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[theabandonedboy]

 

It’s been weeks since he’s been home- no, not home because even the Townhouse is not home. Nor is the Manor or Spinner’s End. He doesn’t have one. But the hotel is close enough and even if it wasn’t- Abraxas is there, and the blood around his throat is close enough to be something like home. He holds it in his hand as he walks into the lobby and the girl behind the counter smiles brightly at her. “It’s good to see you again.” She chirps. She’s not much older than him, and pretty too. She asked him once for drinks after work and like a child- he blushed and declined.

Part of him wished he hadn’t. He’s just a kid and for the first time in his life, he thinks he has a chance to be one. In school, there’d always been the under current of war, at home, the parenting of Eileen’s drunken escapades or shying away from Tobias’ angry gait. In the past few weeks, he’s gotten to tease and laugh and cry. He smiles at the memory Lyra’s face when she tried sour candy, had wanted to kiss her with a simple childish want that reminded him of Lily years back. He hadn’t dared.

Sev’s not a kid. Hasn’t been for some time. He’s alone in the lift, and his heart is pounding in his chest. He doesn’t know why he’s afraid. It’s Abraxas. The reason he’s alive. The only reason, he tells himself. He’s not afraid.

Yes. He is. But why he’s not sure?

Pushing open the door of his-their suite, is like opening a crypt. Every noise is swallowed up by the fine carpet and darkness. “Erastes? I'm home."

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[braxas]

"You can have my blood. You don't have to turn now. Do you understand that? This isn't a 'all or nothing' situation. You still have time. If you choose to wait - I will still be here. I will still share blood with you, argue with you, pick your brain for my collection of books and encourage your potions work because there are few wizard alive who are as adept and skillful with a cauldron as you."

"Becoming a vampire now will effect every part of your very long life. Is it what you truly want or are you trying to give me what I want?"

[theabandonedboy]

Sev takes a second to listen to him, to swallow whole what Abraxas is saying and not saying as he hears. Then he leans back and shoves his fists into Abraxas' expensive shirt. I am not yours, Erastes. You are mine.

He knows how this is supposed to play out. What position he is supposed to take up and there is an ugly red stab of jealousy or anger he can't name when Abraxas tries to retreat on what he promised. "Do I have to ask Eric to turn me? If you don't want me fine but I'm not spending another night-" without you. Mortal. Unchanged. "Alone. I'm your eromenos. Do not deny me this."

[braxas]

He can't deny him.

It's not even because he is his eremenos and it's something Abraxas holds sacred in his profane heart. It's because this is Sev. This is the brilliant mercurial mind that he has spent years in love with. Wanting. Trying to maintain some sort of distance from lest his love destroy the boy before he even got a chance to live.

At the mention of Eric Abraxas snarls. It's a weird animalistic sound that has no business coming out of his throat but the very idea of Sev being with someone else, belonging to someone else, having Eric's blood in his veins is intolerable. "You're not alone." Palms his hand over where he can feels Sev's heartbeat pounding in his chest and wraps his other hand around Sev's throat where he can feel the blood thrumming through his veins. He's going to change both this things tonight.

He stands up, his strength making Sev's weight less than nothing and carries him to the window seat. They don't have long before the sun comes up and he still has to get them out to the spot in the garden he's dug for them weeks ago. He arranges Sev against him on the window seat so they can look out. "This will be your last sunrise." He rumbles while brushing Sev's hair off his neck. "Enjoy it and know when you wake you'll be mine for the rest of both of our very long lives." He places a kiss on Sev's pulse and drops his fangs and begins to drink gently but deeply. He can feel Sev's life draining out of him one mouthful after the other.

When he hears Sev's heartbeat slow, he carefully opens his wrist and holds it to Sev's slightly parted lips. "Drink and stay with me. Stay with me."

[theabandonedboy]

It's a strange thing to be carried, Sev can't remember the last time- neither Tobias or Eileen were the type to carry a sick child and at any rate, Severus was not the one to be coddled but still, there's something...reassuring about being in Abraxas' arms. A fucked up sense of paternal care, wrapped up in secrets and them.

He's just a kid. This is not a choice he should be making...

But at his core, Severus is a hungry abandoned child and the promise- any promise of belonging is too much of a draw. He winces at the bite, and the vice grip Abraxas has on his throat. A blossom of fear blooms in his chest, and his Death Eater training kicks in, the core of any survivor to stay alive as his body begins to slack.

He tries to jerk away, more instinct then desire, fighting back before Abraxas' voice rumbles in his mind again. Stay with me.

A Death Eater would rather die but there is a compulsion Severus can only assume is not entirely his own and that causes him to lean into the wound. Then there is warmth, need and want.

Only.