Wilde Jagd: First Club Meeting

Joeseph's breath shattered on his lips, his throat tightening as his blood lit up. The corners of his vision blurred and black spots danced before him over the white toothy smile across from him. Floki's face went a little fuzzy for a moment before the Slytherin felt a jolt crack through his body causing his eyes to widen slightly. There was fire in him, licking his bones greedily, burning him out from the inside, slowly spreading up his arm and into his body. Sweat broke out over the back of Joeseph's neck despite the cool winter air and he opened his mouth to question but it fell shut as the fire rushed to his head. Things seemed to slow then and Joeseph felt as if he was swaying but he wasn't sure he was or not. He wasn't sure if he minded either.

Joeseph had a lot of vices but none of them included drugs or alcohol. He had only been drunk once and had never been "high" despite the reputation his elder brother may have. Things like that slowed you down, they made you vulnerable. Joeseph had decided a long time ago, about the same time he burned a bully's scalp with one of his first signs of magic that he would not be vulnerable. He would be strong, he would be powerful. Drugs and Alcohol were the crutches of the weak, things Joeseph didn't have time for. They could only hurt him.

Despite this deep rooted belief of Joeseph, he couldn't relate another description to what he was feeling. Sex? No. It was intoxicating in the most insidious of ways; A potent mixture of pleasure and pain. Worries, sorrow, everything melted away until his mind was deliciously numb. He could only feel. Only feel the fire swirling through his body angry, powerful, vindictive, art. A Masterpiece. Mara, he heard the waters of his mind whisper like ocean mist. Joeseph's eyes nearly fell closed, becoming lost in memories of pleasure, of his lover mixing with the pain with the dark fire whose sheer greatness left Joeseph humbled.

A sharp pain brought Joeseph back with sudden swiftness that nearly left him gasping for air. He can feel the fire peeling away from him like paint off a wall. The heat, the pain does not whither though, it is not at all being extinguished, it is simply Joeseph who is being removed from it's fury. Dark eyes meet eyes even darker  and he nearly flushes. His mouth is already dry with want, not for the teenager in front of him, but from the fire that has left him with only rapidly cooling embers.

When his hand is released, Joeseph swiftly brings it away loosening his tie. Despite himself, Joeseph smirks at Floki. The smirk grows into a rather nasty grin, though the raised eyebrow implies that Joeseph is quite impressed.

"I can only say I wish you would have seeked me out sooner." Joeseph said as he watched Floki lick his blood from a pale appendage.