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In the Shadows... (Yannick x LustfulSins)

It's almost ten minutes after Yannick wakes that Leveryn brings a meal upstairs to him. Leveryn had eaten separately, downstairs. He prefers not to let the hunter know too much about his physiology, especially not the way his skull folds back from his face to facilitate eating. The lock clicks on the bedroom door and Leveryn enters with a plate of food. This time, he bears a carved and oil treated wood cup filled with water.

Leveryn sets the meal on the bedside table, then steps back to stand at the end of the bed. He's watching Yannick closely, black gaze intense. The still sleepy expression on the boy's face is actually adorable. A part of Leveryn's mind considers pinning Yannick down and taking him again before allowing him to eat. He brushes that thought aside quickly. Not yet.
 
Yannick sits up and smiles though the latter was directed at the food, not Leveryn. He watches Leveryn watching him as he eats, and his curiosity is peaked again. "Do you have a mouth?" the question seemingly came out of nowhere, but Yannick hadn't seen the beast eat yet, and he'd said he was a hybrid, so that meant he needed regular food, right? Then again, he was also an extremely powerful supernatural creature, so maybe he didn't. Yannick also noted that he was the only one asking questions. "I can try answering any questions you have about humans if you want," he offered. "we're social creatures if you didn't notice, so talking to me is gonna be a part of this...arrangement."
 
"I do not trust you enough to share specifics on my physiology." Short and to the point, Leveryn gives no real answer with his reply. As for Yannick's off to talk about humans, Leveryn knows plenty from his visits to Old Town and watching humans who venture there. Not to mention when he successfully grabs one during his week of breeding season.

"Are you still painful?" Leveryn's mind is flitting through his collection of herbs, trying to think of a combination that could help with relaxing Yannick's muscles. The sooner the boy heals, the sooner the hybrid can make use of him again. Leveryn's compassion is limited, and his mind is set on taking Yannick as a mate of sorts, since he's keeping the boy here, indefinitely.
 
"No, not really" Yannick's face was unimpressed his voice flat. "This helped uh- Thanks for that" He lifted up the ice pack setting it on the bedside table. He was sore, but there wasn't any more pain. Yannick sat up and stretched, curving his spine and letting the blanket fall as his arms reached for nothing. He'd only been given sweat pants and a flannel shirt, no underwear. Leveryn would see the boy was fully naked when the blanket pooled around his waist, showing off enough of him for the hybrid to know he was bare underneath.
 
Leveryn's eyes follow the flex of Yannick's muscles as he stretches. He can tell the boy isn't happy with his response to his question, but Leveryn doesn't care. Yannick is still a hunter, and hunters do share their knowledge of new creatures with others. Should the boy escape, though unlikely, Leveryn doesn't want him getting away with a fountain of knowledge.

Leveryn doesn't question that Yannick is naked, despite having been dressed earlier when he had gone outside. The hybrid rarely wears clothing himself, so he's not surprised that the hunter likely slept naked. Just watching Yannick stretch, seeing the way his back curves, has the hybrid growing hard beneath his bone plating. The rigid bone hides the tension in his muscles, but Leveryn's stillness gives away his intense focus on Yannick.
 
Yannick freezes with his arms above his head, cocking an eyebrow at Leveryn's stillness, he feels heat rising in his cheeks and grabs the blanket, wrapping it around his shoulders. He might not be able to see the creature's eyes, but he swears he could feel them scanning over his exposed skin when he'd stretched. He looks over at Leveryn fear returning to him he swallowed thickly waiting for the demon to make a move, to leave, or to…the scent of fear would flood the room as Yannick's mind raced, reaching for there to be any other reason for the hybrids focus than what he thought.
 
Leveryn can smell the rising fear, and it does little to deter him. The blankets now wrapped around Yannick's shoulders make a low growl rumble in his chest. He may be half human, but he grew up around monsters. Monsters that follow base instincts and feral desires.

Leveryn crosses the room in a handful of steps, on the bed and over the boy. Effortlessly, he strips away the blanket away from Yannick's hands, flipping the boy face down. That soft scraping of moving bone plates sounds, but this time, there's not immediate penetration. Leveryn's thick cock presses between Yannick's bare cheeks, and with a roll of his hips, the hybrid slides his cock along the crease of the boy's ass.
 
“No, N-mph,” Yannick tries to plead, but he’s flipped over before the second “No” can leave his lips landing face down in the pillows. Tears prick the boy’s eyes, and he goes to push up from the bed only to hear the sound of bone on bone, and feel the thick member rut in between his cheeks.

Oh god, it was going to happen again, he knew it would, eventually, but he’d hoped to have built some kind of bond before it did. He guessed this was his chance to gain some trust, “Please-“ he choked out. “Please, use lube, spit, fucking something, please…” he whimpered, shaking in Leveryn’s grasp, feeling the hybrid cock rub against his abused entrance.
 
Even in his lust filled haze, Leveryn can hear Yannick's pleas. He's not driven by blind instinct this time. He's not going to stop either. However, hearing what Yannick is asking for, the hybrid just alters his intentions. Keeping Yannick pinned, he rolls his hips again.

Leveryn presses down on the boy, hips bucking. He's not pushing inside, instead using the friction of Yannick's cheeks. It's not quite the same, but it still feels good to be rutting against the boy's warm body. Small grunts mixed with quiet groans sound above Yannick as the hybrid grinds against him for several minutes.

When Leveryn hits his climax, he growls, loudly. His hips jerk, seed spilling across Yannick's back, instead of inside him like he had the previous day. Once finished, Leveryn releases the boy and steps back. The sight of him prone, Leveryn's release on his back, actually makes the hybrid's cock twitch. But he won't act again, not today. Leveryn turns and leaves the room, locking the door behind him.
 
Yannick grits his teeth and bears it as the demon bucks against him, but Lerveryn never penetrates him. He's surprised as he feels the cum hit his back. The boy is tense under Leveryn's gaze and doesn't relax until he hears the door lock. Yannick uses a corner of the blanket to wipe away the demon's spend, still shaking but oddly grateful. Leveryn had listened to him. He'd been assaulted again, but the thing had listened to Yannicks pleas for mercy.

The boy curled up into a ball, wrapping his arms and the blanket around himself he whipped away his own tears and tried to sleep. It was fitful, but he managed it eventually emotionally exhausted from the experience, he wouldn't wake till noon the next day.
 
Yannick doesn't realize it, but Leveryn has been sleeping on the other half of the bed at night. He's letting the hunter have his space, but the hybrid refuses to sleep on the sofa downstairs, and there's not another bedroom in the cabin. The following morning, Leveryn had risen with the dawn and left the house for a couple of hours. Out hunting to refill the meat stock in his cold storage. Upon returning, he had first made breakfast, bringing it upstairs only to find Yannick still sleeping. So he had covered it with a cloth and left it there, for the boy to eat cold when he wakes.

The remainder of the morning had been spent skinning and butchering the deer he had brought home that morning. With the meat wrapped in oiled cloth and stowed away, he had set to stripping the skin and washing it. Now, when Yannick wakes, it he looks out the window, he would see Leveryn using hooks made from bone and ropes woven from treated animal sinew to stretch the deer skin between two trees, to dry and tan in the sun.
 
Yannick lay in bed for a time before his stomach had him reaching for the food left at his bedside. He ate slowly and didn't finish his appetite suppressed by last night's activities. Leveryn wasn't in the room, so he glanced outside, he was reminded of when he'd gone to his friend's reserve, their grandparents and various other family members all gathered together to help hunt and dress the meat. The memory brought a smile to his face and reminded him why he needed to gain Leveryn's trust, even if it meant being used for the demon's sexual gratification.

If the door were unlocked, Yannick would head down to the garden himself, and if it weren't, he'd knock on the window and wave to get Leveryn's attention. Either way, once back in the hybrid's presence, a spike of fear would come and then fade to be replaced by determination. Yannick looked to the ground as he spoke, "You-" he cleared his throat, his mouth dry, and looked Leveryn in the eye "you listened to me last night…Thank you", the words were quiet, and Yannick felt heat spread across his face as he said them.
 
The bedroom door had been locked, of course, Leveryn doesn't yet trust Yannick not to take off. But he heard the knock on the window, looking up. He tightens the last knot to secure the skin, then walks into the house and up to the bedroom. He doesn't give much of a response to Yannick's thanks, other than a hum.

Leveryn turns to leave again, then pauses. "I'll leave the door open today. If you run, I'll track you down, and you won't have the luxury of leaving this room again." Then he's gone from view, back outside.
 
Yannick sat alone for a moment before dressing and walking slowly through the cabin like a deer on alert. He would head for the garden. There would be a lingering tinge of fear to the boy’s sent as he wandered, not daring to go anywhere Leveryn hadn’t shown him already he sat himself in a bright spot of soft grass in the sun.

It was a beautiful day, only a few puffs of white clouds dispersed across the blue sky. A gilded cage, but a cage none the less Yannick thought a depressed air hung around the boy as he sat in the sun stewing in his own thoughts.
 
Leveryn is in the garden, on his knees and meticulously pulling weeds. He's paying no attention to Yannick, yet he's acutely aware of the boy. This is a chance for Yannick to gain his trust. Almost an hour passes before Leveryn rises to his feet, brushing dirt from his legs with a soft rasping of bone against bone.

Leveryn looks toward Yannick, then walks over to him. His shadow falls across the boy. Leveryn hasn't washed for three days, since the day before he went into Old Town and brought Yannick back. It'sa good chance to get the boy to clean up as well. "Get up. We're going to bathe at the river."
 
Yannick jumped when Leveryn's shadow fell over him, he'd been lost in thought about his current situation. Still, the brooding look on his face lifted when Leveryn said they'd be going to bathe. Yannick became uncomfortably aware of how dirty he felt, having not washed for a couple days now himself. He gave Leveryn a nod and let the demon lead him to the river.

The boy would visibly brighten at the sight of the river, the water was almost emerald in colour a small waterfall cascaded into a large pool before turning into a decent-sized river. It was nothing that would sweep Yannick away, a beautiful swimming spot actually, and it was a perfect day for swimming the temperature having only risen as the day continued. He kicked off his boots to test the water with his feet, standing on a submerged boulder that created an underwater shelf of ankle-deep water. "Ah!" he gasped it was ice cold, and the cooling water felt amazing on his sun-warmed skin. Without warning to Leveryn, the boy would strip the rest of his clothes before leaping into the main pool of water, he stayed under for just about a minute before he breached the surface. Ginger hair plastered to his forehead, eyelashes stuck together, beads of water traced his lean muscles as he stood up in the water that came up to his chest. Sunlight dappled through the trees and reflecting off of the boy's pale, freckled skin.

Yannick had been doing a lot of thinking, he was going to be staying here for a while, and that would include having sex with Leveryn, there was no way around that. The hybrid had shown he would listen to Yannick if only a little, Leveryn had also shown that the barest show of Yannick's skin was enough to get him going. Yannick looked over his shoulder at the hybrid, hoping to gain some trust. Droplets of water outlined the muscles of his back "See something you like?" the sent of fear had entirely left the boy once more as he teased the demon, overshadowed again by that stubborn human determination. Yannick floated backwards in the water, his hair flowing around his head like a fiery halo.
 
Leveryn keep a close eye on Yannick during the short walk to the river. It's in view of the cabin, though there is ten feet of trees between them. There, he watches the human test the water, then strip and jump in. His eyes narrow when Yannick stays under, suspicious that he would try to use the water as cover to escape downstream. When Yannick resurfaces, the hybrid relaxes.

Indeed, having a male companion, even if that companionship is forced, has given rise to Leveryn's libido. It's difficult for him to ignore Yannick's nakedness, so he simply chooses to act on his desires, rather than push them aside. However, bathing in his bone plate armour is very difficult. He would take his rarely used human form, or rather, as human as a half demon monster could be.

Black smoke gathers around Leveryn's body like a cocoon, the first Yannick has seen of the smoke since his capture. The sound of shifting bone plates is the only hint that anything is happening. When the smoke disperses, a very different Leveryn stands in the creature's place. Bare skin, grey-black like writing ink left to fade in the sun, stretched smooth over a lean muscled body, less bulky than his skeletal form. Small triangular tattoo markings run in lines down the sides of his neck, shoulders, arms, the backs of his palms. More along his collarbone like a necklace, around his waist and along his hips like a loose hanging belt, and down the outsides of his thighs and legs. A shock of short, white hair contrasts his inky skin, and eyes such a pale blue as to look like clear ice when the sun shines through it. Leveryn's skeletal tail is still present, and his spine is protected by a line of tightly interlocked bone scales.

Just as tall in this form as he is in his true form, Leveryn might be more slender but he's no less powerful. He also reacts to Yannick's teasing question no different. His cock, now only ten inches rather than the monstrous twelve, twitches visibly. He steps into the water, heading toward the boy.
 
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