RAINBOW VEINS [wyntir] [pg 13]

[gabriel]

There was fucking sand in his mouth...

Gabriel pushed himself up, using his arms, and spit out the sand that was making his mouth all gritty. Next he coughed a little and looked around. A beach...? He and Wyntir didn't go to the beach...they went on a cruise. Thoughts of his lover brought his eyes to focus a little, looking around for the other boy.

Last he remembered they'd been on the cruise ship, having a fucking good time. A smile spread over his lips, despite the situation. They'd spent their days in bed and wandered around the ship when the sun set. There had been plenty of alcohol, plenty of blood, and plenty of sex. The fact that they had to hide what they were while confined on a ship...only seemed to add to the fun.

Even now, laying on a strange beach, thoughts of his time with Wynter sent a tingle of arousal through him. Sharp fangs descended from his gums, and a purr rumbled up from his chest. Damn...he had it bad.

Gabriel coughed yet again, then pushed himself up. His eyes finally focused completely and he could take a better look around.

"Wyntir...?"

[wyntir]

[/b] He was laying on his stomach in the sand on a beach, his lower half still being brushed by the clear, foaming waves creeping up on the shore. As he lifted his head, sand fell out of his wet hair and off of his face, a good amount sticking to the blood that ran down his face from a decent sized cut on his hairline. Sand covered his wet body, sticking to his clothes and skin, making his whole body itchy and rough. His vision was blurred, slowing refocusing itself, as he scanned the beach around him. It was dark, and the breeze from the night chilled him to the bone.

Where was he? What had happened? He glanced down for a moment as he dung into the memory of his aching head for the last thing he remembered...a ship...oh! The cruise! Nearly forgetting the situation at hand, a small grin found it's way on Wyntir's lips. Gabriel had always been the romantic, elegant, extravagant type and always seemed to want to spoil Wyntir...so Gabriel took him on a cruise. It was fun, it was romantic, it was sexy. An endless supply of blood was available to them, alcohol was bottomless, and they indulged their sexual desires anywhere, any time. His fangs bared themselves at the thought, and his eyes glowed a soft, dim white. The aroused feeling that he felt with simply the thought of Gabriel, his maker and lover, was ridiculous. Then again, he was rather hungry.

His eyes had focused by now, and thanks to his heightened senses, he could see and hear farther than he would of been a year ago. He looked deeply in each direction, expecting to see the dark figure of Gabriel's silhouette far in the distance, but saw nothing. When he focused his hearing, he still heard nothing but the hum of the water and the wind. Worry started to form in his chest, but he tried to calm it. Gabriel was alive, he knew that much, for he would feel if he was dead. But his whereabouts...

Wyntir pushed himself up form the sand and took another look around. It was still night time, but judging from the color of the horizon, sunrise would occur in less than an hour. If he was going to find Gabriel, he had to do it fast. And what if he wasn't even on the beach? What if he was somewhere else in the world?

Sighing and closing his eyes, he focused himself and sent a distressed signal to his maker. Wyntir knew that was the quickest way to find Gabriel, for his lover would come running at any time he was in trouble. He concentrated on the signal and kept it flowing strong through their connection, then started to walk shakily along the shore. As he kept the signal going to began to call out Gabriel's name desperately.

"Gabriel...? Gabriel!"
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[gabriel]

There was no response. Gabriel pushed himself to his feet, faintly noting that he was missing his shoes. Wyntir was nowhere to be seen, and that made his chest squeeze with a hint of panic. He rubbed at dark blue eyes, then blinked a few times and whiped some sand off his face.

"Wyntir?!"

He tried to keep the worry out of his tone. If Wyntir was close...and completely arlight, he'd probably laugh at Gabriel's panic. Little shit. His lips curved affectionately before he caught himself and looked serious again. This was not a good situation. He couldn't let Wyntir distract him from...finding Wyntir.

Man, was he ever fucked up...

Gabriel started wandering along the beach, trying to catch sight of his lover. There was no sign of him. And he was worried to the point where he forgot about using their bond. Later he would blame it on all the salt water swishing around his brain.

The signal from Wyntir made him stop in mid-step. Eyes narrowed as he immediately assumed that his lover was in trouble. In record time he sensed which direction the signal was coming from and then headed in that direction. His movements would appear as mere blurrs to normal human eyes.

Soon enough he caught sight of Wyntir, and he looked around for any danger that could possibly be near. Gabriel slowed, dark eyes looking over his love. He caught sight of the cut on his hairline and he looked around again.

"Babe..? You okay?"

His deep voice didn't hold its usual purr; the vampire was more tense from this situation than he was trying to let on.

[wyntir]

[/b] he muttered, following the other's gaze of scanning the island. "Just scared."

He had noticed that Gabriel's voice wasn't as sensual and seductive as usual, a sure sign that his love was both stressed and in a state of panic. He knew that he couldn't do much, for his maker had always seemed to find being strong in mind to be important. But Gabriel was only human, right? Well...not exactly human, but close enough in Wyntir's book.

Wyntir usually used sex to fix any problems Gabriel felt, but something told him that that was not the best idea at the moment. So instead, Wyntir rested both hands on Gabriel's chest and rubbed softly, almost as if seducing him. And, although he didn't want to asked the question, mostly because he was afraid of the answer, he asked with an obvious tone of fear in his voice:

"...Where are we?"
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[gabriel]

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