We'll Meet Again.. {P} Someday

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    The male's eyes flew open, and he immediately lunged for Loki's arm, mouth wrapping around his palm, teeth biting down, but not enough to cause pain, holding him there as he took the blood greedily, gasping with need. He panted and claws to hold Loki to him, his tongue lapping any eccess blood.

    Loki's eyes widened at the sight of Findley, heart best fastening, unsure of himself if it was out of his fondness for the male or the shock of getting his arm grabbed so roughly. Letting out an amused breath as he watched curiously. "And stop." He demanded after a minute of waiting impatiently. The boy scrunched up his nose slapping the demon with his gloved hand before pressure pointing the neck as he'd been told to do. "I have to go now. I'll be back in a few minutes." He added dully, placing his arm once more under the cloak.

    Findley gave a soft flinch at the pressure point, dropping in the surprise of the hit and huffing in confusion as to what the hell was going on, he was utterly lost, blinking gently and moving, shrinking back as Salem panicked and gripped his arm, holding him down, than, he felt a sharp stick in his bicep and he sunk back into sleep.



    Salem eyed the male suspiciously. "Be cautious. Things have gotten more dangerous than... Than they used to be." He rubbed the back of his neck. "He's been getting more and more... Alcoholic these past three or four months."

    Loki looked towards Salem, with a shrug of his shoulders he walked out. "Don't worry, I'm simply bringing a gift home." He replied closing the door behind him as he exited walking slowly to his motorbike. An alcoholic? What an idiot, did he really think drinking and fighting would make me happy? I came here to stop the pain, not fuel it even more. Mounting his bike with narrowed eyes he took off on the dirt road, following the tracks of his bike imprinted into the ground from earlier.



    It must've been at least fifteen minutes until he came back, dead jin thrown carelessly over his shoulder as he entered the house. "Salem? I need your help with starting a fire." He basically sang happily, looking much like a kitten that had brought his master a gift as he waited.

    Salem dropped the syringe, eyes wide. "L-Loki! You can't.... Oh Gods..." He grumbled and went to the boy, pushing him out of the room. "Lets burn it while we still can." He huffed and turned, pulling items from the closest near the door. "Matches are in the barn. Let's go."

    "You know your really cute when your panicking." Loki giggled, amused by the others actions as he fixed the corpse on his shoulder pretending as if nothing was happening. I hope Findley's not awake to see this. It'll cause unneeded drama that I can't afford. He drifted to the barn calmly, a sadistic smile hidden by his floor length cloak. "Is there a knife in the barn?"

    Salem gave the male a pointed look, scoffing. "Yes. But you aren't going to do anything with it. It's risky anough with a dead body, and if Findley catching scent of that he's get shifty." He scoffed and tossed the male a pack of Matches. "And you shouldn't complimenting other men when you've got a mate." Salem teased with a soft snicker.

    Loki grabbed the matches clumsily. "Why? Isn't it normal for people to compliment others?" He asked, throwing the dead demon off him with a grunt. "He was really heavy for poor little me." He complained poking the ghouls face with his foot suspiciously. How did something as weak as this do so much damage to Findley? He must've been really drunk. He turned to look at the small kitsune awaiting for the sign of approval before he started.

    Salem chuckled and got some matted blankets from the tack room, throwing it over the body and than taking oil from the same room, grunting as he popped open the can and dumped it over the body. "Alright, throw a few matches on it." He grumbles and wiped off his hands. Sniffing the air. "Fin's awake...."

    Loki took a step back, quickly lighting three matches and throwing it onto the corpse watching in amazement as it lit up within a couple of seconds. I told him he'll burn in hell. Basically shaking out of excitement he threw the matches back to Salem, holding the hood over his face as he ran inside the large house. He walked slowly to the room, leaning on the doorframe as he watched the older determined not to get close to Findley no matter how much he wanted to kiss the soft lips. "Idiot." His voice returned to unemotional, not allowing a single piece of sympathy show.

    Findley hummed into his pillow and struggled onto is side. sitting up painfully, nose twitching as he took in the scents around him, turning his head to the figure, eyes widening in confusion. The scent he gave said it was Loki... But he couldn't see past the hood. "Loki? I-Is that... Is that you?"

    "No, I'm a unicorn sent from the heavens to rescue you from the big bad monsters... Of course it's me, idiot!" Loki snapped, walking towards the injured looking figure, cloak sweeping off the floor with every graceful step he took towards the injured male. Restraining himself from slapping some common sense into the kitsune he sat on the edge of the bed biting his lip as he thought of what to say next, even though he wanted to scold Findley oh-so badly now wasn't the time to, especially when he just woke up from a fight. "How's your head? You were really drunk."

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    Findley Grumbled and curled, reaching out for Loki and whining softly. He was finally able to grab the cloak, and pulled the boy to him, whimpering and cuddling into him. "I'm fine...." He muttered, he wanted nothing more than love, and held Loki tightly, nearly begging to be held back, whimpering softly.

    "Woah there foxy. Do not pull the cloak off." Loki hissed, despite is cold tone the boy lifted the cloak from his head. His face didn't change at all, which was a big disappointment since he had grown taller during his time without Findley. The redhead snaked a arm around the neck, placing a kiss on the soft lips while pulling the other closer. "It's alright. I'm staying with you forever." He whispered soothingly, red hair framing his pale face.

    The male hummed and buried his head into Loki's chest, choking back small sobs. He was happy, god he was so happy. It nearly killed him with happiness that his Loki had come back to him, peppering kisses all over the male's face as he help tightly to the other, tears flowing down his cheeks. "You're back.... My Gods.... I won't let you go back again... I can't..." He whimpered.

    Loki visibly flinched when he felt Findley's tears drip onto his face in between kisses. "Why are you crying?" He asked this time his tone was much more gentle then before as he brought his pale hands up to capture the others face. "Your welcome to chain me up by the way." He added, trying to lighten up the depressing mood as best as he could. "But Findley, I'm disappointed in you. I was kind of expecting being held up against the wall while making out with you, not having to pick you up half dead on the streets." He arched his back slipping a hand under his cloak to find the shotgun still attached to his outfit. "Ah, Findley move. I have a gun under me."

    He whimpered but did as he was asked, waiting till Loki had removed the gun before he nearly tackled him again, lips locking onto the male's neck, giving him possessive hickeys as he hummed, kneading at Loki's stomach affectionately, tails quivering as he held Loki, like a dog who hadn't seen his owner in a week. Leaving love bites all along Loki's neck, as well as nibbling under his chin.

    Loki gasped when he felt lovebites being placed on his neck, trying to push the other away, finding himself unsuccessful in fear that he would hurt his love even more. "Not until your healed." He snapped tilting his head to look towards the door. "Besides, the door is wide open." He mumbled, cheeks dusting a shade of pastel pink. As much as he wanted to have fun with the kitsune now wasn't the time. Did he take the joke seriously? Honestly what kind of idiot is he? He looked towards Findley, bringing the head up for a kiss. Sucking and nibbling the bottom lip to ask for an entrance.

    (XD I didn't realise it could be taken in the way of Findley taking what he said seriously XD But naw, he's just in the whole "I don't want you going again and I'm extremely pleased that you're here" Phase of things.)


    The male hummed, forced to stand straighter when his lips were caught (As poor Finny bb is now shorter than Loki >.> XDXD) moaning at the subtle hints, mouth parting just enough for Loki's entrance, pulling him down just enough to stand comfortably, shifting his body weight. "It's fine. Salem knows..." He hummed. Hand's resting on his face, fingers gently tugging on the other's hair.