Temptation had always been in the realm of Sirius Revlis. As a youth, he had reveled in it, dipped his toes in the sumptuous rivers of life, lived freely and richly on the bounties of decadence that London had offered. But such sinful living had come at a price - The man had felt himself become detached, a creature merely floating atop the drifts and currents of life, spinning out of control and tossed by situations not of his design.
And so he had learned to control it - Control the desires, the passions. So tightly had he grasped, that his flesh and fur had turned to scales, and the joy to poison in his gut. He had become the serpent, and found power in the luring of others to temptation, as Eve to the apple. This was how he could master them, for in their temptation they were weak, they were manipulable.
But in mastering this, a part of him had forgotten - Forgotten the simple, maniacal pleasure of release, of freeing the beast and allowing it to live as it had always been created to live; Driven by these simple urges and desires. He had met Ezekiel and known that here, too, was a beast who had not forgotten what the dark earth had made him for, what the truth in hot blood and frenzied passion was.
Fingers stilled on the golden eagle's throbbing manhood as his hips jerked, that cruel smile growing wider to the words that poured forth - Commanding, enraptured. Luminous eyes held his own, and they burned brighter than a dying son, brighter than such terrible violent light. Again his warm palm moved, stroking, thrilling, teasing; But his own need was great, now, building tensely within his belly until it almost pained him.
With a snarl, Sirius relinquished his hold, moving instead to grab the man's hips. The movement was rough, filled with need rather than tenderness - The love between them had no humane basis, but was as wild as it was reckless. His mouth moved again to the eagle's neck, black nose nuzzling, jaws parting to grasp the vulnerable flesh between them. Then, in a display of strength, he hoisted the other male up, holding Zeke above his own throbbing need. The muscles in his arms shivered and rippled, his entire body tensed, and a single pleading whine was voiced into the other's neck; A final permission being asked.
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