Perverts 'R' Us

Jealous Fit

By Danyealle ( M/M, M/F, bi, anal, rom )

She woke to the sounds of Arkady moaning loudly. When she rolled onto her side, opened her eyes and looked down at the foot of the bed she saw Arkady was bent over the edge of the bed, sheets clutched tightly in both fists, moaning loudly as Darious, standing behind him, was fucking him in long, slow strokes.

She could feel a jealous rage boiling up inside herself. She knew her emotions were totally out of whack lately and somewhat out of control from time to time but this time she felt totally justified in the feelings. It had been weeks since Darious had touched her in a sexual way. He had been treating her differently as well. Instead of being his lover and sub, he was treating her more like a pet or a prize of some kind - something that was nice to have around, nice to play with, nice to look at but that was it. Seeing him fuck Arkady, when that was what she wanted him to do to her, put her in an instantaneous rage. She sat up and growled loudly then grabbed the lamp off the bedside table, yanking the cord out of the socket and threw it at Darious' head.

The only reason he was able to duck the projectile was because he saw her grab it. He flattened himself on top of Arkady's back and it smashed against the wall. He looked at her, wide-eyed. Arkady remained plastered to the bed, whimpering in fright. "What the fuck did you do that for, Toy?" Darious asked, honestly confused.

She growled loudly, fangs bared and eyes flashing, "You're standing there fucking him when you won't even TOUCH me anymore, that's what's wrong! I guess this means you don't want me anymore. Fine, I'll leave then and let you have what you truly want."

He straightened up and looked at her, still very bewildered. "Like hell you will! What the fuck has gotten into you, Toy?"

Snarling at him, eyes flashing, she said in short, clipped tones full of hurt and a barely controlled rage, "You won't fucking touch ME anymore but I wake up and find you fucking Arkady, that is what is wrong, Darious!" She bailed out the opposite side of the bed and started to pull her clothes on.

Darious pulled out of Arkady then patted him on the ass, "You better go find a place out of the line of fire, Wolfie."

Arkady nodded then grabbed his clothes and headed for the bathroom.

Darious stepped closer to her, "You've been sick, Toy. I've been afraid of hurting you, THAT'S why I haven't touched you."

She pulled the rest of her clothes on and then stood there glaring at him, arms folded across her chest, "Since when have you been afraid of hurting me, Darious?"

He stepped a little bit closer to her and looked down into her face, "Since the day I grabbed you and left a bruise, since the day you used your safe word with me. That is why."

Glowering at him, she snarled, "Fine Darious, I'll leave then."

Staring hard at her he said, in short, clipped tones, "You are going absolutely nowhere, Toy!"

Glaring at him, eyes narrowing she said in a tone that contained a clear warning, "Try to stop me Darious, I dare you!"

He glared back at her, "Fine Toy."

Glaring once more at him, she headed towards the bedroom door.

Quickly, he moved over and stood in front of the door, "You are going nowhere, Toy! Now, calm down and we'll discuss this reasonably and settle it."

But she was in no mood for any of that, her emotions in too much turmoil, "Get out of my way, Darious, I'm warning you!"

Shaking his head, he said calmly, "No, Toy."

Glaring at him again, she said, "Fine, we'll do it your way then." Then she landed a right hook on his jaw that flattened him and knocked him out cold. She then took off down the stairs. Grabbing her purse and the keys to her 'vette she took off out the front door, slamming it hard enough to leave a long crack in it and make the windows shake.

Arkady stared at the bedroom door after her exit, worried about what she may or may no do and then went to Darious and knelt down, trying to revive him.

Darious came too quickly, sitting up, swaying a bit. He touched the bruise on his jaw and winced, "Fuck! That HURT!" He looked at Arkady, "Where is she? Where is that snot-nosed brat, cunt slut at? She is going to pay dearly for this!" Deep inside, he knew there was something wrong with her and what she did was just another manifestation of that but his legendary temper had taken over and most coherent thought and reason was pushed aside.

Shaking his head, Arkady said, "She left, Sire."

Putting his hand on Arkady's shoulder, he stood up, shaking a bit, "Get Marcus and go find her."

Arkady stood and helped to steady him, "I will most certainly try, Sire. But you should be aware that she took her car, so at this point she could be headed about anywhere."

Darious sighed, "Take one of the others and go look. You know her about as well as anyone, so try and find her."

Nodding, Arkady said, "Yes, Sire." He quickly found Marcus and took off on the hunt.

Darious got himself dressed then walked downstairs. Sitting in his study, he waited; he was so pissed off at her that both his tail and horns had emerged.

Four hours later Arkady and Marcus returned. Darious stepped out of the study and looked at them, "Well? Anything?"

Sighing deeply, Arkady shook his head, "We couldn't find her Sire."

Leaning against the jam, Darious sighed, "Where did you look?"

Shrugging, Arkady said softly, "All her old haunts and places she was known to frequent."

"Was there any sign that she had been to any of them?"

Shaking his eyes, Arkady said, softly, "No Sire, nothing. I asked around and no one had caught a glimpse or seen her for quite some time."

Growling, Darious said, "Shit! We'll comb the city for her tomorrow when she will probably have found a place to hole up."

For the next two days they combed the city looking for her, but no one had seen her. Darious even called Raven to see if any of them had heard from her, knowing if Dani had gone to them the chances they would tell him were next to nil. Raven said none of them had heard from her.

Finally, running out of options and places to look, Darious decided to check her old house, on the off chance that she would have holed up there. The front door was unlocked so he walked in. The downstairs didn't look as though anyone had been there for years; dust covered everything and didn't seem to have been disturbed. He checked all the rooms downstairs then walked upstairs.

His anger from a couple days before had evaporated, now he was just worried about her, knowing she wasn't feeling good and in serious pain. After checking most of the rooms, he walked quietly into her old bedroom. She was curled up on the pillows at the head of the bed.

Relief at finding her washed over him but it was quickly replaced by rage at what she had put all of them through for the last two days. He wanted to walk over and yank her out of the bed then beat the shit out of her but he knew better than to do that. Instead, he walked over and looked down at her, the muscle in his jaw twitching madly as he did is best to suppress his fury. He saw she was twitching all over and sweating profusely, in obvious pain. But he also noticed that there were tear-streaks on her cheeks.

He stared down at her for several minutes then went and sat in the chair at the foot of the bed. He steepled his fingers and stared at her, trying to calm himself and put his temper in check.

A half an hour or so later, she started to wake. Opening her eyes she looked at him then turned her back on him and muttered, "Go away, Darious."

He was out of the chair in a flash then stalked over to the bed. He yanked her over to where she was facing him, "I am NOT going anywhere, brat! How DARE you strike your Lord! If that wasn't bad enough, you ran away when you were directly told not to leave. Do you have any idea how worried I was about you?"

Looking up at him, she sighed, "I really don't care, Darious. You obviously don't want me anymore, so I left. Now, go away and leave me alone!"

Glaring down at her, eyes cold as ice, he said, his tone hard at steel and sharp as knife, "Whether or not I want you is immaterial! What is material is that I own you, that you are my property. My want for you is not relevant in that equation."

She sat up and glared at him, "It is NOT immaterial to me! It matters a great deal!" she screamed at him.

He blinked rapidly, slightly taken aback by her reaction. He softened his tone slightly, not wanting to fight with her. That would take it a place he didn't want to go. "I do want you, Toy. I was worried about you. You hit me, something you have never done nor have ever threatened to do, then took off without your medications. Do you think I would tolerate that behavior from someone I didn't care about? If I didn't care about you and what happens with you I would have beaten the shit out of you by now and we would be on our way home."

Staring up into his eyes, she said, "You sure as fuck have a funny way of showing you care about me, Darious."

He sat down on the edge of the bed and looked at her, "Toy, I am afraid of what is happening to you and don't know how to react or deal with it." This was the first time he had allowed himself to say this out loud to anyone.

She growled long and low, staring hard at him, "I'm afraid too, Darious, more than you or anyone else will ever know. But so what? It doesn't prevent me from showing you that I love you. It's no fucking excuse, Darious! Fear is not an excuse for not showing it!"

He stared at her quietly, then chose his words carefully, "I know, at this point in time, you are in your own personal hell that no one can help you with. You are in so much pain all the time that I am afraid to touch you for fear of making it worse for you."

Rolling her eyes, she hook her head, "If I couldn't take it, Darious, I would have told you to stop, you know that or at least SHOULD know that. But what you can't seem to get through that thick skull of yours is I want, no NEED, you to touch me. When you do that I at least feel you do want me and do care about me."

Reaching out, he softly stroked her hair, looking into her eyes, trying to convey that he did care and want her still, "I'm touching you now, Dani. As for showing you I care for you, I tore the city apart looking for you. If I didn't care, I wouldn't have bothered."

Staring hard at him, she said, softly, "Yes, you would have. What I did was an affront to who and what you are. It wouldn't have necessarily been because you cared or was worried about me."

He stiffened up slightly and looked down at her, "Who and what I am hasn't seemed to bother you much before now."

Shaking her head, she sighed, "Never before have you given me cause for it to bother me, Darious."

He took her chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting her head up then looked down into her eyes, "I do care for you Danyealle, deeply, despite what you may think. I haven't touched you because I'm afraid of hurting you worse than you are. I care for you so much that it is the last thing in the world I want to do."

She looked deep into his eyes, "You don't understand Darious. I WANT you to. I want what we had! Not to be treated like some kind of cute pet."

He stroked her chin softly, "I don't treat you like that, Danyealle."

Nodding, she said, "Yes, you do, Darious. That is exactly how you have been treating me. Like something cute to pet, cuddle and show off, some kind of toy you are proud to own. Not like someone you profess to care about."

He could see the pain in her eyes and sighed deeply, "Perhaps I have been doing that but only because I am afraid of making your condition worse. That is because I do care for you, Danyealle. All of this is something that is beyond my understanding, you are well aware of this."

She shook her head again, "I WANT you to hurt me, Darious! I want what we had! If I wanted to be petted and cuddled on all the time I would be with Arkady, not you. Why do you think I'm with you? It's because I love you and that you can give me what I want and crave."

Sighing again, he said, "It appears I have been remiss in my treatment of you, Danyealle, and for that I do apologize. But I did what I thought was in your best interests. When I see you hurting I feel it as well. It frightens me. That in itself should tell you just how much I care for and about you." He reached out and stroked her hair, "I am frightened by what is happening to you. Also frightened by what I am feeling for you because of how it makes me feel. Never in my long existence has this happened to me and I am ill-equipped to deal with it. But I am doing the best I know how to do."

She looked up at him, a tear running down her cheek, "I'm afraid too, Darious. And confused about what is happening to me. I am hurting a lot but what hurts more is I love you so much and to think you have grown bored with me and don't want me anymore. That is the worse than any kind of physical pain there is."

He hugged her to him and stroked her back softly, "I am sorry for giving you that kind of pain Danyealle, truly I am. Perhaps if I knew exactly what it is I do feel for you and how it is suppose to feel, I could better be able to deal with all of it. It would, perhaps, make me understand all of this better. I am muddling through all of this like someone walking through a dark cave, unable to see anything and bumping and tripping everywhere. That is something I am unaccustomed to and at times it frightens and angers me."

She hugged him tightly then looked up at him, "Do you want to understand, Darious? Do you really want to understand what I feel for you and how it is supposed to feel? Or are you just paying lip service to it to make me feel better?"

He looked down at her, nodding, "Yes Danyealle, I do want to know and understand it. Truly I do want to. But that seems to be out of the realm of what I can do. My nature seems to not allow it."

She pulled her shirt off her shoulder and looked up at him, "Bite me then. With my blood comes all of it as you well know. All my emotions, all of what I feel, everything."

He stroked her cheek gently and looked down into her eyes, "Is this what you want, Danyealle? Are you sure about it? I will get more from your blood than just what you want me to know. I will know everything about you, your past and present. Everything you once knew and felt. All of it. Are you sure you want me to know this?"

She nodded, "Yes, it's the only way for you to truly understand any of it. I don't know any other way to get it across to you because no matter how many times or ways I explain it to you, you will never understand me. This is the only way, Darious."

Looking deep into her eyes, he said, softly, "Alright, Danyealle." He kissed her softly then sank his fangs deep into her shoulder and started to drink her blood.

She whimpered softly as he bit her, but stroked his hair softly and held still as he drank.

When the blood hit his system the force of it was like someone had hit him right between his eyes with a 50lb sledge hammer. With her blood came an emotional flood of memories and feelings like someone had unleashed a hurricane of emotions in his brain. But what were most overwhelming were her feelings of hurt and confusion. Beyond that, though, was what she called love what she felt about him. He felt it all and it was just what he felt for her that he hadn't been able to name, until now. With that though, came the pain she was feeling at his actions towards her. That she felt his actions were showing that he was growing bored with her and was going to discard her.

After he pulled his fangs out he pulled her onto his lap and held her close, "I'm sorry, Danyealle, I truly am. I really didn't know what I was doing to you. If I understood it I would never had caused you that kind of pain."

She held him close, resting her head on his shoulder, "I'm also sorry, Darious, sorry that I got angry and hit you. I shouldn't have done that."

He held her close, stroking her back, "No need to apologize to me, Dani. You had every right to get angry with me. You have needs and I failed to meet them."

Nuzzling her face into his neck she said, "I love you so much Darious that I don't think I could bear to lose you once again."

He kissed the top of her head, eyes swimming a bit, his heart beating a rapid tattoo in his chest because for the first time he truly did understand on some level what he felt for her but couldn't say it, his nature and what he was preventing it, "I think, for the first time, I do truly understand the depth of that statement, Danyealle."

She snuggled up closer to him, "Take me home please, Darious."

Holding her tightly, he said, "OK, Toy." He put his finger under her chin and titled her head up then smiled at her, "Let's go home." He then picked her up and carried her, gently, down to his car.