Lost & Broken ( Patrick )

[Legion]

Patrick watched from below her, that look of desire never leaving his face. While he was enjoying her immensely his mind was beginning to focus on what he needed to do. He needed to be stronger before he started. She needed this. Far more then she realized, or possibly realized. And Patrick would give it to her, one way or the other, though this was far preferable to the alternative.

Patrick looked at her, watching her as she looked some what confused. The mental struggle going on inside her somewhat evident. Patrick knew that she was the docile side that Earth had fragmented. Even though she was more of herself then other times, she was still being pulled by the nature Earth had created. He could see the confusion that emanated from her. Part of that had to come from how he knew, seeing as they had never done this before, but Patrick's lips were sealed. She wouldn't know about her mother's involvement until Feht was banished, back in her rightful place. As phee only in the recesses of her mind. Until then it was just too dangerous to let her know. He gave a slight chuckle at her growl, finding it to be rather cute.

As she leaned down, lips brushing past his jaws he would once again inhale her scent, giving another hiss as she bit his neck. It was harder then before, but not enough. Nowhere near enough to draw the blood that she so needed, and he wanted so badly to give to her. She told him that she couldn't, thrusting her hips down on him further. Patrick let out a sigh, teased he was, and oh did he want her. But this was more important then that.

"Ye can," Patrick whispered in her ear, "I believe in ye."

"Besides," There was a slight beg to his tone, laced with desire, "The scars on my body hold nothing but failures and regrets. I wouldn't mind having a few good ones. A few of yers."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She was conflicted. She wanted to please him, she wanted to give him what he wished for, and yet at the same time, it was just not in her to do those kind of things. Not anymore at least. His whisper against her ear causing her to shiver ever so slightly as she gave a soft little whimper in response. She was torn here, torn between what she thought she was capable of doing and what she knew he wanted her to do.

Her lips continued to trail down his neck, hands freeing themselves from his grasp so that they could work their way down his chest once more, nails dragging in trails along his sides slowly....roughly.....feeling her nails as they dug into his flesh. That nagging sensation in the back of her mind growing worse, causing her to wince ever so slightly, though the action was hidden as her face was currently buried against the side of his neck.

She growled once more, trying hard to find it in her to do what he asked, and yet her mouth would open to protest once more, to tell him that she couldn't, that she was sorry...But then he spoke once more, his words laced with that slightly begging tone, almost as if he was pleading with her to do this for him. Some part of her seeming to flare to life with that thought.

Hadn't she just been thinking about how badly she wanted to be able to please him? To give him some form of salvation like he delivered to her? Well this was her chance, right? She growled once more, another bite delivered to his neck, this time a bit harder than the last, but still lacking the force that she needed to draw blood. He wanted to be marked by her. He wanted to have scars from her. For the world to see that he belonged to her....The thought alone excited her, caused her to moan softly. "Baby I..." She what? Gods she forgot what she was going to say. The scent of him consuming her senses and the feel of his body beneath her hands making her want him all the more. Lust and passion clouding her mind, those words playing over and over again in her head.

Again her lips would trail along his neck, tongue slowly tracing over the spot where she had bitten only moments before. If anything she had merely left a slight red mark there, and yet she knew that he wanted more. Her fingers curled tighter against him, her grip rather strong now as she struggled with the war going on inside her head.

Slowly her lips would part, teeth grazing against his neck. Though this time there was something different in the manner in which she did this....it was hesitant, almost as though she wanted to, as if she got right there to the edge of giving in and then held herself back. Her breath shaky as it fell across his skin, everything seeming to have slowed in that instant, her body falling still upon his as she closed her eyes and inhaled his scent once more. So close to losing it, so close to surrendering to it...and yet something kept her held back, something inside that kept her from fully losing her control in that moment.

[Legion]

There was hesitance, a lot of hesitance. He heard her whimper, although her hesitance wasn't exactly unexpected. When she dug her nails deeper in him then before he hissed in pleasure, continuing to reinforce that, as his own hands ran down her arms, past the material of his shirt and up to her shoulders. Holding her as she seemed to be struggling inside. Patrick thought she was going to refuse, to protest, but then, his words seemed to spark something inside of her. He felt her cold teeth on the side of his neck, followed by the bite, this time stronger then all the others. A hiss of delight escaped Patrick's lips, though he knew that it hadn't been enough.

"Oooh," He sighed in pleasure and encouragement. A slight urge pressing her on to continue, "almost, almost."

As she would return to his neck, lips and tongue brushing against where she had bit him he would move and hand up to behind her neck. Brushing and dragging across her as his fingers made their way into her locks of hair. She let her teeth rest upon his neck again, as Patrick gave a swift inhale, taking in her scent, waiting for her to bite him again. His breath hitched waiting in anticipation. Though her manner seemed to suggest hesitation and every point. Almost as if she was about to bite him, for real, or simply refuse. As Patrick waited with bated breath, his hand restraining from pulling her into him, although definitely firm he gave a slight gasp same tone of desire and need for her to draw blood as before, "Do it."

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Everything he did, every word he spoke proved to weaken whatever resolve she had that said she could not bite him the way that he was asking her to. No, they had gone past asking....he begged her to do it...Every hiss of pleasure, every groan...the way his body moved and his hands gripped her...He was urging her to bite him, to mark him....The thought once more sending a chill down her spine as she felt his fingers curl within her hair.

A rather heated moan given in response to such. It felt so amazing to have his hand gripping her hair like that. To feel him holding her so firmly. And yet, despite how much she was lost in that sensation there was that ever present nagging in the back of her mind to fulfill his request and give into what he was asking of her. Then, as if she was not already weakened enough to the idea, he spoke again...Almost...she had almost been there, almost given him what he seemed to be wanting from her most in this moment.

She moaned, trailed quickly by a soft whimper as she struggled with the thoughts inside her head...and then she heard it, the way his breath caught in his throat, the way he held on with anticipation, wanting her to, needing her to. She could feel it as sure as she could feel her own desire and lust growing and intensifying as she rocked her hips down upon him once more.

She was so very close to giving in. Right there on the edge and ready to fall.....and then, as if to offer one last final push, he gasped and in the same needy and desire filled tone told her to do it....Such simple words, but after having built her up to this point, those words were all it took. A rather heated, feral growl escaping her lips, nothing like the one that had come before as a gesture of frustration. No, this one was primal in nature and spoke of a dominate, animalistic nature that demanded she claim what was hers, "All mine...", teeth sinking into his neck roughly, as roughly as she could possibly manage, and a shudder coursing down her spine as the copper tinge of his blood washed over her tongue.

It was then that whatever part of her that had been hiding that hunger from her mind snapped. A sudden wave of hunger and need washing over her as her small body pressed into his and her teeth pulled back. Yet she did not go far, only moving enough so that she could instead lap at the blood which came from the wound on his neck...lips locking around it and hungrily drinking down that blood as though she could not get enough of it. A little moaning sound rumbling from within her throat....almost a content, purring of sorts...Her muscles seeming to relax as her head laid to one side, simply indulging in the taste of him, of his blood....not even aware, until now, how desperately she had needed it.

[Legion]

She growled again, this time in a manner that was markedly different from the other times today she had growled. This one was more feral, more real, less restrained then the other times. Growling that he was hers, only hers. Well perhaps that was a rather sophisticated way of putting it. More simply, she and claimed him as her property, something he was more then glad to allow.

And it was with that that Patrick finally felt her teeth sink into his neck, no restraint this time. He hissed, giving a slight growl of his own as he felt the sting of her teeth in his flesh, the warm red fluid flowing out. The sting of her poking and prodding tongue, lapping the blood up. He felt her teeth leave his skin as her lips closed around his neck where she had bit him. Her tongue continuing to lap the blood up.

As she'd continue to lap at his blood, he'd give a content sigh, her head still in his hand holding her close. He'd sigh again as he held her to his neck to drink her fill, "Oh, that's good."

Bit of the double meaning there. As the pain began to settle it moved into a more pleasurable sensation, though that hadn't shied him away. He had found pleasure in it, but more satisfaction came from the fact that she did it. That she fulfilled, or at least was in the process of fulfilling a need that she had been starved from. Patrick wasn't sure how much she needed, but he was more then happy to fulfill it. It was a small price to pay to keep her alive and well. A smile graced his lips, he hadn't been lying though, he was perfectly alright with the idea of her leaving scars on him...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

Her mind was quickly becoming clouded with the blood lust that she suddenly had thrust upon her. It had been months since she had indulged in this little addiction of hers, but then, it had been months since she had craved it. She had always just assumed, that when Earth had destroyed Phee that it had destroyed that part of her as well. But now, with that blood washing down her throat and the senses it had once sparked firing to life, she knew that to not be the case. She was starving, and for the first time since being set free from that room, she felt as though she were actually getting something substantial into her system.

Sure, she had been trying to eat since she had been set free....but it was always as though something was missing, as if she could never feel sated...But now, even though she was still very much starving, it was closer to that feeling of satisfied than she had been in some time. Yet along with the blood lust came another kind of need, one that she had associated with it before, but that now seemed amplified to a much higher degree. Her little body shifting atop fo his, hips rocking down harder onto him as she gave a soft little whimper, however muffled against his neck as her lips had yet to pull away.

She needed him. It wasn't just a basic lust anymore, but a down and out need that she had to have filled. Her body aching for it, quite literally. Perhaps it was the fact that he had wanted her to mark him, perhaps it was the fact that it was him who she was able to indulge in after so long of being without....Though something told her it was more than that, like it was something that had been wired into her head. She didn't know why, but she got the distinct feeling that blood, sex and pain were linked together somehow.

Whimpering softly once more, she would slide her hands up under his shirt once more, nails dragging against his flesh as she would finally tear herself away from his neck, feeling the wound start to clot over, the blood flow ceasing. As a bit of blood stained her lips, a little more would dribble down her chin as she shifted to sit up, panting heavily as her body trembled with that new need that was quickly burning its way through her.

Pulling her hands back, she would reach down and grab the ends of her shirt, pulling it off over her head and tossing it aside, leaving her in just her jeans and bra now. With those dark locks spilling down around her shoulders and across her face, those big blue eyes would look down at him, an almost pleading look held within her gaze. Yet she didn't say anything, but instead leaned in and nuzzled softly and affectionately into the opposite side of his neck from the one she had bitten. "Baby...I need it..please.." Her words practically begging. She needed to be with him, she needed to feel him against her....She wasn't sure she could stand having to wait much longer, not with the way she was currently feeling.

Sure, there were other things...like that strong, overwhelming desire to have him bite her as well...to mark her as his, to give her pain....but she struggled not to ask him..She struggled to keep that locked away....but it was hard, and it was all too clear there was something she wasn't saying. Still, she would softly bite along his shoulder, not breaking the skin this time, though the urge was there just the same. Her actions, the way her body moved atop his, the way her hands grasped at him and her whimpers pleaded with him....they all spoke of a girl who was quite desperate and in need of something...Even if she didn't understand why this need was suddenly so strong...she just knew she had to fill it. "Please make it better baby...please....just make me forget...just make me better.." The words escaping her in a heated rush, not really grasping what she was asking him, as her mind was a bit clouded and mixed up right now due to the sudden reintroduction of blood to her diet. It was like something was coming undone up inside her mind, and she was caught in the midst of it without a clue why or how to stop it.

[Legion]

Patrick lay there, holding onto her as she drank his blood. While he very much enjoyed how close they were, it was well, weird in some regards. He had to admit it was a first. To have someone bite him and drink his blood. His eyes closed as she drank, focusing on her as he held her close. He gave a soft groan as she rocked her hips down on him, desire once again rising sharply. Although Patrick had to admit he was rather at a loss as to what to do as she fulfilled her need. He didn't want to disturb her or make her stop. Because while he didn't quite understand the condition he understood what happened if she didn't fulfill her need. He sighed feeling her nails and fingers on him as she pulled away, sitting up on him.

He gave her a grin as he noticed that there was blood dripping down her chin, his blood. Who would have ever though he found that remotely attractive? Certainly not him, not until now at least. Patrick was no masochist, no deviant, but all the same. His desire for her only increasing as she pulled off her shirt. As dark as it was, his eyes were well enough adjusted to make her figure out. His eyes meeting hers, locked together for that moment. Her pleading in hers, nothing but desire in his. He inhaled her scent deeply again as she nuzzled into him, on the side opposite where she had bit him, her scent mixed with blood. As she begged him Patrick replied, desire not to make her wait too much longer clearly in his voice, "Ye don't have to tell me twice."

He nipped at her ear playfully, turning her head and trailing his lips, kissing his way to hers, where he met her in a passion filled kiss, that deepened rather quickly. Tasting her, and his blood on her lips. A first, but not an unwelcoming one. When he broke the kiss noticed there was something off. Not necessarily that she was displeased, but something was off about her. Not entirely sure what it was, so he whispered, on her lips, "What is it?"

She begged him to make her forget, to make it better, to fix her. It made him give a brief frown. How desperately he desired to do so. Now he had the means he intended to fully. Nothing would stop him, except the proper method. Patrick would do this right, however there was one thing more he had to ask.

"I will," He whispered, rubbing his nose against hers, "But I have to ask, do ye trust me?"

It was simple, his methods of making her better were not going to be without pain. In fact he highly suspected that they'd be incredibly painful. He didn't want to hurt her though, ever. But it was better then the alternative. He would give her a moment to answer, and provided there wasn't a long deviation, Patrick would pull her into another passion filled kiss...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She let her eyes linger upon him, watching as his eyes roamed over her body, sensing that desire and lust that filled him once more. Even in the dark she could see well enough to make out the way in which he was looking at her. Spending so many months living in the dark, she had learned rather quickly how to see, her eyes adapting to it better than you might have thought they would.

So yes, she could see the way that he looked at her. She could see his reaction to seeing her body as she peeled away that shirt....and just like it had the night in the hotel room, it made her heart race because she didn't have to look down to see what he was seeing....A large scar that ran up her right side, several smaller ones across her stomach and a few on her chest....and of course the one that trailed from one side of her throat to the other. It was only a fraction of the scars left behind by Earth and his torture sessions.....but the fact was, when Patrick looked at her, she could honestly tell how beautiful he thought she was. For her, that was a big deal, especially seeing as how she had never thought herself all that beautiful to start with....then after the torture, and the scars...well yeah.

Smiling down at him, her hand would move forward and little fingers would slowly trace along his cheek, then she would lower down and nuzzle into him....His response t her begging making her want him that much more, a little shiver as she felt his lips slowly trailing along her flesh before coming to press against her own rather passionately. The fact that he didn't flinch or pull back at the taste of his own blood that was held within her kiss only making her care that much more for him. He wasn't questioning her. He wasn't trying to pretend like it was okay....No, it really was okay. That alone speaking volumes more about how he felt for her than any real words could possibly do.

Yet then he pulled back, and would ask her what was wrong, a small whimper choked back within her throat as she turned her eyes away for a moment and shook her head. He had been far too accepting of her thus far, she did not want to push that or test it too much right now. It would destroy her if she did something that made her change the way he looked at her......She just loved the look in his eyes far too much to risk losing that. "N..Nothing..." A brief slip up in her speech, likely a good indicator that there was something she felt nervous about. Though she found herself quickly distracted by the question that he posed.

It seemed a bit odd, to ask such a thing here and now, especially considering what she had just asked of him. Yet she didn't really need time to think it over, the answer coming forth all too obvious in her mind. "Yes. With all my heart." It was true. Sure, she had valid reasons not to trust him, more than enough some would say, but she did none the less. Perhaps Kazumi was just too sweet. Too nice a person deep down to not trust somebody she was close to...Or maybe it was just that she saw something in him, something she had seen the first time they met, that made her want to trust him so fully. Whatever it was, she would soon have her thoughts cut off as he delivered yet another passionate kiss to her lips....A little moan once more escaping, muffled into the kiss as she slid her body along his, another soft rock of her hips to signal that her body still ached and burned with that need for him....mind trying desperately to brush aside that need for pain that was all too quickly rising up, and her kiss intensifying as both a means to show him how much she wanted him and to try and distract herself from those not so normal thoughts.

[Legion]

She lied to him. Patrick could tell that much. There was something bothering her, or something else but Patrick couldn't put his finger on it. There were no real indicators other then the fact that she was lying to him for him to go off of. Patrick frowned, her tone and stuttering had told him everything he had needed to know. He wanted to press on but ultimately he didn't, things getting too wrapped up in other matters and what not. The usual conversation paths you want to take but get lost on. He figured if it were that important then he would hear about it and deal with it later.

When she told him that she trusted him with all of her heart, that made his skip a beat. The idea of having someone trust him, well, it might have been weird but it felt good. Trusting him for him. That was different then the trusts he had gained with the sole intention of betraying. For him, trust was a rare commodity to truly find. While he felt elated, there was an uneasiness he felt deep down. He had betrayed so many people's trust before. Shatter so many dream, broken so many promises. Patrick didn't want to do that anymore. He didn't want to risk her trust with what was coming, but he had to do it. The necessity always overcoming his desire to not do something. Patrick would help her, but there was a part of him that was scared to lose her in it. But he knew she would have every right to leave. Hell, he had never given anyone reason to trust him, or if he did he only threw it in their face, betrayed them in some way.

All that was brushed away as they made their way back at it. Kissing her passionately he felt her rock of the hips and gave her one of her own, with a sigh. As the kiss intensified so did his desire for her again. Him too growing impatient, the need rising inside of him. Patrick's hand going to the button on her jeans, working to undo them...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

For a moment there, she felt like his mind went somewhere else. Like for just a split second he wasn't here with her but thinking about something else which was weighing down upon him. That slight frown easily detected when she lied to him about their being nothing wrong. It hurt...to see that look....to know that she had lied to him when he had given her no reason to think she needed to.

Then as he got distracted, it only made her more certain of the fact that something was going on. She just couldn't put her finger on it. A little tilt of her head as she would look at him before becoming lost in the kiss that they once more shared. Softly she would moan, feeling his hands move to work at undoing her pants. That need again flaring up inside of her to the point that it genuinely caused physical discomfort to settle into her body, drawing forth another soft whimper from her. She didn't understand why she felt that way, it scared her just a bit as well as confused her....though those emotions were easily lost in the lust and desire she felt for him just then. Still, the more she began to desire him, the more and more that other need began to rise up inside of her....her body reacting to it by feeling discomfort and unease, the urge to literally cry out from it so strong that it took everything she had to resist.

Finally, it hit a point where she wasn't sure she could take it any longer. Her mind was in chaos and her body on fire, a distinct linking in her brain between the blood she had drank and the fact that she needed sex and she needed pain....and despite being scared...Scared of where such thoughts and urges were coming from and scared of what he would think, or how he would look at her if she told him, she finally gave into the fact that she had no other choice. She did trust him, and she was going to have to trust that nothing she did or said would make him look at her the way other had...like she was a freak or something.

Breaking away from that kiss, she panted softly, trying desperately to catch her breath as she looked into his eyes, her own having changed from their deep blue color to something more along the lines of amethyst laced with crimson, though she had no clue about this. "Baby...." She hesitated, seeming to shrink away just slightly as she tried her best to form the words that she wanted to say. "Mark me baby....Please....I need it...I can't explain it, I...I don't understand it...But I need it, so bad..." Her tone evidence of such, that desperation and need bleeding through into her words before she would lower her head and again softly kiss and nuzzle into the side of his neck, teeth grazing his flesh as she shuddered with the thoughts of tasting his blood once more. Small hands moving now to undo his pants as well, her body screaming for attention....craving it like she had never craved it before. In fact, it was to the point now, that she was certain if they had to stop she would be in actual physical pain from how badly her mind told her she needed it.

[Legion]

During their kiss Patrick began to notice that something was off. He heard the whimper. As the kiss continued he began to notice her discomfort. When she lied to him he had figured that he could just brush it off. That it would be something that wasn't non essential and they could deal with later. But as time went on, that was appearing to be less and less the case. Patrick could tell not only from the whimper but the way she kissed him. It seemed less and less comfortable to her. He was about to break off but before he could she did panting.

Patrick's face hid no concern, frowning as he looked into her eyes. He was able to notice that there was something different about them as well. While he had seem amethyst in her eyes before, he was pretty certain it had not been under these circumstances, nor had he ever seen crimson in her eyes. When she finally spoke up she did so so sheepishly. So desperately. Patrick frowned. He highly doubted that this was some idle thing. That this was an extension of her condition, no he was sure Kevala would have told him. And after their other intimate encounters, and everything leading up to this so far Patrick highly doubted this was some fetish she was decided to spring on him now. No, Patrick was certain she needed that, and that it came from Feht, earth, whatever.

At the same time though, Patrick didn't want to hurt her. He didn't want to mark her anymore. Even if this was an earth thing. Yeah, he knew full well that he would have to hurt her later, more then likely. But that was different. This was intimate. Sure she had bitten him but that was a condition she actually had. He didn't want to bring this into merging personalities. Call him romantic, idealistic, crazy, whatever, he just wanted to keep the stuff he related to torture out of their intimacy. Contradictory with her biting him? Maybe. But he had always made an effort to keep his torture away from sex, even though this may not have been that. Patrick's hesitance was fairly clear at this point.

It was becoming evident to him that the longer he put off telling her about Feht at the point the worse things were going to get.

As she planted her head into the side of his neck Patrick couldn't help but place his mouth next to her ear, hesitating as he felt her undo his pants. After a moment he'd whisper in her ear, "A-Are ye sure?"

No, it was clear he wasn't judging her, but he wasn't really thrilled by the idea of hurting her during intimacy. Him, that was fine, he was no masochist but all the same. He could take it and she needed the blood, this though felt different...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

It was hard not to notice his hesitation, and though she hated it, and wanted to take back what she had just asked of him, she couldn't. Her small hands finally managing to undo the button of his jeans, though leaving them up for now. Softly her teeth grazed his neck, applying a bit more pressure this time as her hips again rocked down onto him. She never once showed any sign of her want for him fading....on the contrary, it just seemed to be increasing with each moment that passed....But this, this other need she had, this other craving....it was consuming her now, just as much as the lust and desire were filling her senses.

When he spoke up next to her ear, she heard the hesitation in his tone and would close her eyes as she tried to shut that part of her brain off, tried to make it go away so that she didn't have to put him through this....but even as she tried to do that, she found herself nodding slightly. "Please....I need it baby...I can't explain it, but..it hurts inside...from needing it so badly..." She spoke the words softly against his neck as she drew in a deep breath, taking in his scent as well and trembling softly.

Gods she loved the way he felt and the way that his scent lingered on her after they had made love....She loved the way something so simple could bring her so much contentment and happiness. Her eyes rolling back just slightly as she released a shaky breath against his neck. "It won't hurt baby...I promise...It won't hurt me...It will just feel good...It will feel really good." She had been hit and bitten and scratched up during sex before. It had always felt amazing and completely different than when she got hurt other times in her life. But it had never been to the point that she had to have it like this. Hence why she had not asked for this kind of thing the first time they were together. It wasn't something she needed to the degree that her body literally ached for it. No, it had been fun, but not a need. Now, well now it was different, but that didn't change the fact that it was not going to hurt her....She would probably moan louder than he had ever heard her moan before if she wanted to be honest about it.

Her nose softly brushing against his jaw, the tension running through every muscle in her body now, and yet still she tried to be soothing and reassuring in her gestures toward him. A little whimper as another wave of need translated into another wave of discomfort within her body, yet she held her position atop him, teeth biting down upon his neck rather roughly, though just shy of drawing blood. "I want to be yours baby....I want to see the mark and know that I belong to you...now and until you will no longer have me..." Cooing the words against his ear as she slid her hands down along his sides. If he didn't want to, she would just suffer the discomfort and hope that it went away, that or she would cause herself pain....The last thing she wanted was to force him to do something he didn't want to...she just hoped, that knowing it wouldn't hurt her would ease whatever troubles he felt over the matter.

Her hand moving to pull her hair away from her neck, exposing that tender, delicate flesh to him as she kissed and nibbled along his shoulder and neck. She wanted to be with him, but she just had to ask for this first, not wanting to hide things from him, wanting to know that he was going to accept her for who she was....down to every last detail. Yet as she waited with anticipation for his reply, her hands would again find their way to the waist line of his jeans, this time undoing the zipper and slowly tugging them downward. She couldn't wait anymore....She had to have him...She had to feel him against her again....She just needed it too damn bad to deny a second longer.

[Legion]

Patrick was not entirely comfortable with this. That much was clear. To him it neared a line that even at his worse he had never come close to. Always drawing a hard line from sexual torture and rape. No, he didn't judge anyone who did this kind of thing, but still to him, someone who was generally disturbed by not having a conscience, this felt like it threatened to take away the one shred of morality he still could claim.

At the same time though he frowned. It was clear that she wasn't lying when she said that it was hurting her to not have this, pain. Now that was a convincing argument. But a strange one, however the mind needing blood was something he had not heard of, or even witnessed until today. So he could believe it, though he was still somewhat resistance to the idea. When she promised it wouldn't hurt, now that was another strike for the argument though he had to admit that it confused him as well. Still though, probably the biggest thing against him was the idea that this was brought on by Earth's torture. Patrick didn't want to feed into that, reinforce that side of her, but then again, maybe you had to crack a few eggs to make an omelet?

When she bit his neck Patrick didn't move. He was still lost in thoughts. No, he wasn't in a trance or anything it was just not enough pain to jolt him out. He had after all had those wings carved into his back after being shot. His pain tolerance was through the roof. He was still uncertain about this. Her words about him marking her, well they seemed to be a repeat of what he said earlier. when. he, had, been trying to get her to indulge in an action that would be beneficial to her. Still passive when she kissed his neck and moved to undo his pants he was slowly coming to terms with this.

Without warning he'd take the spot on her neck that she'd offered him. Kissing her neck first as a hand pulled her head into his grasp, before he put his teeth on her skin, hesitating before closed his mouth, biting her just hard enough to draw blood...

[Kazumi O'Connor]

She almost stopped. She almost pulled away and removed herself from him entirely as she felt him be in unresponsive to her kisses and to the way she touched him. In her mind, it came across as her having pushed him away, as though whatever she had said had made him see her differently. The thought alone enough to cause her eyes to sting with tears as she ceased in the trailing of her lips along his flesh. Her mouth opening to apologize for what she had done, for what she was, when suddenly she felt him grasp her head and pull her into him, his lips brushing against her neck only to be replaced almost instantly by his teeth as they sank into her flesh.

Almost instantly the pain created by that action turned into a shrill sense of pleasure that shot through her entire body, a wave of heat rolling through her like she had never felt before. Sure, in the past it had always felt amazing to experience pain during sex, but this, well this was something entirely new to her. It was just like the first time she had ever experienced the kind of relief that could be offered by drinking blood. Only this, well this was intense.

Her eyes would flutter closed as they rolled back into her head just slightly, a sudden gasp drawn in as the shock of this feeling washed over her...though it took but a moment for that gasp to turn into a heated, passionate, rather loud moan of pure ecstasy. One hand placed upon the couch, her fingers would curl into it, gripping it to support herself as she felt her body wanting to give out right then and there, just cave to the pleasure she felt and be content....Yet there was still that aching need to feel him against her, to make love to him.....something that could not be denied anymore so than this could. "Patrick...." His name leaving her lips in a heated whisper, laced heavily with that Italian accent....Pure need and lust dripping from her tone as her free hand moved to slowly drag her nails along his chest and stomach.

Softly her head tilted to the side a bit more, exposing her neck to him, even though she was sure that he would bid a hasty retreat from the wound he had just created, having seen how uneasy he was with the whole thing to start with. But Gods had it felt amazing....Her tongue brushing over her lips before she would turn her head just enough so that her lips could again find a spot along his shoulder without removing herself from his grasp. A few soft kisses and then that all too feral growl once more erupting from her, no hesitation this time as she sank her teeth into his flesh...Not only was she still hungry, but the primal need to taste him, to mark him, to claim him as her own was far too strong to ignore now....No, she would gladly drink this time, tongue lapping at his blood as she groaned in pleasure and sucked ever so gently upon the newest wound she had created....Her entire body on fire and aching to have him inside of her...She wasn't sure how much longer she could wait....It was reaching the point now where everything around her was starting to fade and all she could think of, all she could hear, feel, see, taste..........was him.....and only him.

[Legion]

Patrick almost pulled away to apologize. He was still slightly uncomfortable, but he decided against it, keeping his lips there only to press on the wound softly, kissing it. No, he'd not drink her blood though it was in his mouth and on his lips now. Besides, drinking blood was her thing, that and the idea of him doing it seemed a little weird. No, that wasn't a slight on her, he was just still uncertain of the whole biting her thing. He became significantly less uncertain though when she moaned, louder then he had heard her before. A grin formed on his bloody lips, both out of satisfaction that she enjoyed it and dare he say a little bit of possessiveness?

"Kazumi," Patrick whispered back, all the lust, passion and need back into his voice, stronger then before even. Her calling his name awakening a primal desire in him. Her sense of desire, "ferality" even giving a bit of a rise to his own. As she exposed her neck Patrick kissed her wound again, opting to kiss a trail down to her shoulder, in a location identical to where she was making her way on his. She would bite first, causing Patrick to hiss sharply but not outside of pleasure. As she started to drink his blood Patrick would bite her shoulder, drawing blood but beginning to kiss it immediately afterward. Yeah, as much as he was desiring her at this moment he still wasn't exactly one hundred percent on board with the whole biting thing, though he was beginning to warm up...