a roll of his eyes. Which made it terribly hard for him to not zero in on the sound of Dylan's heartbeat. His pupils dilated, and he couldn't drag his gaze away from the werwolf, even as he responded to the hybrid's last words. "Why do you think I need to touch him to do it?" He smirked, bemused. "I can make him come to me without lifting a finger. And you don't want to hit me again, halfbreed. I can make him forget you in seconds." The words were low, his eyes narrowing on Dylan. "Or... I can make you both forget I ever kissed him. And feeding from him last week..." Basil was finally able to rip his eyes away from Dylan for a moment, even as the sound of the werewolf's pulse rang in his ears. "Doesn't really matter, because he can hide it all he wants, but in the back of his mind he'll always wonder what it might have been like..." His gaze returned to Dylan. "Do you want to forget what happened? I'm sure it'll be easier for all of us.." He asked evenly, waiting.

i can be the moodiest baby; and you've never met anyone
who is as negative as i am sometimes

[DYLAN JAMES COLLINS]

Dylan simply listened to his words, hearing how blunt he was and then felt horrible, the male having tugged at his heart strings a bit. “Basil, don’t say that. You will find someone. Just because it won’t work out with me, doesn’t mean it won’t work with someone else.” He heard his next words and blinked, just not believing him on that part, but then he saw a chain of events that had happened quickly, hearing the bone crack, his eyes wide with shock. Then he heard Dominic and was even more shocked, feeling tears then come to his eyes. “B-boyfriend? I’m still that to you?” He asked him, feeling his heart still for a moment. He heard Basil then, the other part and heard how he threatened, hearing him talk, his eyes resting on Basil’s for the longest time as he stared at him. He knew he was losing blood fast. He was worried and his heart was beating even faster. He could not move though as if he was frozen. This was a choice, but he needed to find the medium, maybe where there would not necessarily be entire happiness for both Dominic and Basil.

With Basil’s question, he simply moved in between them. He was not going to have them fighting, he had to stop this before either of them hurt each other or worse, died. He simply looked at Dominic, “I love you so much, more than anything in this world. I know my actions haven’t exactly been proof of that, but I need you to trust me again, no matter how long it takes. I want to get through this with you, not apart. I promise I’ll change, but you must let me do one more thing. He’s my friend and I need to help him right now. Just please don’t leave,” he said, tears falling slowly down his cheeks as he simply then crouched down in front of Basil, “I don’t want to forget you, or any of the times we’ve had together. You helped me through some of the darkest times, Basil. I don’t honestly know what I could have done if I had not met you. I may not even have been here if I hadn’t. I need you to drink though. Just don’t make me regret doing this though. Taking my blood without any mind effects, please.”

He would not say he loved him in front of Dominic, but he was not even sure if Basil loved him so he did not want to make the situation worse when it was already pretty bad. He saw the blood rolling down his face and simply brushed the streak off with the edge of his sleeve and still held his wrist in front of the male. He knew this would be the last time they saw each other and he did not want it to be that way, but part of him knew it had to be. Tears fell slowly from the whole situation, just wanting to be happy again and not wanting to hurt anyone again.

[JURATE]

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