Sivan was delirious, practically dead on his feet. He had been running, but he couldn't, even now, remember why. He was still running, but his legs were so far past burning that they were numb. His shirt was soaked with his sweat, and since he could no longer remember a reason to keep running, his will power gave out, and his legs folded beneath him. He passed out in a clearing in the woods, the soft grass comforting to his fatigued body, and his breath finally calmed.

A tall man who was the owner of a rater large castle stepped outside his humble abode to see what all the ruckus in the woods was about. The animals were all behaving rather oddly and he could tell this by the alarmed sounds they made. Something was running he could hear and then it just stopped. He felt himself grow confused. And of course he was curious so he decided to see whatever could cause such a disturbance. He wrapped his cloak about his neck tighter and made his way off to the woods, following the sounds of disturbance until he caught the scent of fear on the wind and then it lead him to a clearing where there was a young boy laying rather passed out on the ground. Surprised he knelt and tested the boy's pulse finding him very alive still, the pulse was still fast he hadn't been out for too long. He looked around and heard nothing chasing after and saw no one nor did he hear anything that would claim the child. So, against his better judgement (normally he would have walked away) He lifted the boy over his shoulder and carried him back to his home where he lay him on the couch, going about to find blankets for him.

As some sort of survival instinct, the boy could not remain unconscious while being handled. He woke for only a few seconds, though, before his body forced him to shut down again. The adrenaline had been too much for him, and even though through his blurry vision he saw someone he did not recognize, he slipped back into peaceful darkness.

Rofiren looked at the boy as he came back. He applied a damp cloth to his forehead, smiling slightly that the other wasn't dead. He was lucky to have fed this night or else he would have used the boy for feeding. He brushed the boy's hair from his face, realizing he was covered in sweat. He frowned at this and carried the boy to his rooms where he stripped him. After taking a second to admire the youth's body he dressed him in one of his long night shirts, thinking it would be best to wait to give him a bath. The other might think badly of him. He pulled the covers back on the bed, placing the other under them and holding him close.

What seemed like an eternity later, Sivan began to actually regain consciousness. His throat hurt from his earlier labored breath, and his legs were stiff and achy, but he was somewhere comfortable and warm, not cool like the ground and the grass. With a gasp, he tried to sit up, instantly regretting it as he found he also had a headache. "What..." he croaked, looking around the room, attempting to sit up once more and this time more slowly. "Who the hell are you? Where am I?" he whispered, finding that he was no longer in his clothes either, and frowned.

Rofiren woke, his almost white blue eyes peered up at the other. "Calm down young one." He said, sitting up , moving his long black hair from his face. "You were passed out in the woods. I brought you here." He smiled a calm and kind smile but it seemed almost sadistic and could have been misleading.

Sivan felt his heart pound hard in his chest. This man's appearance was a little alarming, even though he knew the words he spoke bore no malicious intent. He swallowed, then winced, his throat still dry and sore. His voice was a little hoarse when he talked. "I was...passed out..." He shook his head slightly. "I don't remember anything...I..." He put his hand to his forehead and collapsed back onto the bed again. "What's your name?"

"I am Rofiren. What is your name?" He asked, rising from the bed and running a comb through his hair that he found on his side table. He brushed his hair out, letting it hang to his waist.

The boy was momentarily distracted by the tall man's shining hair. "It's, uh, Sivan..." he replied, stuttering a little. "Rofiren, can I have some water or something? My throat is killing me." He wanted to ask why he was wearing something different, but he didn't feel any major distress over it, and he was partly glad not to be in his stale, sweaty clothes anymore. He could smell his hair, though, and it smelled stale and in need of washing. He ran his fingers through it distractedly.

"Most certainly. Follow me, and then after that if you would like a bath. I didn't give you one last night because I felt I had violated you enough to just get you clean." He rose and removed a robe from the closet nearby. He wrapped it around the other. "What were you running from?"

Sivan blushed a bit. "Ummm...thank you, I guess..." He winced a bit when he tried to walk, finding his muscles stiff and achy as they had ever been, but he would be okay. "I...don't remember...at all..." He answered, frowning and looking away to think, his eyes moving and blinking as if that would help him remember. "Blank..."

"You're lucky I found you." Rofiren said, leading the other to the bathroom. His hunger surged suddenly and he looked to the boy next to him, trying to not pick him for his next. "Would you mine if I left for an hour? While you bath I have errands I need to run." He said, feeling shaky.

Sivan narrowed his eyes a bit, finding Rofiren's sudden change in demeanor strange. He didn't really know him, but he had been calm before, and now he seemed...nervous? "Uh, yeah, that's fine. I'll just take a bath..." He tucked a piece of stray hair behind his ear and turned to look at the bathtub, wondering what judgement had compelled this perfect stranger to save him from the elements.

Rofiren smiled and showed the other where the towels were, then leaving the large castle he went on search for a victim, for his thirst was high and if he didn't feed then his poor guest would suffer a fate not wanted. Surely he didn't have to kill the other, but he didn't think that he would have been able to stop. He made his fill and walked slowly back to his home, the villiage near by was used to him feeding here and there.

The boy shed the robe and the night shirt, quietly wondering where his own clothes were. He shrugged to himself and decided that hot bath water sounded very inviting. When the bathroom was nice and steamy, he slid into the water up to his shoulders and sighed. He smiled, enjoying this place, even though he still didn't quite understand why he was there.

When he arrived Rofiren placed his jacket on the stand near the door and then walked upstairs to the bath. He knocked lightly on the door. "Would you like drink or anything? Food perhaps?" He asked, wondering what the other would look like in the water.

"Sorry, what was that? I can't hear you through the door. I don't care if you come in." Sivan slid a little further into the water, though since he had changed him out of his clothes, Rofiren had already seen him naked. It would probably be nice to have the air temperature changed, though, since it was getting rather hot in the bathroom.

Rofiren came in the room as he was granted permission and his eyes immediately locked onto the other. They brightened in lust. He felt himself grow hungry and his pants seemed a little tighter. "I was asking if you were hungry or anything of the sort." He said, licking his lips absently as he thought of how good the other would taste.

Sivan noticed the slight change in demeanor again, and even though he was in hot water, he felt the goosebumps rise on his skin. Rofiren's gaze was piercing and unnerving, but he couldn't help returning his own wide-eyed stare. "No...I'm not...are you okay?" The question was out before he really had time to process whether or not it would be rude to ask, but since this guy had saved him he wanted to be sure he hadn't been saved by some kind of pyscho.

A small smile found its way unto Rofiren's lips. "I.. am fine. Just fine." He hadn't thought about how ravenous he would become to have the mortal boy under his roof and for a moment considered taking him somewhere else. But he looked the boy over and decided that he just couldn't let him go. At least.. not ever. "So, I'm going to ... go to the reading room. You'll be able to find me well enough."

"Oh, well, okay then. I'll be done in here soon, I think." Sivan absently tucked a now-wet strand of hair behind his ear. He was actually more or less ready to get out of the bathtub at that moment, but he thought perhaps he would wait for the other to leave. Besides, it seemed like it might be fun to explore this place and find the reading room that he spoke of.

Rofiren nodded. "Of course." He gave a small bow and left the room, formulating a rather grand plan. He wasn't going to let the other go home. The boy to him was an attractive thing and he would bed him and woe him. Yes, besides, was he not handsome? He was most certain he was, and he was certain the boy wouldn't object.

Newly redressed in the same nightshirt he had been put in, Sivan left the bathroom. It seemed so much cooler in the hallway, but it was nice. He didn't have clothes to put on since the others were probably still sweaty and dirty. Finding that there were really very few other lights on in the house, he only had to follow one of them. He crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

Rofiren felt a surge of desire as he saw the boy, standing there with the night shirt clinging to him a little. "Before we talk would you like if I lent you something a little more comfortable. I should go buy you clothing for your stay really." He said, smiling kindly, though his eyes were those of a starved man. Starved for affection For feeding. For life itself.

Sivan raised his eyebrow a little. "Sure, that would be fine. This is okay too, though. How long am I staying here?" He really didn't know where he would go if released, but he thought it best to verify. "What did you want to talk about?" The boy shivered visibly as a little drop of water ran down the back of his neck from his wet hair.

"You see, that's what I want to talk to you about. What if I told you that I wanted to keep you here?" He asked, rising and circling the other. "I could provide everything you needed. But in turn you would only have to grant me your company. Forever. " He said, stressing the last part. He stood behind him, inhaling his fresh scent that was tainted just slightly by the blood of the other just under the skin. He placed his hands gently on the other's shoulders so as to not frighten him.

The boy was only slightly unnerved at the way the imposing man was moving around him. He looked out of the corner of his eye at the hand on one of his shoulders, and bit his lower lip. "Forever...?" he whispered. "Rofiren, what are you..." He wasn't sure where he was going with that question, and he couldn't bring himself to finish it. He was a little afraid, but mostly intrigued.

"What am I what?" He asked, standing rather close to the other, letting the hands slide down his back and to his hips. "I am offering you something that I highly doubt you would ever come across again." he said, kissing very softly the back of the other's neck, trying hard to hold back a groan that threatened to spill from his cold lips.

Sivan couldn't help the little gasp and the shiver that traveled straight down his spine. He closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts so that he could voice what he thought he'd discovered. "How can I be with you forever...unless...you're forever...?" He waited for Rofiren's response, hoping the question wasn't offensive.

Rofiren chuckled seductively, pressing the smallest kiss to the other's neck. "Perhaps I am. Would you run were that the case?" He asked, giving the other the faintest clue by nibbling his neck with his weapons for feeding, the sharp eye teeth scraping over the skin deliciously. Rofiren inhaled, practically able to taste the other.

"No." Sivan answered simply, breathily. He felt heat flare in his face, and tension in his chest and stomach. He kept his eyes closed. His fingers curled and uncurled at his sides, but in nervous tension, not in fear. He found he couldn't fear Rofiren, for some reason. It could have been that he had taken him in when he could have left him for dead, or it could have been that the man was undeniably attractive. Whichever, he turned his head slightly, and found that he could faintly smell Rofiren's hair. "What are you going to do?" he asked tentatively.

"I'm going to show you." He said, dragging his fangs alog the other's neck at a harder way. "Do not worry. Trust in me." He whispered darkly, his seductive stirring of words affecting even himself as he found the best spot to bite the other in, biting down slowly, hardly, shivering as he began to pierce the other's skin.

Sivan gasped and hissed quietly in pain, but he still felt the heat in his face and the same tension as before, and he wasn't really in much pain. It only stung a little. He couldn't help it that the pace of his breathing increased a little, and he couldn't stop the little noises that came out ever so often when he exhaled.

Rofiren slipped his arms about the other's waist. He drove his fangs in completely, removing them as quickly as he had bitten the other, sucking indulging on the blood that flowed up to meet him. He held the other against him, the taste of him driving him wild, making up his mind to keep him. And he would. He continued to lick the bite he had given as he spoke. "See this? It's what I am.. and you're delicious. I don't think I will let you go."

The boy's eyelashes fluttered and his lower lip trembled as if he was cold, and he was a little dizzy now, though that was partly psychological. His fingers groped stiffly at the front of Rofiren's shirt, holding himself closer rather than attempting to get away.

Rofiren turned the boy to face him, looking into his eyes. "You understand, right?" He asked, searching the boy's gaze. He didn't have hypnotizing powers or anything, but he was rather sure the boy was his. He traced his long fingers along the other's cheek, down to his lips. He wanted to kiss him.

Sivan nodded, answering clearly and coherently, "Yes, I understand." His eyes tried to follow the path that the man's fingers took, though it was in vain and only made him look a little cross-eyed, and his eyes darted back to stare into Rofiren's icy ones. He felt himself blush anew, unable to look away from the beautiful face before his, and his heart thudded in his chest.

A smile slipped to the vampire's lips. He kissed him ever so slightly, closing his eyes in pleasure while the other's warm lips touched his own. He wondered how much hotter the rest of the boy felt like. "You're mine." He said, whispering against his lips before pulling away. "Now, what do you say we go find you clothing? Surely this nightgown is freezing?"

Sivan closed his eyes as well, feeling the pleasure from even that smallest of kisses, and shivering yet again at the seductive and possessive words. "Huh? No, not really..." He smirked slightly, not having thought he could be cold at all at the moment. The nightgown actually felt like too much. "I mean, sure, we can go find clothing." He amended his answer, blushing once more as he realized how eager and silly he sounded.

Rofiren chuckled deeply, the sound was of a dark melody. "Did I rouse you? There will be more time for such lustfilled conversations later. Come, let me get you dressed somewhat decent and then we will find you anything you need and get it for you." He said, kissing the other's cheek, finding himself happier than he had been in centuries.

The boy nodded, his head clearing a little more, sobering him. Now that he was not as excited, the nightgown was a little inadequate, and he was pretty sure he didn't like the drafty feeling it left with him, since he was so used to jeans. He marveled a little at the way Rofiren's demeanor seemed to change, and what little effort it seemed to cost him. A moment ago, he had been dark and erotic, now he was light and tender.

Rofiren smiled, leading the other down the hall to his own room. He opened the double doors and hummed, stepping onto the white rug that was among most of the floor, his large bed seemed to take up a lot of the room, decorated in greens and silver shades. He went to his closet, pulling out a shirt and pants for the other. "Here, try these." He said, handing the clothing to the other.

Sivan had been observing the room, and blinked back to attention as he took the clothing from the other. "Thank you," he whispered, pulling the nightshirt over his head and slipping into the provided clothes. They fit nicely, and he smiled. "Much better." He blushed again, realizing that Rofiren had seen him naked twice now, and this time it was his own fault.

Rofiren smiled at the other's shyness. "And I would like if you slept in here with me." He said, motioning to the bed. "I should think the two of us would be comfortable on it." He collected the fallen nightshirt, taking care of it to the laundry.

He looked toward the big, beautiful bed covered in soft shades. It certainly looked inviting. "I have no problems with that. I'm sure you're right. We would both fit, anyway." Sivan noticed that the clothes he was wearing smelled vaguely of Rofiren, his faint scent, the same scent that he had smelled in his hair. It was sweet, but hardly there at all. Suddenly, he realized he was hungry. "Rofiren...could I have something to eat?"

Rofiren chuckled. "Hungry for anything in particular? I will cook for you." He said, leading the other out of the room, thinking he looked very nice in his clothing. He looked almost...edible actually. He chuckled to himself at his own joke, feeling slightly pathetic a moment.

"Really?" Sivan didn't know why he was so surprised that Rofiren could cook, but maybe it was because he was sure he didn't have to worry about conventional cuisine very often. He twirled a piece of hair around in his fingers. He had a habit of playing with his hair when he was nervous or curious, or anything other than calm or angry, really. "I like anything," he added, since he really wasn't hungry for anything in particular, just hungry.

Rofiren raised an eyebrow. "Well would you like something with meat? Something...with breakfast or lunch or supper?" He asked, unsure how he was to serve this loving boy if the other was not to tell him what he would like. He smiled though, he was very happy to so easily persuaded the other to stay with him.

Sivan chewed his lower lip in thought. "Well...I suppose something with fruit sounds kind of nice, actually. I guess that means you don't really have to cook, but if I'm staying here, you'll have lots more opportunities to cook for me, right?" He smiled, but then his smile faded a little when he remembered the other had said he would be his forever. How soon would forever be?

"Fruit salad?" He asked, smiling at the other. He saw the look on his face and twitched."Are you okay?" He asked, trying to figure out whether or not the other was having regrets about promising himself so soon.

"Yes, please." The boy smiled again, trying to hide his little moment of doubt. "There's nothing wrong. I'm fine." The answer didn't sound convincing, really, and he was sure Rofiren wouldn't buy it at all. "It's only...I'm afraid there are things I haven't experienced, and I'm worried I never will..." He confessed quietly.

Rofiren grabbed a knife and all the different kinds of fruits he could. He chopped them and put them into a large bowl, humming as he did so. At the other's answer he raised an eyebrow. "What sort of things?"

For a moment, Sivan had to think, and he blushed a little. "Certainly not eating, since I've made it to seventeen. Just things. I mean, I know how to drive, and I've had my first kiss, and silly things like that. I don't even know if there really was anything. Maybe I was just nervous for a second..." He sighed and shook his head. "I'm just being silly. I still want to be with you."

Rofiren sighed. "Well.. you should do things if you think of them. So long as you can remember rather thouroughly that you belong to me and no other, and that's of your own wish." He said, looking at bread. "Would you like a couple of bread slices?" He asked, finished with the other's salad.

Sivan shrugged. "Sure. I could probably use the carbs. I'm sure I sweat out what energy I had before." He was actually quite hungry. Suddenly, he blushed again. He had thought of something that he had never done, and he wondered if it would be a different experience as a human than it might be...later. However, he was entirely unsure as to how to explain this.

Rofiren eyed the other and then let out a chuckle. "What's occupied your mind so?" He asked, watching him curiously while he buttered some bread for the other, giving him a large helping of the fruit salad and another plate with the bread. "And what would you like to drink?"

"Oh, um, water's fine." Sivan answered noncommittally. He looked down at his food, staring at it before he eating it, thinking about what to say. "I...thought of something I've never done. It's not anything outrageous like skydiving or something. It's...I've never..." He was still blushing, unable to admit that he was...a virgin. It was silly and awkward, and he was afraid that if he admitted this to someone who was still somewhat new to him, he would sound like he was attempting to sleep with him in some way. He hardly knew this man. It was completely inappropriate.

Rofiren chuckled. "You're a virgin." He stated rather as though it was common knowledge. "Well, if you wish to go sample those fruits of life you're more than welcome to. " He paused and retrieved a glass of water. "Of course... my only worry on this is that being a virgin you might get attached to the first person who gives you that special thing, to take you." He felt himself suck in a breath of air. He wanted to take the other's virginity now. Not some random person. He should have looked more carefully before he sought to keep him.

Sivan blushed darkly and nervously played with a piece of hair again. Then he furrowed his brow and looked up, his face more serious and his blush having faded just a little. "I'm not going to go find some random person out there!" He waved toward a wall. "If I'm gonna give it up, it's going to be to someone important!" As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he blushed again and looked down, but he was still resolved to what he said.

A rather dark smirk fit itself to Rofiren's features. "Well, I would believe then that you have no reason to leave then." He said, taking the boy's hand and licking up a trail of fruit juice that made it's way down the boy's wrist. He chuckled and pulled the boy foreward, kissing him on the lips.

The boy shivered at the sensation of the other's tongue on his skin, then gasped as he was pulled in for the kiss. This was not his first kiss, but it was certainly the best he had ever had, and he responded easily. Sivan tentatively placed a hand against Rofiren's chest, not pushing away, just feeling, feeling his strength and hardness and coldness. It was the most fascinating combination of feelings he had ever experienced, and he let out the slightest noise of pleasure.

Rofiren enjoyed the feeling of warmth on his chest that the mortal boy presented to him. He continued the kiss, cupping the boy's face in his hands, lightly caressing his cheeks as he slipped his tongue into the boy's mouth. It was so nice to have what was appearing to be a willing lover.

Sivan pressed his body against Rofiren's taller figure, his other hand finding his soft, smooth hair. The feeling of the tongue in his mouth was slightly alien, but he again responded well and slid his own tongue against the other's with some abandon. His fingers tensed and pulled at the fabric of the shirt beneath them.

Rofiren pulled away, his heart thudding maddeningly. "Are you sure you still have things to experience?" He asked, kissing the other chaste on the lips setting down beside him. "If you do I am going to give you two weeks in which to complete them, or more time if you find you need it." He said, tracing his cheek. "After that, you're mine." He chuckled darkly.

The boy closed his eyes, steadying his breathing. "I can't think of...anything else. I don't need two weeks. I don't even need a day. I...don't have anything but you, now." He was a little sad that he couldn't quite remember much before he passed out, not even why he had been running, but he was happy to be where he was now, to have someone to care for him. "There's nothing. I'm yours now." He opened his eyes and smiled.

Rofiren frowned. "DOn't let this..." He paused to stroke the other's length boldly. "Rule you my love. I want you to take at least a week to think on everything first. I wouldn't want you to hate me in the future. You realize that living forever means you lose all contact of mortal pleasure? Well except a few things, sex is among those things..."

"Haaa..." Sivan's vocalizations came too easily. "I'm not being ruled by my hormones." He argued. "I have nothing but you. I can't go to college. I don't remember what highschool I was going to, even. I know I was in highschool, and I remember how old I am. But...college is the only other thing I would have had, and without my memories, that door is closed to me. I don't need a week. You're all I've got." He couldn't remember his family or friends, and Rofiren had become those things.

"And what happenes the day you do remember them?" He asked, kissing the other. "What happens with your family. What if they miss you? What will you do if you find them?" He asked, kissing the other on the forehead. "I would love to keep you even now, but you will hate me if you find out that you wont be able to keep them."

Sivan frowned and sighed, chastised for the moment, even though Rofiren's tone had been nothing but gentle. "I'm sorry. I'll think about it. But if I can't remember in a week...then I'll be yours?" He smiled up at him. He wasn't sure he had a family, and he thought if he did he might have felt some sort of pull to figure it out, even without his memories, but there was nothing. Not yet, anyway.

Rofiren nodded. "A week yes." He smiled, tracing the other's cheek. "This is the only time I have ever wished for one to not have anything." He said chuckling. "Mn, are you ready to go to find you some clothing?" He asked, hugging the other. He really hoped the other would want him in a week.

"Sure," he answered, resigned. Sivan smiled. He didn't mind wearing Rofiren's clothes, but he thought some more familiar clothes might be nice. Not necessarily his own clothes, but he felt like wearing jeans again. "Where are we going to go?" He wondered if they would be going into the city, but then, where else would they go?

"We are going to whatever place you feel like going. Probably one of the strip malls or the mall itself." He said, kissing the other. He wondered if he would remember anything when they went into town. He grabbed his long jacket, wrapping it around the boy. "It's going to be cold."

Sivan accepted the coat gladly. "I don't really care. Anything will do. I'm not picky about my clothes." He smiled at the kiss, liking the little bits of affection he was receiving. Tenderly, he slipped his hand into the other's as they readied to leave the house. "Are we walking, or do you have a car?"

Rofiren clutched the other's hand tightly in his own. "I have a car, don't worry." He said, wondering though if walking wouldn't be nice. But then considering that it was at least four miles into town walking wouldn't have been the best choice for the mortal beside him. He lead the other to his garage and opened the doors, going to his car, opening the door for him. "After you."

"Thanks." The boy smiled and clicked his seatbelt into place, folding his hands in his lap. He liked that Rofiren was such a gentleman. He had already started thinking about his mortality, and he wondered if Rofiren being a gentleman had something to do with his insistance on thinking, or if he was just watching out for his conscience. He instantly hated himself for that bitter thought, regretting that it had even come up. To distract himself, he asked, "What time is it?" He wondered if the places they intended to go would be open.

"It's ohh nine in the eve." He said, srugging. "Why do you ask?" He quested as he got into the driver's side, buckling his own belt as well and backing out of the driveway which was a long stone paved road that seemed to go on for a mile. He wondered what the other was thinking because he could tell there was a funny aura about him.

Sivan stared out the windshield. "I just wondered in case the stores might be closed." This little bit of small talk was not serving well to distract him. "So...are you gonna make me buy anything fancy?" He grinned. He considered even the clothes he was wearing now to be a bit fancy, since they weren't jeans. "I'm sure I wouldn't mind wearing whatever you picked out."

A small chuckle escaped Rofiren. "Oh yes darling, I think I will make you rather fashionable." He said, smiling at their surroundings as well. The place he lived was surrounded by beautiful trees, all of them with changing leaves with is being fall going into winter.

"Okay, but I still want to wear jeans once in a while. They're pretty comfortable." Sivan giggled. He noticed the trees too, looking out of the window instead of the windshield to see the pretty colors. "What kind of music do you like?" He had looked at the radio and the thought had hit him.

Rofiren smiled."Worry not! I like jeans on a man. And I don't have any preferance, so long as you don't put rap, country music or anything silly then we will be all right. And no eighties music. Has to be relatively new." He said, his brows furowing at the horrible to him music selections.

Sivan laughed. "I like pretty much everything, with the exceptions of country and rap also. I don't really mind eighties much, but I don't listen to it often, so I'll live without it." He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes. Car rides always made him a little sleepy, but he was determined to stay awake for this shopping trip.

Rofiren smiled pleasantly as he saw the other looking sleepy. "Mn I know what we're doing with you when we get home. You're taking a nap.. after of course you show me how nice you look in your clothing." He chuckled as they finally made their way onto the highway.

"Yeah, sleep doesn't sound too bad, and neither does modeling." The boy laughed and sat up, using whatever was outside the car to distract himself into staying awake. He silently wondered just how "stylish" Rofiren was going to make him, but he knew he wouldn't look silly in any of it. The man seemed to have good taste.

It wasn't too long that Sivan had to fight sleep. They had arrived at the mall in quicker time than what was originally estimated. He smiled and parked his car, getting out to open the door for the other, holding his hand out as a proper gentleman should. It was only polite.

Sivan smiled. "Why, thank you sir." He was being slightly silly, but he took the proferred hand and stood on the pavement. "Oh, this mall. I remember this place..." But he only remembered the place so far. There were quite a few high-end stores in this mall. Rofiren must have had a lot of money.

Rofiren smiled. "Good. Let's go in then shall we?" He asked, hooking arms with the other and leading him inside the vast structure that seemed to have a tropical feel about it that clashed with the weather outside. He smiled and took him into the first store there. He hummed and began looking at button ups. "You'd look beautiful in blue.."

The climate control inside the mall made the coat Sivan was wearing very unnecessary, so he took it off and draped it over his arm. "You think so?" He responded to Rofiren's comment. He turned to a different rack in the store, which was full of suit jackets and variations of them. Some of them were quite interesting.

Rofiren chuckled. "I know so." He grabbed a few button ups, some red, some blue, some green. He even found an orange one that wouldn't be too horrible. He wanted to see them on the other and as he looked up he smiled. He would look nice in a suit jacket. "There's jeans over here too hun." He said, comming across a pair that he knew would grip the other's behind just right.

"Yay, jeans." Sivan smiled, happy to find his comfort clothes in this store. He wasn't sure he had ever actually shopped in this store in his life. He couldn't remember enough to conclude whether he would have been able to. "Do you think I should try this stuff on here, or are we just going to get it and have me try it on at home?"

"Try it on here , but don't show me. Whatever you like we keep and whatever you don't we put back." Rofiren replied, smiling at him. "Try these on too." He said, handing him the shirts. He went to a mor girly section of the men's fashion, finding what would be a rather tight fitting shirt with a flower vine etched on ot in shiney silver. "And this ."

Sivan gave the shirt a look, skeptical about how it might look on him, but willing to try it for Rofiren. "Anything else before I go to the dressing room?" He smiled, the clothes feeling somewhat heavy in his arms. He would look for some more clothes for himself after he tried on the ones that Rofiren liked, though the ones he thought he might pick out weren't all that different from these.

Rofiren chuckled and handed him a pair of shorts that their length could be questioned. "And these. I can't wait to get you underwear shopping." He said, smirking and ushering the other forth. "Go now, you'll keep me in suspense."

"I hope you don't expect me to go out in public in these," Sivan commented, taking the shorts. He blushed a little at the prospect of shopping for underwear, but quickly disappeared into a dressing room. He stripped down and began trying on the clothes, starting with the shorts of questionable length just to get them out of the way. It turned out, not surprisingly, that they were embarrassing, but he would be willing to wear them just to humor Rofiren.

Rofiren wondered what the other was thinking to himself in the dressing room. He decided to wait on a bench, reading some random magazine that was by his side. He felt a fond smile etch to his face, wondering what it would be like whn he made the other his. And he had every intention on doing so, but he wouldn't until he was certain the boy wasn't going to hate him and run off somewhere.

The blue shirt, the fitted shirt, and the jeans turned out to be Sivan's favorite articles of clothing he had tried on. The other shirts looked good on him too, but he liked how he looked in the others the best. He found Rofiren sitting on the bench, after he had dressed in his clothes again. "I like all of them." He stated simply. Everything had looked good, truly. Rofiren had good taste. He was slightly worried that they would be going underwear shopping now, though.

Rofiren smiled. "Good. Let's get those bought and then we can go somewhere else to see if you don't want anything more comfortable, sweat pants and such." He said, kissing his lover while taking the items to the counter. Obviously money wasn't an issue with him and made a direct withdrawal from his account, helping the cashier who was rather surprised bag the items. "It's a shame the mall doesn't have carts."

Sivan laughed, wondering how much they were going to buy. "I kind of want something to sleep in. Pajamas pants or something." Sweat pants didn't sound very appealing, but a hooded sweatshirt did, and so did, suddenly, a leather jacket. He didn't want to ask for such a thing, though, because it would be pricey. Something with buckles sounded appealing too, pants or boots or a jacket.

Rofiren saw the look in his lover's eyes, carying the bags he walked over to him. "Get whatever you want." He siad sternly. He smiled and kissed him. "It's no object or worry." He pressed a kiss to the other's cheek, leading him into a sporty type store that would have tank tops and any sweaters the other would need.

"That's really generous of you. I mean, really." Sivan smiled and looked at the ground humbly, then looked around the store that they had entered. Since it was getting cold, the idea of tank tops wasn't too appealing, but they might have been nice for summer, so he looked through some. He found a long-sleeved shirt he liked, too. It was white and decorated with a green Chinese dragon on one sleeve.

What Rofiren liked most about the stores that sold comfort clothing the sizes weren't hard to tell apart and he wouldn't have to wait in suspense for his lover to try things on. "You're very welcome. I feel you are worth it, so, don't fret." He said, kissing his cheek. "We also need to get you socks too.." He trails off, finding some that looked sportsy but they weren't completely to his taste. A strange side of him wanted his lover to be in fluffy and comfortable socks.

Sivan made a face by scrunching up his nose a little. "I don't really like socks, but I'll wear them. I only like them when my feet are cold and when I wear shoes..." If he did wear socks, they would be fluffy, he supposed, but at a store like this, they would never find fluffy socks. They would probably have to find a store that sold women's apparel, and he dreaded that Rofiren might find something embarrassing and lacy to put him in if they went there. The thought made him blush, but his feeling changed from dread to just a little embarrassment and excitement.

Rofiren eyed the other curiously, reading his thoughts with ease. He began to chuckle. "Yes, a woman's store would be the best place." He said, eyeing across was a store that sold fulffy socks and other frilly items. "Mn, this should be fun." He grabbed his beloved's hand and began to lead him to the said store, forgetting bout regular socks.

Sivan followed his gaze to the store across from them, his cheeks flushing with the embarrassment that he knew was coming. He let himself be led, avoiding the looks of other shoppers, which were quite inquisitive. There could have been a number of reasons for two men to be shopping in a women's store, but the people in the store seemed to assume the most awkward things. "I'm going to be trying on more than just socks, huh?" He smiled a little.

Rofiren nodded as he spotted a rather nice looking pair of shorts. "These especially." He said, enjoying the satin material. "Oh yes..." He looked at some of the other underwear hanging about. "And those.. and a pair of those..." He began pulling them off the walls, handing them to the other.

The boy's eyes widened, first at the quantities of things being thrust into his arms, then at what the things actually looked like. There were tiny, lacy, silky things, and he was going to wear them. He suddenly realized he hadn't thought that he had to wear them, just that he was going to. He blushed, but smiled. "Rofiren...you're gonna buy out the store..." he muttered.

Rofiren smirked. "Perhaps, but please, go try them on at least before you get too huffy." He said, mirroring his movements in the other store and taking a seat with a magazine and waiting for the other. He felt just slightly pushy, but it wasn't like he was making the other wear them, if he didn't want to all he had to do was say so.

He knew he was going to be in the dressing room for a while, with all of these things, but Sivan went in, shut the door, and sighed. He stripped off everything again, this time picking up bits of lace and satin in turn. He tried on all of them, mostly keeping the ones that covered almost everything, rather than almost nothing. He exited the dressing room soon enough, fully dressed again, leaving the ones he didn't want in the dressing room. "Here, I picked these." He showed the choices to Rofiren.

Rofiren smiled. "Brilliant! Now, find some fuzzy socks hmn?" He asked, kissing the other. "I hope I didn't make you too uncomfortable." He toyed with a strand of the other's hair, humming as he began to look at the random pairs of fuzzy socks. "Mn, colors..."

Sivan laughed. "Does it really matter what color they are? They're going on my feet!" He smiled, even though he still felt funny looks from other people in the store. He was still carrying the haul of frilly underwear in his arms, and he was sure by now the other patrons didn't think they were shopping for a sister or a friend. He shrugged to himself. "I like blue, if that helps."

Rofiren shot a glare to the rude staring people and went about picking out different kinds of socks. He found blue ones and shades of green that he thought the other might like. He also bought purple, orange and yellow ones as well. "You're practically a rainbow of colored socks. Now. Let's get to check out and then we can go look at leather." As he said this a sadistic grin slipped onto his face.

Automatically, Sivan blushed. "God, that sounded really suggestive. If I hadn't wanted a leather coat, I would have been scared when you mentioned leather." He giggled a little nervously. He had an image in his head, though, of Rofiren in leather pants. It was probably one of the best things his imagination had ever seen, but he snapped out of it before he zoned out and dropped everything, and he hoped his gifted companion didn't read that thought.

Rofiren of course caught the other's thought, he could read the other's mind after all. "I all ready have leather." He said, being sure to wear it when they returned home. He kissed the other's cheek, whispering in his ear. "I may have to show you what I mean when we return." He gave the other's ear a nip before paying for the items , carrying the bags as they walked to the leather store.

Sivan blushed a darker shade of pink, shivering at the little nip to his ear. He followed silently behind Rofiren, trying to devise a way to control or guard his thoughts. He hadn't come up with anything by the time they reached the store, and his thoughts were interrupted anyway by the wonderful smell of leather. He smiled. "Mmm...real leather smells so good."

Rofiren smirked and kissed the other on the cheek. "And it smells even better with a hint of arousal, don't you think?" He chuckled and brought him in the store, now really wishing they had a cart. He saw the usual jackets and coats in the store, long ones, short ones, just nice things. And then he saw the gloves.. and further into a closed section a bunch of rather.. risque outfits he found highly amusing and entertaining. "Oh my."

The boy couldn't really blush anymore, and he shivered slightly. He loved the way Rofiren said some things so suggestively. He was getting used to it, little by little. He glanced at a few jackets that he thought might be interesting, but his eyes soon found the same things Rofiren's had, and his eyes widened. Now that was something that might be embarrassing to buy.

Rofiren smirked as his hands wandered over some of the items. He rather enjoyed a tight leather corset. "You will try this on please?" He asked, a puppy dog pout present on his features. He really wanted to see the other in it, he also snatched a pair of laced up gloves from the wall to put on the other. "And these.. "

Blushing yet again, Sivan replied, "Yes." Even though he was blushing, the awkward items that Rofiren was picking out were something that he was also getting used to. He wasn't sure that he was quite built to wear a corset, though he thought he could probably be formed to wear it.

Rofiren found a rather nice sweeping leather jacket that the other could possibly appreciate. "Do you like this?" He asked, holding it out to the other in such a way that the item could be seen and admired.

"Hmmm...." Sivan appraised the jacket. "I like it, but I was thinking something with more buckles, maybe. Like..." He looked around, finding a jacket that caught his eye, mainly because of all the shiny pieces of metal studding it. "This one." He held it out, trying to see if Rofiren liked it.

Rofiren felt the corners of his lips lift in a seductive smile. "I like it very much. Now! Be gone before I put you in something embarassing! Try them on, keep what you like and then let us be on our way!" He said, rather excited to the run way show he would be getting at home.

Sivan darted off to the dressing rooms in this store too. The jacket was unnecessary to try on, and the gloves probably were too, but he slipped the corset on, finding it difficult to lace by himself. He laced it as well as he could, though, blushing once more. It looked...good, strangely enough. He liked it, too, more than the lacy things.

Rofiren waited rather impatiently. He was anxious to get the other home. "Come now love, hurry hurry." He said, grinning as he imagined him in the corset. "Delightful image." He muttered to himself. "My gods it's going to be hard to keep my hands to myself with him around."

"Okay, okay." Sivan came out of the dressing room smiling. "I liked it all. Are we ready to go home?" He twirled another piece of hair around his finger, chewing his lower lip. He was nervous about showing off all of his new clothes for Rofiren, but somewhat excited at the same time.

Rofiren nodded. "Yes! Let's get all of this to the check out and we can be on our way." He said, knowing he had a lot of trunk room for the items. He wanted to get the other home quickly. He already started to bring the things over to the check out.

Sivan followed faithfully, but looked away from the cashier to avoid getting odd looks for the items they were purchasing. He didn't even know if they were getting weird looks this time, but he didn't feel like chancing it, and he glanced around the store at the many different leather goods they sold. He hoped they could come back here someday. That didn't have to be soon, though. He was quite content with all of the things that Rofiren had bought for him, things to spoil him with. He smiled to himself.

After Rofiren grabbed those bags as well he turned to the other. "Anything else you would like to do while we're out? Would you like to get pizza or anything of the sort? I wouldn't mind taking you out to eat somewhere." He said, wishing to take the other in his arms but he couldn't considering they were completely filled with bags.

"No, thank you. I'm not hungry just yet." Sivan looked at Rofiren curiously for a moment. "Would you like me to carry a couple bags, or something?" They had bought quite a lot of things, and he felt bad for not carrying any of it. Though he was sure the weight was no problem for the man, it was the awkward nature of carrying so many things that bothered him and made him want to help.

Rofiren shook his head while leading the other out to the car. "No thank you darling. I have it well enough." He made a kissing face at him while he pressed a button on the keys that were looped around his wrist, opening the trunk and putting the bags in there. "It will be rather fun to get you home I think." He said, kissing the other. He went to the passanger side of the car and opened the door for his beloved.

Sivan blushed, probably not for the last time, at the implications in what Rofiren said. He buckled his seat belt, a little nervous excitement beginning to create butterflies in his stomach. It would be fun to get home. He wasn't sure how well he would do as a model, since he couldn't recall having modeled anything before, but it couldn't be that difficult. And he thought Rofiren would probably be happy with however he modeled.

Upon dirving through the town Rofiren smiled. "Hun, are you sure you don't want to stop somewhere? Maybe get a strawberry shake? Or perhaps something to nibble on? I can always get you something later, I just want you to be happy." He said, again offering if his lover was hungry. He smiled and kissed him as they pulled up to a red light.

Giggling at Rofiren's insistence, Sivan assured him that he didn't need anything. "I promise, I'm not hungry right now. Maybe later. I just want to go home and try on my clothes for you." He smiled up at him, choosing to be bold enough to lean up and kiss him on the cheek, since they were stopped at a red light.

Rofiren grinned and returned the other's kiss, only he returned his on the lips, just as the light turned green. "If you insist darling." He said, driving off to the house again. He was rather at peace as they arrived back home, stepping out of his car with practically a slight boost in his step. "By the way, did you want to share a room or have your own room?"

"I...guess I'd never thought about it before. If it's okay, I think I would like to share room with you. I mean, if you want to show me other rooms, I'll consider them, but I think I want to stay with you." Sivan looked out the window the rest of the way home, smiling slightly to himself and thinking. He hadn't remembered anything so far. He had six more days to contemplate what he might be giving up, and nothing was presenting itself to him, no memories were surfacing, but he wasn't sad.

Rofiren smiled and stepped to open the door for the other. "Well then, I will show you to our room and get you settled in." He said, pressing a kiss to the other's lips. He then proceeded to carry the bags from the car while leading the other to his new room, dropping the bags on the bed.

Sivan smiled and sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room. So, this would be his room too, now. He was already used to it, even though he had only stayed in it one night. As he eyed the bags near him, he asked, "So where are we having this 'fashion show'? Right here?" He supposed the bedroom would be the most proper place for the some of the rather risque things he was going to be showing off.

Rofiren smiled and nodded, laying on his bed. "Yes, the joining bathroom will work nicely for this little excersize with you." He said, motioning to it. "In fact, it will be very nice" He couldn't wait to see the other in everything they had retrieved.

"Okay." Sivan smiled and grabbed all of the bags off the bed, dragging them to the bathroom with him. He decided that he would try on all of the regular clothes first, and save the best and most revealing things for last. That way he could build excitement and suspense for the other.

Rofiren decided to make himself more comfortable, slipping his shirt away to slip on in its place a warm robe while he tied it losely and sat on the bed, propped against the head board, waiting to watch the show.

Sivan was nervous, even though all he was trying on just yet was shirts and pants. He stripped off his original clothes, putting on the new jeans he had gotten, and a new shirt with it. He would just wear the jeans with the rest of the shirts. He walked out of the bathroom in the first outfit, managing a smile.

Rofiren grinned while he eyed the other. "Beautiful" He said, admiring every bit of Sivan's clothing. It fit perfectly to his form, and it seemed to go with his personality. "Very beautiful my dear. I can't wait to see the next. This one matches you entirely."

The boy went through the next few shirts somewhat quickly, trying them on and showing them off in turn. The shirts were not the point of interest, nor was he worried about them. Shirtless, but still wearing his jeans, he peeked around the door of the bathroom. He blushed a little, then closed the door again and sighed. He decided to just suck it up and put on the intimidating frilly things like he had put on the other things. He shed his jeans, donned the first pair of effeminate underwear, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Rofiren bit his lip to keep the noise of lust slipping by. "My my.." He made a motion in the air for the other to move in a circle. He enjoyed these for the few items they had gone through. 'Oh gods I wont be able to last through the whole show. He thought to himself, groaning inwardly.

Slightly embarrassed, Sivan moved in a circle, as dictated, and blushed wildly. He moved his hand in front of his mouth, curling it into a loose fist and resting his curled index finger on his lower lip. After he turned once, he darted back into the bathroom, trying on the next few frilly articles. That only left...the leather corset and gloves. What was he going to wear with it? Nothing matched. He would just have to wear...nothing with it. With a little less difficulty than the first time he tried it on, he laced the corset, then slipped off the gloves. As he exited the bathroom for the last time, he turned his head to the side, his eyes half-closed and his cheeks flushed brilliantly.

Rofiren gasped as he saw this. "Oh my my..." He shuddered. "Perhaps you should change again to something more normal.. before I ravish you." He said seductively, clutching at his chest while his nonexistant heart rate sped up. He wanted the other, his length was hardened and practically weeping as he saw this otfit, but he didn't want to move too quickly.

Sivan's blush darkened, and his gaze dropped to the floor before scanning up to Rofiren's face. He didn't fail to notice the reaction that he was causing, and he took a step forward rather than go back to the bathroom and change. He moved his hand away from his mouth, pursing his lips nervously. "What if...that's what I want?" He could hardly keep his voice from trembling as he moved closer to the man, finally stopping to straddle one of Rofiren's legs.

Rofiren gasped sharply, feeling lust take hold with it's warm grip everywhere imaginable. "My darling.. please.. you have to be sure, and the night I make love to you, is the night I turn you into my kind. Please darling, torment us not."

Sivan chewed on his lower lip, reaching up to twist and tug on a strand of his hair as he thought. It was a difficult decision. He shouldn't be impulsive, as he seemed to be now, and he was supposed to be considering his mortality for an entire week; it had only been a day. But he had nothing that he could remember being attached to. The only attachment he had now was Rofiren, and that was what he wanted. He looked up into his eyes, trying to look and sound confident as he replied, "I am sure. This is what I want."

The boy's readiness was arousing. But it hadn't been the week. He traced along the other's cheek. "I know you're impatient darling. I know you want me, and every god known knows I want you terribly at the moment. But it hasn't been a week." He presed a small kiss to his lips. "Please.. just heed me."

His expression changing to one of understanding disappointment, Sivan leaned into the touch against his cheek and smiled wryly. "Okay, I understand. A week." His heart felt heavy now, when it had been so light and fluttery a moment ago, rapidly beating in his chest. He slid off of Rofiren's lap and walked back to the bathroom. He changed back into jeans then, placing the corset and gloves on top of the pile of the other clothes he had tried, choosing to leave his shirt off as he came back out. "Better?" He smiled.

Rofiren nodded. "Yes, much. Don't get me wrong, I loved it and wanted you, but you know how I am. Perhaps within a week hmn?" He pated the bed for the other to be next to him. He wanted now to merely coddle the boy, pleased for his own change, not so hard anymore.

Sivan sat next to him, leaning his head against his shoulder, closing his eyes and feeling his cool skin against his cheek. "Yes, a week. I can wait a week. We can. I'll just have to keep wearing my jeans." He smiled and chuckled a little. "Should we put all of my new clothes away?" He wasn't sure where they should go.

Rofiren nodded, "Bring your clothing here. We can hang them in the same. At least the shirts. The dresser we can share too." He said, feeling as though they were a married couple. He smiled to himself at the thought.

Nodding, Sivan stood and walked to the bathroom, returning with the pile of clothes in his arms. He hadn't bothered to put it all back in the bags, but it wasn't any easier to carry it this way. He dropped it onto the bed behind Rofiren. "Here it is, except the jeans I'm wearing, of course."

Rofiren smiled and began folding the pants. "You're such a sweet boy." He said, getting up to grab some hangers as well, hanging the shirts. "I think I am enjoying you being here. Immesnely."

"Good, because I enjoy being here. Not that I remember anything to compare it to, but I feel that I have never been in any place that has made me feel as happy as I feel here." Sivan did not have a problem making light of his situation, his lacking memory. If he didn't know what he was missing, he couldn't miss it, right? If no memories surfaced by the end of the week, he would have nothing to be sad about giving up, either. He sorted out the frilly things and laid them in a neat stack, which would probably go in the dresser.

Rofiren put the clothing that needed to go in the closet up for the time. Then he opened his dresser drawers. "Top is socks, second pants, third fourth and fith for whatever you please." He said, winking at the other. He didn't want things to be too difficult, he felt it was easier to keep things arranged as they were. He went back to help put the rest of the clothing up, laying beside the other. "Anything else you wish to get done tonight?"

Sivan rested his head in his hand, laying on his side and facing Rofiren. He really couldn't think of anything he wanted to. More shopping sounded like fun, but he would feel bad for asking the man to buy him more things. He sort of thought he wanted to read, but he wasn't sure what. "I think I want to read. What do you suggest?"

Rofiren smiled. "That's fine if you want, but I don't know, maybe we could go on a non tasked date somewhere? A movie? Resturant? For a walk? The woods here are beautiful. Maybe you will see things you recognize. You came in the direction from Avire city we could go there and see perhaps if yu remember anything?"

The name of the city sparked a fragment of memory in Sivan's mind. He closed his eyes, and the image inside his mind was dark and rather frightening. He was in the back seat of a car, and blindfolded. And that was where the memory ended. "Okay, we can go. Let's go for a walk, if you don't mind. I am not hungry yet, and I don't really know of any movies I would like to see." He shook his head and stood up. If they were going out, he would need a shirt. He went to the closet and picked out one of his new shirts, then slipped it on and put his new leather jacket on over it.

Rofiren frowned, having caught the image from his lover's mind. He grabbed his hand, leading him out of the house, deciding to bring a lantern so the other would be able to see better. "Luckily it's not more than an hour's walk to Avire, but we'll take the path you came, see if it's any different." He would protect the other, not one thing could stop him from that. He kissed his cheek. "The memory you had.. worries me." He mumbled softly. He lead the other to the woods, leading him back. "This is where I found you." He said, showing where the grass hadn't quite recovered from the weight that had once been there. "You can see your trail rather clear off that way. The gras is bent and broken."

Sivan nodded almost imperceptibly, a look of concentration hardening his features. So now he knew...he had come this way, passed out? and now this memory. Everything had yet to become clear, but at least he had an idea of what he had been running from. Or maybe that wasn't it at all. Maybe that was just a fragment of a memory from some other traumatic experience. It was possible. He squeezed Rofiren's hand in his own. "Can we...follow my path? I want to see where I ran from."

Rofiren nodded, giving the other's hand a gentle caress, leading him further into the woods. None of the animals would bother them with Rofiren being as he was, but he wasn't sure about people. He didn't sense anyone out here though, but he could see far ahead a highway. "There's a highway up ahead..It might be more difficult to track you." He said, finding the trail seemed to lead right up to it.

Once at the edge of the highway, Sivan sighed and closed his eyes, struggling to recall anything. "So does this mean...did I escape from a car or something? If the trail leads from the highway..." This meant, at least, that the memory of the car and being blindfolded was not a memory from long ago, and most likely contributed to his current situation. It was strange and unsettling, and he wished he could make sense of it. There was nothing around the highway but more woods.

Rofiren studied the path carefully. They were slightly angled from a direction so he knew what direction the car had come from. "This way dear. The tracks turn into the woods, the car must have kept going. Come." He said, tugging him along the road, he didn't see anything else that would alert them for more clues, but there were road signs indicating they were just about to walk into the city. Lights. Anything. Something had to look familiar to the other.

So far, there was nothing overly familiar to Sivan about barren highway and the beginning glimmer of lights. It only looked like a city to him. Then suddenly, something seemed to trigger a memory. He fell to his knees in the gravel beside the road, his eyes closed, his hands clutching the sides of his head. This time, the memory showed his walking along the road, but not this road, carrying a backpack. It looked like he was hitchhiking. When he opened his eyes and came back to reality, he realized he was breathing heavily. The memories coming back sort of hurt. This memory didn't seem to help much either, but he looked up at Rofiren, searching his face to see what he could make of the memory.

Rofiren knelt beside his lover. "Keep strong, we need to find that road." He said, rising and taking note of the trees he had seen in the mind image. He looked about and saw nothing, but further walking, he motioned the other to him. "Is this it?" He asked, pointing to a road that looked identical.

"I...I'm not sure. You can probably match the images better than I can, but I think that's it." Sivan answered, walking obediently to Rofiren. His legs were a little shaky, and he thought he felt a little wave of nausea, but he was otherwise fine. Looking at the line of trees, he waited for another memory to surface, but was somewhat relieved when nothing happened. "Maybe we should...keep going. Can you find any trail from here?"

Rofiren shook his head but lead the other down the road. "The trail is gone, I am guessing you were taken part way by car. Obviously. I wonder if you had gotten into any kind of trouble.. obviously with the first image you had.. I would say most certainly."

Sivan nodded. "I am sure I was in some kind of trouble, I just don't know if I got myself into that trouble, or if someone else did. Or...maybe it was random." He shook his head, unable to decide without memory to help. "I don't have any other memories right now. This might be all for tonight." He looked around the scenery. Everything was blank from here, but he wanted to know why he was hitchhiking in that memory. What had happened?

Rofiren nodded. "All right then love. Do you wish to go back to the house then?" He asked, decided to let the other take a rest as well, standing still while looking over on the road. He wondered so much what had happened, was worried terribly about it.

"Yeah, let's just go back for tonight. I kind of want to try to find out more tomorrow night, if you don't mind." Sivan realized that trying to retrieve his memories had made him impossibly tired. It had drained his energy, and he wondered what time it was. It had to be pretty late.

Rofiren gave the other a nod. "Certainly. And then tomorrow we will pick up from here." He pulled the other to him then, catching him in an involved kiss, pushing his tongue in his mouth, holding the other tightly to him. "I promise we will figure this out."

Sivan was breathless after the kiss, and smiled. "I'm sure we will, especially with your abilities. Without you, I would probably just be stumbling around, or maybe even back in that car..." He frowned, then shook away the memory for the moment. He wrapped his arms around Rofiren's neck, unwilling to walk all the way back, feeling a little helpless and sleepy.

Rofiren smiled. "Tomorrow we will take the car." He said, deciding to carry the other. He bent down, slipping an arm under the other's legs and the other supporting his shoulders, carrying him with ease back the way they came. "You're exhausted." He said gently in explanation.

"Thanks," Sivan mumbled groggily, sort of snuggling against Rofiren's body while he was carried. He placed a hand against his chest and sighed. He hoped that they could find more of his memories the next night, even though it was a little painful to regain some of them. He tried to stay awake as he was carried home, but he fell asleep in Rofiren's arms.

It didn't take too long for Rofiren to reach their home again. When he did he placed the boy on their bed and kissed him gently, removing his shoes and shirt and pants, leaving him in his underwear before covering. He took a seat next to the bed, begining to read.

Sivan rolled over in his sleep, falling into the beginnings of a dream that was pleasantly devoid of any meaning or direction.

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The next night, Sivan woke up feeling a little renewed. He replayed the memories he had recovered the night before, making sure he still remembered them, and rolled over to face Rofiren. "Good, uh, evening." He said sleepily. He realized he was already becoming accustomed to sleeping away the day and being awake during the night. He smiled to himself at the thought.

Rofiren opened his eyes and smiled at the other. "Good evening." He said in response, pressing a kiss to the other's cheek. "Did you sleep all right?" He asked, relenquishing his hold on his beloved.He sat up and ran a hand through his hair, looking around for his brush.

"Yes, I slept well. Did you?" Sivan wasn't sure what Rofiren's sleeping habits were like, if he usually slept well, or dreamed, or if he usually slept in this bed. He didn't know much about him. Quickly, he decided he wanted to know more about the man he was staying with before they went on their quest to find more of his memories. "I know what I want to do today." He said, sitting up as well.

"I slept very well. And what is it you wish to do?" He asked, placing his hands on either side of the other's face and pressing a kiss to his lips before crawling over him to retrieve the brush that was on the inn table on his lover's side of the bed.

Sivan smiled, running his fingers through his hair and thinking in some small part of his brain that he wanted a bath. "I want to learn about you." He yawned singularly, shaking off the last remnants of sleep. "I want to know more about you, what you like to do, what you want to do, hopes, dreams, and other various cliches." He giggled. "I just feel like I know so little about you."

Rofiren raised an eyebrow. "Why in the devil would you want to know all of that?" He asked while brushing his hair and then stripping his shirt. "I'm not so interesting." He caught the mind of the other about the bath though. "Mn, we could talk about it, if you wish to join me in the bath that is." He said, not wanting to admit he wanted the other to be in the bath for his eye viewing pleasure.

Smirking now, Sivan answered, "I'll only join you in the bath if you promise to tell me about yourself." He slipped out from under the covers and stretched his arms over his head. He was onto Rofiren's game, since it wasn't all that difficult to figure out.

"Gladly." He said, stripping while he walked to the bathroom. He started the bath water, sitting nakedly on the edge of the large basin, wondering if he would be able to keep his hands from his lover as he thought about the other being naked and besides him.

Sivan followed, but didn't strip until he got to the bathroom. He was only wearing underwear in the first place, though, so there wasn't much to take off. When he entered the bathroom, though, he blushed as he finally took in Rofiren's naked form. He seemed ridiculously beautiful and perfect, and he was suddenly self-conscious, but stripped anyway and walked nearer to him.

Rofiren smiled and kissed the other on the cheek before sitting in the almost half filled tub. "Well, what's the first thing you curious little mind wishes to know?" He asked while eyeing the naked other.

"I don't know now. You made me forget." Sivan pouted, but then took on a thoughtful expression. He climbed into the tub too before asking his question. "If you don't mind the question, how did you become...immortal?" He thought it might be a sensitive subject, and wondered if it would be a long story. "If you don't want to tell, that's fine." He added quickly.

Rofiren smiled, pulling the other against him. "No I don't mind telling you at all. I loved him. The man who turned me into this. Very sweet, very loving and entirely mine. He's in sleep right now. I don't expect him to wake for another millenia."

Sivan felt a little pang of sadness, realizing that he had fallen for Rofiren, and he was sad to know that the man already belonged to someone else. "I see..." he answered, trying to keep the emotion out of his voice, but knowing the other would see into his mind anyway. "So...how long have you been immortal?" He asked, changing the subject.

Rofiren looked alarmed a moment. "Oh my dear,I meant I loved him as one would a father." He said, caressing his darling's cheek. " I have been this way for eight hundred years roughly." He said, stroking Sivan's cheek.

"Eight hundred years? That's a long time..." Sivan felt his heart lift a little with this new information, and he felt a little bad for assuming. Then he pouted again. It was distracting, being in a bathtub with a beautiful naked man. "I can't come up with anymore questions..." He bit his lower lip and looked down, but regretted that move suddenly when he remembered that water was transparent. He looked up and away, and blushed again.

Rofiren smiled softly and kissed the other's neck. "Do you want me to help you with that?" He asked, deciding that while he wanted them to wait to completely couple he could at least pleasure his lover in a sense in another way, hand or mouth, either was fine with him.

Sivan gasped and shivered at the seemingly familiar sensation of Rofiren's mouth near his neck. He sort of anticipated another moment like what had happened before, the piercing of his flesh and the curious lack of pain, or at least as much pain as there probably should have been. His heart thudded in his chest again, and he responded with a weak, "Yes..." He knew, though, that if he let him touch him like that, the rest of the week would be nearly unbearable for him. He would be distracted from trying to retreive his memories by memories that he would accumulate from this, but he still wanted it to happen.

Rofiren smiled and kissed along the other's neck, slipping his hand to his length under water, grasping the flesh tightly while begining to nibble on the flesh under his lips. He let his teeth scrape the other and let himself stroke the other slowly, pressing his fangs to bite into the other, at last giving himself over to feeding of him.

Sivan let out a low moan, knowing somehow that he was going to become a masochist because of this, and he didn't care in the least. He let his hands thread into Rofiren's smooth, beautiful hair, his body arching against the other, into his touch. He wanted him desperately, completely, wanted him to be inside of him, and didn't want to wait an entire week. He breathed Rofiren's name.

Rofiren felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand as he kissed the other hardly after he heard the noise. "Someone's aroused." He stated softly, continuing his ministrations on the other trying to please him as well as he could, he wouldn't let the other take it farther, though he could tell by his thoughts that was exactly what the other was going for.

What Rofiren said was obvious, but Sivan found himself a little too aroused to even care to answer properly. He only answered with another moan, this one a little louder. He felt the slightest bit dizzy, what with losing a small amount of blood and the rest being concentrated somewhere other than his brain. His half-lidded gaze settled on Rofiren's face, beautiful enough to cause a shiver to travel the length of his spine.

Rofiren gave a dark and seductive chuckle, kissing the other's lips hungrily, stroking him faster while tightening his grip about him. He enjoyed having this power over the other, enjoyed what he was able to make him do, to make him in so much, to make him feel. He couldn't help that he was a sadist, he couldn't help as well that his lover was a masochist. But none of that mattered to him, he just wanted to make the other moan to him, call out his name, belong, and no one would ever get in the way of that.

Sivan felt familiar tension in his abdomen, the pooling heat, hotter than the bath water, which was actually beginning to cool. The noises of pleasure he made grew more intense, and he was so close to his climax. He pulled the pretty black hair in his fingers a little, pressing his lips to Rofiren's. He closed his eyes and arched against him once more, then met his climax all too suddenly, crying Rofiren's name in his ecstasy.

Rofiren let the other's seed wash away in the water, stroking him clean and kissing him gently. When he pulled away he smiled soft. "Mn, I would imagine you fel better, no?" He asked, stroking the other's hair with his clean hand, the other hand swishing in the water to clean.

Smiling, Sivan answered, "Yeah." He giggled a little. "I don't feel as clean as I might have, though. Now the bath water is kind of dirty." It was cold by now too, and he thought he might like to get out. He had forgotten that there was anything else he wanted to know about Rofiren, but now he remembered that that was what he had wanted to do that evening. "Hey, I still have to think of more questions to ask you..."

Rofiren smiled. "Well.. should we refill the tub or do you wish to get out?" He asked, kissing the other again. "At least however you will be comfortable most to talk?" He asked, laying back in the water, not caring one bit about what was in the water.

"Well, my fingers are starting to get all wrinkly, so I wouldn't mind getting out." Sivan giggled a little. "You can stay in if you want to though." He shrugged and stepped over the side of the tub, wrapping a towel around his waist. He sat down next to the tub, and voiced his next question. "Where are you from? Do you remember?" He added the last part because he was keeping in mind that it had been eight hundred years.

"East Persia." Rofiren answered in a purr, stepping out of the tub and following the other with the towels. He let the water out of the tub. "Perhaps later we can give you a real bath." He said softly. He wrapped a towel around his form.

Nodding, Sivan was seeing a little vision in his imagination of Persia, or what little he knew of Persia. It was pretty. "What did you do in Persia? I mean, were you a merchant, or a soldier, or...or..." He trailed off, unable to come up with any other possible profession. He was excited now, hungry for knowledge of the other, and hoping he wouldn't overstep his boundaries with questions.

"I was a scribe." He said softly. "I worked under my king, whatever he said I would write and preserve. It was necessary then." He said, smiling. "Don't worry you aren't asking too much, ask all you will." He said, smilnig.

Sivan's eyes got wide and he smiled. "That is...really fascinating. It just sounds so cool!" A new question suddenly formed in his head. "The man that created you, was he Persian too?" There was no way he was giving up the stuff he was finding out now to go retrieve his own memories. This was much more interesting, and much less painful for him. He only hoped remembering these things wasn't causing Rofiren pain in any way.

Rofiren grinned and nodded. "Yes, he was. And he was even more beautiful than I." He said, sitting in his chair. "Now, why don't you sit with me and ask the other random questions you have?" He suggested, finding himself pleased that the other was so interested in him.

Shaking his head, Sivan answered, "I find that very hard to believe. I've never known anyone as beautiful as you, that I can remember, at least." He doubted he had known anyone as pretty, anyway. He thought for a moment, trying to come up with another question. "Did you ever see a harem? Have you ever known any eunuchs?" The questions seemed slightly silly.

Rofiren nodded. "Yes, I knew many of them, I often wrote their words into stories so they would have something to dream about." He said, smiling. " I have been in a harem yes, but it wasn't my thing. It was nice, but just not for me."

"Wow, that's just so..." Kind? Romantic, in a fairytale sort of way? He wasn't sure what to say. He had sort of assumed that the harem wouldn't have been all that interesting to Rofiren, but he was glad, as a servant to the king, that he had not been made into a eunuch too, though it wouldn't have diminished his lover's beauty in the least. "Was your maker a eunuch?" It didn't seem so, but since they were on both subjects, he was compelled to ask.

Rofiren chuckled. "No, he was made in the time before they started the practice. And truthfully I almost did become one, but my king anf my maker were on good terms, My maker must have put good word in with him to let me keep all said man parts. " He said, smiling.

"Oh, well, that's good then." Sivan giggled. He sat as near to Rofiren as possible, without actually sitting in his lap, and toyed with a strand of his long hair. It was soft and smooth, and more or less dry, even though they had just gotten out of the bath. Suddenly, interrupting his own questions, Sivan wondered what time it was. He hoped they had plenty of night left for attempting to retrieve some more of his memories.

Rofiren caught his lover's thought. "Yes it's only nine at the moment, we have plenty of time. Do you wish to go searching again?" He asked, running his fingers through his loved one's hair. He would do anything that the other wished for him to do.

Sivan nodded. "I do, but I think I would like to eat first." His stomach had rumbled quietly to catch his attention. He didn't want anything too heavy because he was afraid that if the pain of retrieving memories became too much, he would just throw it back up. He didn't want to do that. Aside from that, he also thought they should probably get dressed before they went searching.

"Certainly, what would you like to eat?" Rofiren asked with a smile. He couldn't wait to bring his lover with to help him unravel more of his memories. "And yes I agree with your thought, we should get dressed." He grinned and went to their room to dress so he could cook the other a nice breakfast without being naked doing so.

Sometimes, Sivan thought it was kind of nice that Rofiren could hear his thoughts. He liked not always having to try to voice what he was thinking. He followed the other to their room to get dressed as well, thinking of something that he might like to eat. He put on jeans and a shirt and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I think I want...eggs. Scrambled eggs. That sounds good."

Rofiren smiled and dressed similar to his lover, but he never wore jeans, instead he wore slacks and a long sleeved shirt. He went back downstaires and grabbed eggs out of the fridge and a bowl to stir them in. "Salt and peper?"

"No salt, just pepper," Sivan answered, taking a seat so he could watch Rofiren cook. He wondered if the immortal man had learned to cook for some reason, or if he had done it just to pass time. "Rofiren...has anyone else ever stayed with you? Anyone...human?"

Rofiren froze at the question. "Yes actually." He answered, not furthering until he wondered why the other would ask. "Why?" He added, turning his stove on. He looked back at the other curiously as he stirred the eggs.

"I only wondered because I couldn't think of any other reason you would know how to cook. Sorry, I won't ask about that anymore if you don't want to talk about it." He hoped he hadn't hurt him or made him remember painful things. He crossed his arms on the surface in front of him, then laid his head on his arms, trying to look nonchalant.

"It's not really a bother, I just didn't want you to feel jealous about it is all." Rofiren said, pouring the egg mixture into the frying pan, adding the salt and peper as well, letting them simmer and grabbing a spatula. "I mean,I have had other mortals here. Some have been lovers, the majority have been merely friends. In fact out of the tweleve mortals I have had live here two of them were lovers."

Sivan nodded and answered, "Oh." He tried to make his tone light. Two out of twelve was not a high enough number to alarm him, or make him jealous. He also had no idea how long ago that might have been, so he had no real reason to be jealous. He couldn't think of anything else to say while the eggs cooked, and he hoped Rofiren would read his thoughts and know he was not upset.

Rofiren shot a wink at him and chopped up the frying mass of eggs, swishing them about. "Well, now that that's settled, do you remember any past lovers at all?" He asked, wondering what the other had been like before he met him.

Sivan shook his head. "No, I don't remember any. I mean, I don't really think I am old enough to have had "lovers", per se." It was possible that he could have had a boyfriend, or maybe even a girlfriend (though he doubted that), which could have been referred to as a lover. He couldn't remember them anyway, though. And then he had a new thought. "I wonder if..." he whispered aloud to himself. He wondered if he had been in some kind of trouble with someone important, or maybe someone's son or daughter?

Rofiren looked curiously at him, abandoning the eggs for a moment to do so. "Coming on the verge of a discovery?" He asked, turning off the stove as they were done. "Did you want toast?" He asked, prepared to grab out the bread if the other had.

"No, thank you," Sivan mumbled, still trying to gather his thoughts. "I was only wondering if maybe I had involved myself with the wrong lover, and that's what kind of trouble I was in, in those memories. I don't really know, I was just thinking that could be possible."

"It is possible, we wont know until we go and look later this eve. I would like to sort this out as much as you would. Mainly because I intend to keep you." Rofiren replied, putting away butter and such.

Smiling, Sivan answered, "If you intend to keep me anyway, what does my past matter?" He knew the answer to that question anyway, it was more of a rhetorical question. If he discovered something through his memories that made him want to find companions or relatives, would he still want to become immortal? Would Rofiren make him stay?

"My intentions and your past's intentions are two different things. I wont keep you here against your will. At all. Not for any reason." He said, shrugging. "But my intentions are to keep you because to be quite frank, I think I like you much."

Sivan smiled yet again. "That might be enough to make me want to stay, regardless of what my memories turn up. I mean, if I was in enough trouble to be dumped off on the side of the road, was my past really so great I would want to go back to it?" He shrugged. "I guess we'll just need to find more of my memories."

"Yes.. my problem is that you may have family on the search for you." Rofrien said to him, handing his plate of food over as it was done. "I wouldn't want them to find you here and think of you kidnapped."

"Oh." Sivan nodded and looked down at his food for a moment. "Well...I wouldn't let them think that. I would defend you. You saved me, after all." He looked up and smiled. "I had a thought, though. If I had a family that was looking for me, wouldn't we have seen something in town? I mean, I think I've been gone long enough...I don't know, though." He started eating his eggs.

Rofiren smiled. "We will see." He said, setting a stool up next to the other on the other side of the bar, watching him curiously. He loved the way the other was trying to make him practically abandon this quest to find his family just to be with him. He felt a surge of love for the other while he analyzed this.

Sivan finished his eggs quietly, then pushed the plate away and smiled. He ran his fingers through his hair quickly. "Well, shall we head out, and try to find some more memories?" Now he was sort of in the mood to find out more. His memories were the key to his future. If he had a family, and they were looking for him, he should probably go back to them. But...honestly, he didn't think he would ever be able to forget Rofiren, and he didn't want to. He shook his head. "Let's go." He stood and smiled.

Rofiren smiled. "Well, let's go to the car then. I will park it where we left off yesterday and perhaps we can drive around and you can notice things as we do." He said, taking care of the other's plate before grabbing their coats. "Or would you rather us walk?" He asked, pressing a kiss to the other's cheek.

"Considering last night, I think we should take the car." He was thinking it would probably be better in case he collapsed, or was knocked unconscious somehow. He took his coat from Rofiren and slid it on. He was a little nervous about what he might uncover tonight, but his heart told him that he needed to know. "So, we're going to return to the place where we stopped last time, right?"

"Yes, love." Rofiren said, opening the car door for the other. "Or should we drive around that city first to see if there is anything you recognize before we search on foot again?" He asked. "And don't worry, if you collapse or such I will be more than capable of keeping you safe."

Sivan shrugged. "I don't really care. We can drive around the city. I guess that sounds like a good idea, really, since something could trigger my memory." He buckled his seat belt, then smiled. "I have no doubt at all that you can keep me safe. Actually, I'm counting on it. If you weren't doing this with me, I probably would have given up after the way I felt last time."

"All right." Rofrien took his place as driver and pulled out of his drive way, driving to the terribly close city. When reaching it he decided to drive slower. There wasn't so many cars around and he would be able to let his love get a good look at the places.

The boy looked out the window, carefully analyzing the scenery as they passed it, hardly blinking as the trees and buildings sparked nothing but dim recognition. He began to wonder if he hadn't actually lived in this city, but somewhere nearby, and this was only the place where he was dumped off. Or picked up. Or...he really didn't know, and the loose ends were starting to annoy him.

Rofrien continued to drive slowly, hoping the other would recognize something, anything. "How far do you think we may be from your home? Do you remember anything, mother, father? Sibllings?" He asked, smiling at him. He wanted to be patient with the other certainly. He wanted also to help him as he saw the signs of frustration on his features.

Shaking his head, Sivan answered, "I don't remember anything. Nothing about family. I mean, the scenery is familiar, but in a vague way, like I've been here before. It's not sparking anything for me, though." He sighed, and dragged a hand through his hair. "I get the feeling that I never lived here, that this was just where I ended up, after the memory with the car."

"Well, let's go to Unrefol maybe there are more memories there?" He asked. It was the next city after this one. "I mean, how far could you have come from?" He asked, shrugging. "I just hope we find something."

"Mmhm." Sivan answered. He had no idea how far he could have really come. Either he was extremely unathletic and the was the reason he had collapsed, or he had run a very long way after some sort of trauma. He was exactly a schooled doctor or anything, but he had some idea of his own abilities. He was in relatively good shape. The next city over was the most likely place, though, and he wondered if he would see some evidence of himself as a missing person when they arrived.

They came to the next city in less than even ten minutes and Rofiren hummed to himself. This city was a little more buildings and less trees than the other. "Anything?" He asked, stopping as a light turned red.

He studied telephone poles especially intently as they passed them, watching to see if he had lived here, and to see if anyone was looking for him. Sivan didn't even see any paper on those poles, let alone missing posters. "I don't see anything yet, and nothing is being triggered." He shook his head. "Maybe if we drive a little more..."

Rofrien nodded, and kept driving, waiting for something, anything to happen to trigger something in the other.

As they passed a run-down brick building, Sivan gasped and closed his eyes. His head had hurt suddenly, and he told Rofiren to stop the car in a sort of pained voice. "This building triggered something...I don't know what, there aren't any memories, just pain." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. "Let's see if there are any signs on the building or anything to tell us what it is..."

Rofiren was more than a little worried that the building was in the condition that it was in. "All right." He said simply, concealing his wonder while he doubled back , parking the car alongside it. "Shall we get out and have a look?" He asked, not sensing anyone in the area or anything to stop them from at least looking in the place. He placed his hand on his love's shoulder, hoping he was all right. He could tell he was in pain though.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I'll be fine. This building is familiar somehow, but it looks completely deserted." His brow furrowed, Sivan tried to scan the front of the building for any clues as to what it used to be, or maybe what it still was. It looked like a hollow remnant, but could still have housed squatters or illegal residents. It had the look of something that was once grand, though, and it had a sad air about it. There was a faded plaque to the right of the front door, and as soon as he saw it, he doubled over and clutched his head again. A memory flashed in his head, and he saw what the plaque used to say. It was a number, an address, and a name underneath it.

Rofiren held his lover tight, "Hold on yourself, love." He whispered, kissing his cheek. "Come, shall we go inside?" He asked, not checking the name on the plate. He felt a terribly energy coming from the place. Something bad must have happened in here. He hesitated, opening the door slowly. He could feel the essence of souls hurt here and he treaded lightly.What would he find?

Sivan swallowed hard, catching his breath. "It was burned. There's no one here anymore, someone set it on fire..." Inside, there were blackened wooden beams running over their heads, where most of a second floor was burnt and rotted away. There were vague clues that there had once been separate rooms, almost like dormitories. "It was...an orphanage...?" There was a stab of pain again in the boy's head, and he fell to his knees. He struggled not to vomit, but the pain was intensifying. "We can't leave yet...this is where I was from..."

"Why would an orphanage be burned?" The other asked, inhaling the disturbingly hellish smell of old charred wood and simple burnt house smell. He felt almost nausous at it. He sighed and picked up a small bear that had to of belonged to one of the children. He lamented for them all, wondering why this would happen. Had any of them escaped? He hated things like this in his life. He looked to his lover and ran his hand through his hair, trying to comfort the other."Be strong darling." He said, "You say you were from here? How do you mean?"

"I...think I must have been an orphan...I lived here. But I don't know why it was burned..." It was possible that it could have been an electrical fire, an accident, but it was also possible that some disturbed orphan or caregiver could have set the fire, too. Sivan inhaled through his mouth, not wanting the smell of char and ruin to make him more nauseous than he already was. The air inside the building was dry and dusty, and it tasted of the very smell he was trying avoid. He couldn't hold back anymore and vomited a little on the floor in front of him. "I'm sorry, I still don't want to leave. I want to learn more..."

Rofiren nodded, taking out a handkerchief and dabbing at his lover's mouth. "All right, but only if you're feeling well. Where do you think we should go from here?" He asked, about ready to just say the other was an orphan and claim him. "Why would you be in an orphanage?" He asked, leading him out of the building to more fresh air, which he as well was thnkful for.

The cleaner air was much welcomed, and Sivan breathed as deeply as possible, trying to calm his stomach. "My only guess is that I was an orphan. I don't really know. I only know I was there." He shook his head slowly. "Do you think...there could be some reason I don't remember anything? Maybe I started this fire. Maybe...maybe the memories of being in a car and on the road, maybe those came before the fire at the orphanage." He truly had no idea, and his head was swimming. He was developing a headache.

Rofiren frowned at his lover. He ushered him to the car, making sure he was sitting properly. "Well, one wont know. There's obviously much more missing. I will drive down this road fruther to see if you recognize anything, if not then we will head home. You're taxing yourself and I don't wish you to be sick." He said, kissing his loved one on the cheek. After tonight he would probably make his decision on the other.

He already felt sick, but Sivan knew what he meant. He closed his eyes while the car started, only opening them when it started moving again. He couldn't very well observe their surroundings if he wasn't looking. He stayed completely upright against the seat, though. He wanted to take a nap, and his nausea was getting worse, but only because his stomach had fluttered with the realization that he was an orphan, and the place where he had lived was burned down. No one could claim him. He smiled, but it was a tired smile.

As they reached the end of their road, Rofiren smiled just a little at the other. "I think we should come back perhaps tomorrow. You're not well. I am sure you would like the comforts of a warm bath and a bed." He said,making a three point turn and working his way home. He made a stop to get gas. "Anything you want from inside?" He asked, grabbing his wallet.

Sivan nodded to Rofiren's suggestions, and closed his eyes again. "I don't want anything. I'll just stay out here and rest." He sighed and settled his hands in his lap. He was thinking he might just like to go straight to bed and skip his bath. His eyelids felt hot, and he wondered if he had a fever.

Rofrien frowned and paid for his gas, when he returned he drove straight home, quickly so, opening the door to the other's side, not wasting any time in picking him up to carry him to the house, which he did so, setting him on the couch. He went upstairs to run the bathwater, making sure it was warm. When he came back down he smiled at him. "Would you mind if we bathed together?"

Smiling, Sivan answered, "No, that's fine. It'll probably keep me awake, provided the bath water isn't too soothing." Truthfully, his head still hurt, which was keeping him awake too, but he was more than willing to share a bath with Rofiren. It was a prospect he actually looked forward to. "Are you going to carry me upstairs, or can I walk?"

Rofiren smiled and bent down, lifting the other and carrying him up the stairs. "Not in this condition you're not walking." He said, smiling while he set him on the toilet. He removed his lover's shirt and then pulled him to stand , removing the rest of his clothing. He smiled and undressed himself as well before he held the other's hand to guide him into the tub, sitting aside him, grabbing a sponge.

"Thank you for taking care of me like this." He smiled. Inside, Sivan was quite happy to be taking another bath with Rofiren, even though he felt like he might throw up again. The water felt nice, though, and it was soothing to his stomach. He sighed and closed his eyes for a second. "I wonder if anyone survived that fire..." he mused aloud.

Rofiren pressed a kiss to the other's cheek. "I don't know. But what I do know, is that if you're an orphan our decisions might have been made easier to make." He said, movng the kiss to his neck just gently. He grabbed a sponge, putting a lavender scented soap on it before gentle caressing the other's skin with it.

Sivan could have sworn his heart skipped a beat when Rofiren said that, and he tried to suppress the rather large grin that wanted to break out across his face. He was able to distract himself from that urge, however, by concentrating on the gentle scrubbing of the sponge on his skin. He shivered a little involuntarily.

Rofiren smiled while he cleansed his beloved. "Well, what would you like to do later this evening?" he asked, running his fingers through his beloved's hair to wet it before he would start to wash it. "I mean, we can't very well sit in a bath all night. Do you have energy? I know you weren't feeling too well earlier, but perhaps if your stomach has settled down a bit then we can go out somewhere?"

"I feel okay right now, and I think my stomach has settled. I think I just tried too hard to bring the memories back, and I made myself sick." Sivan smiled. "We could go out somewhere, that would be fine with me. Did you have someplace in mind?"

"Well, we could go to see a movie, or perhaps we could go somewhere else? Dinner? Not that I can eat, but it would be nice to be in that sort of environment with you. Then again, it may simply be nice to just.. sit back on the couch and cuddle to a movie." He said, letting the sponge trail down the other's chest, down to certain.. areas for cleansing.

Sivan opened his mouth and exhaled silently, feeling a little heat flair in his face. It was a welcome sensation, much more so now that he felt better. "I'd like to stay home and watch a movie. That sounds nice. What movie should we watch?" His voice lost just a little volume while he tried to continue the conversation.

Rofiren smiled as he caught the change in the other's voice. "I think so too. I don't know which movies I have right at the moment,I don't watch them much, but if there's nothing here we can go rent one." He said, trailing his fingers along the inside of the other's leg, nibbling his cheek and throat.

"Okay..." Sivan was listening, but not exactly paying attention, and his voice came out breathy and betrayed exactly what he was feeling at that moment. Reflexively, he turned his head to expose more flesh for Rofiren to attend to.

Rofrien chuckled seductively against Sivan's skin, taking in more and more with his kisses. He began to bite just barely along the flesh of his lover, finding it to be intoxicating to an extreme. But soon the skin of his lover's throat wasn't enough. He trailed his kisses upward and captured his lips in a gentle yet still hungry kiss, letting his hand make the bold move to circle around his Sivan's length, stroking just lightly.

Sivan gasped, followed by a groan, the sound muffled by the kiss. The surface of his skin tingled with the residual sensation of Rofiren's teeth against it, and his heart rate quickened. Again on reflex, the boy spread his legs farther apart, though he could only go so far because of the bathtub's limitations.

Rofiren began slow but tight motions on the other under the water, jerking his hand to what he hoped was a pleasureful manner. He smiled against the other's neck. "I love you. I think I might just abandon our plan, my little orphan." He said, kissing him on the lips again after he spoke. "Unless you have objections."

The boy gazed at him, gauging him for any signs of insincerity, though he had no reason to doubt him. Though he had not spent all that much time with him, he hadn't lied so far and he didn't seem like he would. He moaned and answered, "No, no objections. But remember...you said..." He was cut off midsentence by a spasm of pleasure that made his fingertips tingle, then continued. "You said you would take me..."

"Oh yes, I did." He said, kissing the other again. "Why don't we get out of here a while so I can do so." He said softly, letting his voice slip over the other while he kissed him. He shuddered and hugged him tight. "I think I might enjoy this too much. It's been long since I had another." He said, kissing the other's neck again now.

Sivan hardly comprehended that he was supposed to get out of the bathtub in a few moments. Everything seemed unreal, and he was in a bit of a haze from the treatment he had already received. He was trying to concentrate on getting his breathing back to normal so he wouldn't hyperventilate, though it was unlikely that he really would, but he was too excited. When Rofiren kissed his neck again, he could smell his hair, the scent enhanced by the water.

Rofiren smiled and rose, picking his lover up with ease as he did so. He kissed along his neck and shoulders while he hastily dried them off and then carried him to his bedroom, laying back on the bed and pulling the other down with him. "I hope you're one hundred percent serious about this." He said, crawling atop of the other, slipping his fingers around the other's length.

Sivan wanted to answer that he was absolutely one hundred percent certain, but he thought that maybe, considering the situation they were in at the moment, it would just sound like words spoken to expidite pleasure. He knew that Rofiren would be able to divine his sincerity in some way, and so he only moaned slightly in response, gripping the bed covers with his fingers.

Rofiren bit his lower lip in confusion. "Darling.. are you sure or no?"He asked, ceasing his playing with the other. He kissed his neck and lips and looked him in the eyes, letting his fingers drift over the others legs and stomach.

The boy frowned a little. "Yes, of course I'm sure! I just...I thought if I answered quickly, considering the circumstances, it would sound like I was just saying it..." He looked down, away from Rofiren's eyes for a second. "I'm really sure. Please, don't stop." He looked back up at him again.

Rofiren smiled and lay between the other's legs, kissing his neck, letting his sharpened and lengthened incisors pass over him, biting here and there where he thought the other would like. He nibbled and bit and suckled on the skin, moaning as he wished to bite fully into him, but he knew to save that for last when they were close. He wanted to not cause the other pain.

Sivan gasped and sighed, over and over again, reaching up to plait his fingers into Rofiren's hair, running them through it. His heart was pounding, he could feel it against his chest. Everytime those sharp teeth touched his skin, he tensed a little, but moaned in excited anticipation. He could not deny that this was what he wanted.

Rofiren chuckled seductively against the neck of his lover. The sound was something he couldn't really stop, he was so happy and so in lust at the same time. He ran his fingers along his lover's length, encircling them, stroking him. He couldn't wait to be inside this boy who had become his lover.

Groaning quietly, Sivan felt his hips lift slightly at the touch, wanting more. The vibrations against his neck made him shiver. He was excited and nervous at the same time, knowing that both of the things that were going to happen to him very shortly were going to be pleasureful and painful at the same time.

Rofiren groaned while he wanted to be in the other. He gave a warning look into his lover's eyes, he slipped a hand to the other's rear,m gently running a finger to push into him. "It might be slightly painful for you.." He whispered while pressing just a little harder.

Sivan forced himself to relax as best he could. While it was an awkward, slightly uncomfortable feeling, it wasn't painful yet. He spread his legs a little, anticipating and anxious, and allowing Rofiren's better access while he prepared him.

Rofiren pressed his finger into the other furhter when he saw Sivan wasn't in too much pain. he kissed him as a distraction method while adding in a second finger, slowly moving them in and out of the other.

The kiss didn't really distract him from the increase in discomfort, with a little pain added this time, but Sivan didn't tell him to stop. He wanted him to keep going no matter what. It was still tolerable pain, only very slight. He began to pant a little.

Rofrien decided that his mouth on the othe'rs length would prove to better help his beloved to adjust. He slipped his mouth down and around his length, sucking gently while he continued to move his fingers in and out of them, curling them to find the spot within him.

Sivan gasped and then moaned at the sudden warmth and wetness around his length, but he didn't forget what else Rofiren was doing to him because he had found what he was looking for. The boy let out a silent scream and threw his head back against the sheets.

Rofiren grinned inwardly while pleasuring the other in this way, wanting to hear him beg to be taken. He kissed him, touched, carressed and made love to him with his hands, his breath caught in his chest at the beautiful sight his beloved made. "Gods your beautiful."

The boy looked down at Rofiren, groaning at the beautiful sight he was making too. He thought it was almost silly that his lover thought him beautiful, though, compared to himself. In Sivan's mind, nothing compared to the man he was with now. He closed his eyes, his hips bucking ever so slightly.

Rofiren smiled and kissed the other's length, taking to merely licking along it, sucking the tip and sides of it generously. He added a third finger, making sure the other was wide enough to accept him, pushing his fingers in as deep as he could. "Tell me when you're ready for something.. a little more to standard."

Sivan moaned, more accustomed to the stretching now, thinking that it was less uncomfortable. He really had no idea how prepared he was, though. He didn't really know how, er, large Rofiren was when he was hard. "Ahh...go ahead...just go slow..."

Rofiren nodded, carefully removing his fingers and in their place slipping his length to push into him. He began an angonizingly slow positioning, pushing in just slightly, gauging the other's reactions.

Sivan forced himself to stay relaxed. It was definitely more than before, but not more pain than he could handle. He looked at Rofiren, giving him a look that he hoped would tell him not to stop. This was what he had wanted, and he intended to see it through.

Rofiren smiled encouragingly. He kissed the other sweetly while pushing slowly the rest of the way in, holding still inside the other. "Mn, tell me when." He whispered intensely, shuddering at the feel of the other. It was so tight, so warm, so delicious to him.

For a few moments, Sivan said nothing, and he didn't move. The pressure was different, but not unpleasant, and the pain was subsiding already. He took a deep breath and then nodded once, signaling that it was okay for him to move.

Rofiren nodded and moved very slowly in and out of the other, doing his best to not hurt him. He kissed his neck while doing so, giving the other little nips. "Tell me if you need me stop." He whispered heatedly, shivering in pleasure.

Sivan shivered a little, feeling the urgency in Rofiren's voice. He turned his head, enjoying the attention to his neck. He whispered in return, "It's okay...you can...move a little faster..." He didn't really feel any pain anymore, just little waves of pleasure that were making him pant again.

Rofiren nodded and decided to move faster. Not as fast as he would have liked to of moved, but he made up for it in the strength of his thrusting. He hissed in pleasure, kissing the other as much as he could, delighting in the way it was driving him over. "My gods this is so.. magical.." He said, finding then that his words were silly, but it was how he felt. It had been so long that he had been with anyone, and now here was this beautiful mortal boy, succumbing to him, letting him love and take him, and he couldn't of felt happier in his life.

Sivan moaned quietly. He was very glad it had come to this, that he had turned out to be an orphan, that Rofiren had decided to keep him. And now he was making him his lover, no, more than that, though he didn't know what words would describe it. Magical? It sounded silly, but it fit the moment quite well. "Nnn...faster..." He urged quietly.

Rofrien shivered and complied with his lover's willing, thrusting faster into the other, but still not as fast as he could. He moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of the other around him immensely. "Oh gods!" He said hotly, unable to keep himself from moving in just a little harder and going a little faster. "Sivan!" He said in pleasure, calling out to the other who was the cause of such delight.

Though this was the first time he had ever done this, Sivan was enjoying himself very much. He made small sounds of pleasure with almost every thrust, the sounds increasing in volume when Rofiren began to thrust a little harder and faster. He moved his hips to meet his lover's, trying to keep the rhythm that he had set.

Rofiren was immersed in delight. He thought letting himself go inside the other was the finest thing he had thought to do in the past century. He shivered and moaned and kept his pace, finding himself close. And then it would be time for the final touches. He pracitcally growled while he thrust even more in and out of the other and gave a warning nip to let him know that not only was he close, but he was closer even to making the other his in a most claiming way.

Even though his skin was hot, Sivan felt goosebumps appear all over at the light contact of his teeth. He was excited for the moment, nervous but not in an unpleasant way, and yet so nearly drowning in his pleasure and happiness at being with Rofiren this way, consummating their love, that he could not have been afraid if he tried. He was ready for what was to come. The tension was building, and he was nearing his climax just as his lover was.

It was a quick bite, but one that he made last. He knew it would hurt, and badly, and it would possibly prolong the inevitable climax, but he knew the after effect after the pain left would be blindingly pleasureful to his beloved. He drank hard of him, and then slowed as the blood began a good strong flow into his mouth, he drank indulgingly, but slow to let the moment last, just about to finish inside him.

Sivan gasped and then groaned slightly at the first little stab of pain. Soon after, he sort of lost awareness of what his body was doing exactly, and he saw strange flashes of color and hallucination. It felt almost as though Rofiren was tugging on his very soul, though he knew he wouldn't lose his soul in this transaction. During the time that he had been rather unaware of his body, he had reached his climax involuntarily. After what seemed an eternity of this strange existence and the tugging, he began to feel pain again, and his body forced him to panic slightly as it realized it was dying.

Rofrien continued his drink, filling the other with his seed as he took the last needed necessary drops to drain the other to the proper point, and then he slit his wrist, holding the bleeding appendage above Sivan's mouth and then pressing it to his lips. "Drink fast, when you're strong enough, I'll give you a more plentiful place to drink." He urged, stroking the other's hair with his free hand.

The boy was dizzy, and he needed very little coaxing to attach his mouth to the bleeding gash that would save him from death. The warm liquid filled his mouth, and he closed his eyes for a moment, furrowing his brow and concentrating on the taste, trying to place it, to relate it to something that he had tasted before, but he couldn't. He sucked harder, drinking it greedily, feeling the way the substance made all of him feel alive and tingling.

Rofiren shuddered at the feeling of his lover drinking from him. He pulled his wrist away and after pulling his length out of the other's body, drew him forward. "Bite, and drink as you can." He said, offering his neck to his loved one.

Sivan was a little reluctant to let him take his wrist away, and he leaned forward to follow it for a second before Rofiren had pulled him foward toward his neck. He swallowed, trying to wet his dry mouth with saliva that seemed to refuse to come. He exhaled shakily against the older man's white skin, then closed his eyes and bit down on his flesh, vaguely registering how odd it was to be able to penetrate it. Again, he drank greedily, hungrily, and he felt the same tingling again. He knew he wasn't dying anymore, and his body was no longer panicking.

Rofiren shuddered and held the other tight to him, giving a small moan while his body tingled in ecstasy. "Gods, Sivan, this is the best thing I have ever done." He whispered, his voice hardly breathing out. He held the other closer until he was about drained and pulled him away, in turn drinking from him again and after that he would have the other drink more from him and thus allow the changes to take place.

At any other moment, Sivan might have giggled at what Rofiren had said, but at this moment he was concentrating, feeling everything. The only thing he really noticed besides his own body and what he was doing was the smell of Rofiren's hair. It was embedded in his mind now, the only thing he could really smell besides the peculiar metallic, sweet smell coming from what was again filling his mouth as he sunk his teeth into his lover's neck for the second time. This time as he was drinking, he was stopped by a sudden sharp pain, a pain which tore through his entire body, and he wrenched his teeth from Rofiren's neck and wrapped his arms around his stomach. "Oh god..." he breathed. He wasn't sure if he had drunk enough this second time, but he didn't make a move to finish sucking at his neck.

Rofrien knew what was happening. He smiled gently. "It's going to be painful, but you'll get through it." He whispered, lifting him and carrying him to the tub so that the change could take place with as little mess as possible as he ran the water and held the other close. He didn't let the tub fill, the boy would have to be thouroughly washed soon and he wanted him to enjoy clean water afterwards.

He covered his face with his hands, screwing the palms of his hands against his eyes, gritting his teeth. Nothing had ever hurt this much in his life. It felt like his stomach had been ripped open, and everything was coming out of it. Well, really, everything was being forced out, but not his organs and the like. He let a few little groans of pain escape, but otherwise kept mostly quiet. He uncovered his eyes once and looked at the water he was sitting, and he was fairly certain he was going to vomit, except that there was nothing left in his stomach to vomit, so he dry-heaved toward the side of the bathtub and covered his eyes again. He was breathing heavily now, and he simply wanted this to be over with. He wanted to ask, "Please, how much longer?" but couldn't find his voice. Then, the pain began to ebb a little, and his stomach didn't hurt so badly.

Rofrien held the other as close as he could, trying to sooth him in any manner possible. "It's okay darling, it will all be over soon, hang in there, this is the part that is the hardest." He whispered, trying his best to comfort him but unsure if he was doing the greatest job of it. He kept letting the water wash away the bile that used to be in the other's tract and tried his best to help him.

Sivan reached up and clutched Rofiren's wrist near his head, laying his head against his hand. He managed a small smile, the pain was still fading, and he was beginning to feel...what? Pain and ache was beginning to be replaced by a different sort of tingling than before, this time making him feel some kind of alive, though he knew by now there was no way to call himself 'alive'. He exhaled and then swallowed, this time succeeding in wetting his mouth, and then he looked up at his lover, still holding his hand near his head. "Is it over yet?" he whispered, smiling very slightly.

"Yes, my love, it's over. You may feel a few cramps here and there, but it's over." He finally began to let the tub fill after cleaning his beloved off, smiling as he did this job. He loved this, being able to clean him and have him loved in such a way. "You don't know how happy I am this night."

Leaning back against the edge of the tub and closing his eyes again, Sivan laughed. He couldn't help it, he was just as happy, and he couldn't really contain it. Smiling and opening his eyes again, he said, "I am happy too. Really happy. And..." He was suddenly slightly distracted as he looked around the bathroom, noticing that he could see small details around the entire room that he had never noticed from such a distance before. He turned back to Rofiren, and then he was distracted by his face. "You're so...beautiful. And it's like I've never seen you before at all...how strange..."

Rofiren smiled. "You should look upon your own reflection before calling me beautiful. Your eyes are glittering, your hair is shining and you're absolutely breathtaking." He said, kissing the other's lips. "Welcome to my world and what I see every second I look at you." He said, filling his hands with water and letting the water stream over the other's shoulders and back.

Sivan smiled, his eyes shining mischievously, and he looked to make sure he was sitting in clean water currently. Then he sat up so that he was kneeling, and he leaned forward to nuzzle Rofiren's neck. "I'm very...glad you're here...and I'm very happy...that I'm here with you..." he whispered and giggled in between kisses and nips he was giving to his lover's skin. He had realized that he was very hungry...er...thirsty as well, but he was attempting to ignore it so as to teach himself not to be ruled by his appetite.

Rofrien smiled as he was kissed. "Mn, I know and I am happy to have you. Hungry much?" He asked while the other's nips seemed to increase here and there in hardness. He ran his fingers along his lover's back. "I suppose I can go ahead and let you go out for your first lesson tonight."

Pouting, Sivan drew away. "Well, yes, I am. And I suppose I probably shouldn't go naked, hm?" He smiled and kissed Rofiren rather boldly on the cheek, stepping out of the tub and onto the chill tile floor. Almost immediately, though, he ran to the mirror on the other side of the bathroom and inspected the changes to his person. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the tips of his new tiny teeth, not really surprised that they cut him slightly when he did so. He wasn't so drastically pale yet, but he knew he would be eventually. "What should I wear?" he asked, turning back around to face his lover as he spoke to him.

Rofrien made a poor attempt at hiding his laugh at his lover's sudden interest in his own reflection. "Mn, whatever you would like." He said, giving the other a small pat on the behind while walking to their room as well and putting on a simple button up and slacks. He yawned and brushed his hair. "And do be quick, I would think you'd like to have time to feed."

"Time to do it at all, yes, and time to learn how to do it correctly." Sivan very nearly copied Rofiren's attire, though he decided on jeans and a button-up shirt instead of slacks. "How's that?" It was more or less a rhetorical question. He had dressed at what would have been his normal pace when he was human, but it still hadn't seemed too slow. "Shall we go then?"

Rofiren nodded and took the other's hand. "We'll walk as the villages around here are the best places to feed and they're not more than a few miles." He said, smiling. "Now! You're first lesson is to not kill them. You can't. It will get authorities involved and you'll forever be plagued with the thought you've killed someone who was probably absolutely innocent. The key to finding the non innocent ones is to read their thoughts."

Okay, that sounded simple enough...or not. Reading their thoughs, Sivan wasn't worried about that. He assumed that was something that was supposed to come naturally as long as one tried. However, stopping before one killed a victim? "How do I...stop? Just tell myself to stop...?" It sounded like one of those things that was much easier said than done. He also wondered if it was something that he could just be told, and then follow directions.

Rofiren nodded. "It's not as easy as it sounds. You have to force it." He said, kissing the other. "Believe me, and if you can't find any non innocents then you can take a little from a lot from the innocents, just disguise it to them as pleasureful."

Sivan frowned, but nodded nonetheless. He was nervous that he was going to botch this, make it a huge catastrophe, but he was hungry and he was beginning to be unable to ignore it. He smiled as a somewhat silly thought occurred to him. "I know this is trivial...but it just occurred to me that I won't be tired after walking miles to these villages. It's just...weird." He laughed a little. He didn't want to make it seem as though he wasn't taking in what Rofiren was telling him, though, so he returned his face to a more solemn countenance.

Rofiren laughed. "Such is a wonder of being of my kind." He said, laying back and yawning. "And just think of al the other happy thins you will discover along the way." He grinned while they further reached their destination.

Sivan smiled in response, though he said no words. He was thinking about what was to come, and he was trying not to get distracted by everything around him, though he noticed things in the dark that he had never noticed before. "Wonderful..." he breathed, still smiling. As they got close to the village, he found that he could hear the people in their homes. Most of them sounded asleep. Some of them were still awake, but there were no lights in any of the little houses to indicate such. "So I just...find the non-innocent people by...searching their minds?"

Rofiren nodded. "Yes, in fact, we have a few campers that are slightly away from the village that might be easier to acquire so that we don't go directly in, questions could still arise, they don't like outsiders. They're used to seeing me, but not you.."

"That's a good point. The campers would be best, then. It will be interesting to learn to think these things through, so that I don't incriminate myself. How long did it take you to establish yourself here? I don't know how else to word that..." Sivan realized they were both barely whispering, but it was as if they were talking at a normal conversational level. "Can anyone hear us talking right now?"

"About three years. And worry not, they don't speak our language, they're completely native." He said, chuckling at how frightened the other was that they would be found out. He bent and kissed him. "There we are." He said, pointing to the campers. "Come, let's join them, and through visions we'll romance them to give themselves to us. And then we'll leave as though it's never happened."

Sivan nodded at the answers to both his questions, smiling at the small kiss he received. He took a deep breath, steadying himself, and realizing that he was overthinking things and making himself edgy. He was worried that he didn't know how to make these visions, worried that he wasn't going to be good at it, worried that he was going to raise too many questions. But that was why he was overthinking everything. He told himself that he just needed to relax and let it come to him. It would all be something like instinct...right?

Rofiren directed him into the campsite, speaking fluidly what language it was the campers spoke. "Might I have a drink with you kind sirs?" He asked the cheery people. They welcomed them with open arms. He grinned and ushered his lover onward. "We were bored in our walk and thought you guys seemed to need company." He looked to his lover and in english spoke to him. "Worry not, they're not so difficult, we're welcomed. It's easy by the way. Just will them to see it." He said, leaving the rest to the other. He would controll the rest of them while his lover got the feeling down.

"When should I...?" He didn't really know how soon he should try to project images on them, but he knew it couldn't be too soon. They needed to be more comfortable with them first, though they were already welcoming them, because there was a possibility they distrusted them anyway...though...from what Sivan could tell so far, or read rather, they really didn't distrust them. They all seemed drunk, or close to it, and they also seemed to be generally good people. This would be a test then.

Rofiren simply gave his lover an encouraging smile and kissed his cheek before involving himself with one of the campers. A rather attractive woman, but one only for food. He spoke to her idly, talking of simple nothings of life and he began to entrance her. He tugged the consciousness of the other campers so they couldn't understand what was going on and couldn't be alarmed. From there he pulled the woman close and began his seduction biting into her carefully in which she clung to him sleepily it seemed.

Sivan watched how Rofiren worked before trying anything himself. He nodded to himself, and his gaze shifted to the other members of the camping party. They were completely unawares. He almost smiled, but for the gruesomeness of the way they were essentially like sheep. There was an older man sitting next to him, he noticed, and he turned to him and gave him a closed-mouth smile. He didn't know their language at all, and he didn't want to slaughter it with his poor attempts at speaking it, so he simply pointed to the man's drink with an inquisitive look on his face, sort of a pantomime of the question, "Can I have a drink?" He tried his best to make some sort of pretty image in his own head, then project it into the head of this man. He wasn't sure if it worked, but they all seemed...out of it, anyway. So he leaned forward and took his first taste of human sustenance.

Rofiren watched his lover as he fed, keeping an eye on him after releasing his victim only to turn to another. He continued to watch him, still finding ways to enjoy the feeding while he did. He wondered if the other was going to be able to stop himself before losing it.

As soon as he began feeding, Sivan realized that he was going to have a bit of difficulty forcing himself to stop. He was absorbed in it. He felt the pulse of the human body near his, the liquid life flowing into him. The taste was incomparable. What reason did he have to stop, exactly? His conscience, his soul, everything that he would lose in himself if he killed this man that was innocent of everything but petty survivalism. He opened his eyes and at the same time released him from his devilish kiss, breathing heavily.

Rofrien had just finished his second, and was really quite full. "Don't forget to bite your tongue just enough to heal them, and then lick the essence away." He knew it sounded weird, but it was his way to explain it. "Do two more and you should be full enough."

Sivan nodded, doing as instructed. For the second person in the camp, he didn't really bother with conversation. He just made a pretty picture again, kept the same thoughts in mind to stop from killing, and remembered to heal the wound when he was finished. He did these same things once more, and the last drink was the shortest. He certainly did feel full enough. He turned to Rofiren. "And so now...what do we do?"

Rofiren smiled. "Erase their thoughts and then let's be on our way, basically, don't give them any mention of us being here, we can do it from a distance." He said, leading the othe away at a good distance to be unnoticed. "All right, you'll want to tug their thoughts, and sort of search for their memory of us and seal it in a sense."

Sivan blinked a few times as he absorbed these new instructions, then nodded slowly. Most of these things sounded easier said than done, though in his experiences so far, things hadn't been so difficult to do. He sought out those in the camp who had been his victims specifically, feeling that it was his responsibility to take care of them, and he did was Rofiren had said. He searched for glimpses of two strangers in their minds, more or less actively placing the phrase, "Don't remember," where those memories had been.

Rofiren made sure the other had done well and then embraced him. "Brilliant job my love, now, let's go on about, shall we?" He asked, wondering where to go. "Should we return home? We've had an eventful day so far."

Smiling, Sivan laid his head against Rofiren's chest. "I'm not tired yet. But we could return home anyway, couldn't we?" He wasn't sure what else there was to do. He didn't know what time it was, so he had no idea if there was anything in any nearby city that was open to those wandering the night. Besides maybe a bar, but there was no reason for him to go to one now.

Rofiren nodded." Yes, let us go home and lay together, that way I can also better answer any questions you might have." He said, kissing the other. He wanted also to simply lay with his lover, not necessarily sexually, but lay with him still.

"Okay." Sivan was thoroughly enjoying spending time with his lover, though that wasn't any different from when he had been human. Now he had much longer to enjoy spending time with him. He smiled and laced his fingers with Rofiren's, noticing that he no longer felt a drastic temperature difference between them. He began to formulate questions on the walk back so that they would have something to talk about as they lay together.

Upon arriving home Rofiren took their coats and slipped off his shoes and reclined on the couch, drawing his lover forward as he did. "Any questions?" He asked quizically, wondering what the other might ask him. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair.

Sivan chuckled and closed his eyes, snuggling against his lover. "Well...let's see...will I be able to feel that the sun will be rising, before I see it or actually physically feel it?" He didn't like the idea of having to wear a watch. He had never worn one before, and he thought them to be a bit of an annoyance.

"Yes, you will feel it. You wont see it unless you wish your eyes to be burned out of your head." Rofrien said with a chuckle. He knew the other was concerned about it, but also knew that the thought of never seeing the sun again might irritate him. "Hmn, I hope you know that though."

"Oh, yes, I know. I just wanted to include all possibilities in my question. Hmmm..." Sivan paused to think of another question. "Well, damn it. I would have thought I'd have had more questions than that. Of all the times not to be annoyingly inquisitive..." He shook his head. "I guess maybe I'll just have to think of more questions another time? Perhaps when they come up in context?"

"Rofiren nodded. "I suppose that will have to wrk, certainly." He said, smiling. "It's good to have you to myself, I just hope your family doesn't actually show up and you wish to go to them now. I'm rather certainly attached. "

Sivan blinked a few times before he smiled, then laughed. "Well, yeah. I'm very attached to you. Really, I can't think they care, if they even exist somewhere, since we haven't seen anything so far. And...that place in the town." He sighed. It was a little depressing to think of his past, but he had a very long time, and mostly unlimited resources, to discover the things he didn't remember.

Rofiren smiled overall. "Yes you do. Worry not, things will fall back into place eventually." He said, kissing him. "And I will be with you every step of the way." He stroked the other's cheek. "What should we do?"

"At this moment? I honestly don't know. And I feel silly to think that I have come into this new existence, and I can't think of something interesting to do with it." Sivan smiled. Suddenly a thought occurred to him. "What does it do if I bite you now...?" He realized it was a rather open-ended question, but he didn't know how else to word it so that it would be more specific.

Rofrien gave a chuckle. "I will show you tomorrow night when we have more time. It's rather.. intimate and pleasurefull." He said, grinning. He couldn't wait to show the other exactly what biting did now, but he would wait and make the other wait to spice the moment up.

Sivan pouted because he was rather sure he understood what Rofiren meant, and he didn't really want to wait. He sighed, but then smiled. "Okay...we're running out of night now, aren't we?" It seemed like the night had been short, but he wondered if that wasn't from his own excitement.

Rofrien smiled and kissed his darling. "Yes, we are." He said, stroking his hair. "But tomorrow I will be more than ready to show you everything." He said, hugging him. "Let's just be at peace for now."

"And we'll just...sleep in your room?" Sivan was suddenly confused. He knew he had slept in the room before, and he knew Rofiren had been there while he slept. So obviously there were no windows in the room, or none that he had ever really noticed. Why was he being so silly and reverting to stereotypes now? "Sorry. That was...weird. How soon shall we go to sleep?"

"In our room, yes." He said in reply, taking the boy's hands to lead him first into a strong embrace and then up to his rooms. He chuckled. "Where did you think we would sleep? Coffins?" He laughed and began to remove his clothing.

Smiling, Sivan answered, "Well, that's what most people seem to think, but that was a silly thing to ask since we've shared that room before." He paused and his expression became slightly quizzical. "Are you an early riser? You were always awake before me, even though I was adapted to the sleep schedule. Was I just sleeping really late?" Of course, now was the time when he would think of questions to ask, when the first tickle of subdued panic made itself known in warning of the coming morning.

Rofrien nodded. "I tend to be. Worry not, you don't sleep too much if that's what you're worried about, or you wont. It takes practice, but my room is shielded anyhow even if you did waken early and walk about. Just don't go past the kitchen." He said, kissing his lips. He lay back on his bed, smiling while he waited the other to join.

Sivan smiled in satisfaction at the answers that he had received, then crawled onto the bed after Rofiren. He laid his head against his chest, his arm curled between them against his lover's side. He closed his eyes and sighed contentedly. "I love you, Rofiren," he whispered quietly, as much seriousness and emotion behind the statement that he could possibly put.