Into the Unknown (Tag: Dmitrius)

[axelle]

Axelle was sitting beside the bed staring down at Dmitrius's body even though he held a book in his lap. He never had expected Dmitrius to come back and he still didn't know how to feel about it all. He always figured he would have been the one that had left Dmitrius and wasn't sure how to handle this. Dmitrius had left him and now here he was and all Axelle could do was stare unsure of his next action. He had been close with someone else while Dmitrius had been dealing with his own thing. He brought his elbows to his knees and brought his face down into his hands.

He could remember when Dmitrius had been given the order to watch him because he had been a rogue. He had laid out in front of the room and the irony was that was what Dmitrius had done as well. He could remember looking at the man in annoyance as he drank and moved pieces on the chessboard. He could remember how Dmitrius had sat down and annoyed him totally not letting him out of his sight completely and how many times had he pushed at Dmitrius trying to get his way when things were bad. How about that time you were dragged in front of Lukias and the rest as a traitor returning the second time? How long had it taken to heal with Dmitrius' help?

He moved and grabbed the book and threw it against the wall. He wanted to be angry but wanted to lay beside Dmitrius and have him tell him what they have done to him. He got up and began to pace the room. He began to sing softly as he moved with soft steps. "Lay beside me, tell me what they've done Speak the words I want to hear To make my demons run The door is locked now, but it's open if you're true If you can understand the me Then, I can understand the you Lay beside me, under wicked sky Through black of day, dark of night We share this paralyze The door cracks open But there's no sun shining through Black heart scarring darker still..."

His hair fell forward as he bowed his head some with a frown. He was so damn conflicted! But then another song began to come to mind and he stopped to look over at Dmitrius on the bed. Why couldn't he tell Dmitrius to go to hell and that he's moved on? Because he was so damn good at being bad. He could remember the time being carried in the room and tossed on the bed. But that wasn't the only place no, Axelle had destroyed everything but the bed. When you came in the air went out And every shadow filled up with doubt I don't know who you think you are But before the night is through I wanna do bad things with you I'm the kind to sit up in his room Heart sick an' eyes filled up with blue I don't know what you've done to me But I know this much is true I wanna do bad things with you...

He closed his blue eyes slowly. What the hell are you doing Axelle? You should be going to see Alexander and see if he is okay. You hate Dmitrius... No, you don't. Yes, you do. I hate everything about you Why do I love you? He brought a hand up and shoved his hair back from his face. No, he couldn't go down this road. He had to cut off his thought process. He would help Dmitrius get back to good health and tell him that he'd moved on. Why did it hurt to even think that? Everything they had been through. Then now this. His shoulders slumped and he moved to a wall and put his forehead to it.

He took a deep breath and brought his hand to the wall laying his palm against it and gave a sound of despair. He had to think. He had to get out of this room but he couldn't just leave Dmitrius like this. No, he just couldn't. He turned so his back was pressed against the wall and slid down it bringing up his knees bent and grabbed his backpack which was close to him and pulled out the rum. He opened it, threw the lid, and chugged from the bottle. God, he was such an alcoholic. He coughed at the sensation but drank more as he sat there. When the bottle emptied he threw it across the room wondering if the sound would wake Dmitrius and realized he had drank a bottle of rum in no time at all and was feeling the effects of it.

[dmitrius]

Axelles lips were firm but somehow gentle against Dmitrius' neck, a tingling sensation sent little shivers through the lycan's body and inevitably a small noise of pleasure escaped his lips.

Without an idea of how he had found his way to this place, or, indeed, where it was, Dmitrius lost all thought. One thing mattered. Axelle. A smile spread slowly across the thin lips of the man, and his hands moved up, cupping the blonde's chin, and moving in to kiss him.

As their lips touched Axelle suddenly stood, his fave a mask of rage and pain, grabbing a book and throwing it at the wall.

Dmitrius woke up with a jolt seeing Axelle facing away from him, holding a bottle of alcohol and glugging away at it. He stood quietly and made his way over. With a gentle hand he tried to remove the bottle, his brown eyes pleading with the blue. "I'm so sorry." His voice rumbled a little, somewhat growly from sleep. His brows furrowed as Ares looked at the floor, avoiding the eyes of his old lover.

[axelle]

Axelle had heard the small noise of pleasure come from Dmitrius and his eyes narrowed remembering the sounds that he used to make and he closed his eyes. Oh, how he could remember the taste of Dmitrius on his tongue and the feel of him against him. The slide of tongue on skin but he had to break his thoughts from that. Alex was his now. He was with Alex. He tossed the book like it was nothing to him. Rage and pain was on his features. Distance would be good but he wasn't giving up this room at all. Plus he had to make sure Dmitrius was okay.

He turned his back to Dmitrius who had been laying on the bed. He continued to drink from the bottle and then he felt the gentle hand on it taking it away from him. His eyes slid up to meet brown eyes as the bottle left him when he went to throw it but it stayed in Dmitrius's hand. He saw Dmitrius look away apologizing. Should have kissed you there should have held your face. Should have watched those eyes instead of running... But now I'm staring the mess I made. I'm staring at the mess I made as you turn and you take your heart and walked away...

His eyes slide to the bottle and he then turns his gaze down to the floor before forcing a smile. "Hey, what did you expect? I expected nothing less, Dmitrius." He stood and stumbled from the whole lot of drink and caught his balance by placing a hand on the wall. "Why apologize?" He laughed but he knew the sound was forced. Oh, how he wanted to grab Dmitrius and pull him to him. But then all fell away and he went to grab Dmitrius and push him against the wall before letting go. Anger, confusion, and pain slid through him.

He shoved a hand through his white hair spiking it more as he shook as if forcing the emotions down. "Why, Dmitrius?" The words fell out before he could stop them. The pain was slicing through him and he sat down hard on the floor more falling and then he began to laugh. "Oh hell, I'm drunk. Another bottle please!" But then he looked down as he brought up a knee so his foot lay flat on the ground. "I heard a story once. Dumbfounded me... I searched and found..." He hiccuped then between words. "One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, 'My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all.'

He began to snort. "'One is Evil - It is anger, envy, jealousy, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity, guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority, and ego.'" He brought his hand onto his knee as he tried to get up. "'The other is Good - It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness, benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.' The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather: 'Which wolf wins?' The old Cherokee simply replied, 'The one you feed.'" He began to laugh. "Isn't that a hoot?"

He finally got up and stretched. "I need another drink." He moved to his backpack and began rummaging around in it. He reached inside and pulled out a bottle. "Got you!"

[dmitrius]

When the pair had been together Dmitrius had been unemotional and at times cold. For so long refusing to embrace his feelings for Axelle. To be honest he had never really accepted his love for the bottle blonde. Now Ares sighed, in his time in incarceration he had only ever wished that he had been more honest in their relationship, that Axelle knew how he truly felt.

In the moments that passed as he stared at the floor Dmitrius' mind turned to the thought that even now he had not explained his absence completely. But he doubted that was what Axelle would want to hear right now. The drunk lycan kept asking questions. Unanswerable questions.

What had he expected upon his return? Nothing. He merely wanted his life back. And he found himself here, alive. Now all he wanted was Axelle.

"I expected...i don't know...i didn't even expect to get outta there, did i?" His brows furrowed, the memory of his imprisonment heavy on his mind. The pathetic nights laying in shackles, the screaming reverberating in the tunnels of the laboratory...

A shudder pushed its way down his back at the memory and then, another impossible question. Why?

"What do you mean why? Why did i leave? It's not like i had a choice, does it look like it?" Anger flushed his tan face, and Dmitrius was losing his cool. "Why did i escape and come back? Because...well..." the anger left as soon as it had entered. "You"

Ares lost his composure, a look of longing filling his face as his eyes again left Axelle.

"I don't know why, Axe..." And then the younger lycan sat on the edge of the bed, with his head in his hands, listening with quite patience to Axelle's little anecdote. "And what's the relevance?" he asked with his head tilted as he stood. Quickly he removed the bottle from his old lover's hands and uncapped it, gulping the liquid heat.

He smirked evilly at Axelle. "No more for you, Blondie."

[axelle]

Axelle only knew that his feelings were in turmoil. He had thought truly that Dmitrius had left him for good that night and so he had walked away from the pack, the family that he had come to care for and now the both of them had returned and he was even more lost than before. His blue gaze slid over to Dmitrius to look at him. He still wasn't in his former glory yet. Axelle brought his hand up and slid his fingers through his own hair messing it up further.

All the drinks in the world wouldn't help him now with the way he needed help. He was out of his element with Dmitrius. He always had been. Every touch from him had been sweet torture and a pulling towards the volatile male more and more. Together they were like the Hell Hounds. Violent and nothing stayed upright in their path but they kept each other grounded as well. The violence only went so far. Now though it was like drawing straws.

Axelle's eyes narrowed at Dmitrius at his words. "We both know that you would never submit and you would never die in a place like that, Dmitrius. We do not die being beaten like slaves. We die on a battlefield with claws raised. That is how we are." He whispered the words slurring. He growled at Dmitrius's words. "You walked out into the night that night and never surfaced! I went to sleep and woke up to you gone! What was to be expected of you just disappearing like that?" He glared angrily but then the you had his eyebrows lifting in surprise. With that word all the long buried memories flooded him in his drunken haze.

"Do we all... Ev...Ever know the why of anything?" He had made his way over to his backpack as he spoke more and got out his newest bottle. He wasn't too steady on his feet when he heard Dmitrius ask of the relevance. "What if you feed both? I've never been fully good but when I am I am oh so good but when I'm bad I'm downright brutal." He laughed softly and went to open the bottle when it too was taken from him and watched Dmitrius uncap it and gulped at it. "HEY! That's mine!" He spoke in response of no more for you, Blondie. "Give it back!" He went to reach for it to snatch it back. Oh, that sexy smirk. So delightfully evil.

And that being told no always made Axelle react. He growled lightly as he went to grab the bottle back. "I can have as much as I want. You can't tell me no. It's all mine and I can drink the whole bloody bottle if I feel like it, Dmitrius!"

[dmitrius]

Still pale in comparison to his usual bronzed skin, Dmitrius had been building muscle as best he could since returning to the pack. However, his left arm was still wrapped in bandages, frsh ones applied by Axelle only yesterday. The two had grown closer in the short time since his return, but it saddened the beta wolf to see his old mate in such a state, brought on by the conflict of their feelings.

"Wrong. We TRY. But our inevitable demise may come in one of those chemical ridden cages, surrounded by giggling bloodsuckers." His face crumpled, his nose wrinkled as he snarled in disgust. "I was sure i was already dead. More than once."

Dmitrius wasn't usually in such a state. But as always Axelle brought out the emotions he found it so easy to lose in every day life.

His head swung violently to face the blonde's accusation. "Walked out? Fucking walked out!?" His outrage was clear as he got to his feet, baring his teeth and pressing his forehead to Axelle's in a show of dominant aggression. "No, i followed an intruder. I did my GOD DAMNED JOB! You can't even complain about waking up in an empty bed. How many mornings was i sure you'd been taken? Dragged out of my bed lifeless, or kicking and screaming!?" Tears came to his eyes, a foreign feeling stung at the back of them and Dmitrius panted as he ended his tirade.

Finally, his voice softened. "All that time...You kept me going in that god forsaken hole..." The snarling expression had faded, and once more the tall lycan stood before his ex-lover, silently wishing that he could understand.

[axelle]

Axelle had been beside Dmitrius the whole time he had been back. He couldn't take all of this. "You need your bandages fixed again." He murmured softly. He didn't want to have feelings anymore. He wanted them to go away. Just disappear. Just go back to the beginning when he first came here. The I don't care attitude that he once had. He couldn't take his eyes from Dmitrius though even when he wanted to. He wanted to deny everything and walk away but the words always died in his throat. Three nights and he was still beside Dmitrius. He just couldn't walk away.

"Fuck, Dmitrius! I didn't mean you should fall down and die! Would I be here if I thought that? You make it sound like I want you to just die!" He growled showing anger rather than the calm neutrality that he had been showing since he just didn't know how to respond. But now he was angry as hell. "Just because you are sure doesn't mean it's fucking put into the stone!" He was now showing his anger and even if it weren't the right time or place he didn't care.

"I thought you walked out on me! Is that so fucking hard to comprehend?" But then he wasn't sure what to do when Dmitrius began to stalk towards him. The anger was full in the room and suddenly Dmitrius pressed his forehead to Axelle's and at first he wanted to back down but he was angry too even though he felt like a heel. "I can if I want to! You never did that to me before! How was I supposed to react to it? And I had to. You never understood and still don't!" He pressed his own forehead against Dmitrius's as if they were two bulls about to go at it. Usually Axelle would back down but he was upset and angry and too much emotions that he was just reacting. Not to mention drunk.

But then he heard Dmitrius's words and his expression closed down completely. He wanted to do so much but he just couldn't. His mouth pressed to Dmitrius's mouth in a hard demanding kiss. His hand came up and grabbed Dmitrius's hair but soon he pulled back angry at himself almost as angry as he was at Dmitrius. "Dammit to hell." He licked his lips still tasting Dmitrius's mouth on his. He was so damn angry and didn't know where to put it. His emotions this past few days were so confusing and flying around.

He grabbed the bottle from Dmitrius's hand and took it back before he brought it to his mouth and tipped his head back taking a swig. "I think the alcohol is calling me." He couldn't believe what he had done. Dammit. Dmitrius should never have said that Axelle was the only thing that had kept him going. Dammit, Dmitrius. Damn you! And the worst part was he wanted to have Dmitrius again. At least the drink would keep him somewhat sane, right?

[hugo]

The frown persisted as he returned the mumble. "It can wait..." Dmitrius rolled his left shoulder, the bandages were loose, and shifted over the slow-healing skin. It had been a while since the lycan had had to wait so long to heal. Only once before as a lycan, when he had been bitten by an old rogue some tine ago. Very different to the vampiric torture of recent months.

A sigh fell from paled lips, of course Dmitrius still loved Axelle, but it seemed Axe himself was fqr too conflicted over the relationship, his mood changing every second as his feelings bounced from one extreme to the other. Dmitrius wasn't sur. How he was supposed to help his old lover. His brows furrowed in confusion as Axelle began shouting.

"Make up your god damned mind!" He shouted in response, if Axe had wished him dead then he wouldn't be in this situation, but still, it was ln't clear cut how the blonde man felt for him. Trying to figure it out made the werewolf's head spin.

It surprised the beta wolf when Axelle did not back down. Despite the blonde man being so much older the mere scent of the higher ranked lycan would cause many to turn tail. Then again, Axe was drunk, more than that, he was Axelle. And that made all the difference. As the shorter man shouted back Dmitrius had to phase the words out. Axelle was trying not to care so perhaps Ares should be making it easier and reciprocating the non-feelings.

As Dmitrius was about to express this, something quite the opposite happened. Axelle's lips pressed to his, the scent of alcohol filled the lycan's nose and lingered on his tongue, large tanned hands came to rest at Axelle's hips, but in only a moment the inebriated man had pulled away, leaving Dmitrius looking highly unamused.

Once more he went to take the bottle from the other lycan, with a growl, and proceeded to pull him back to face him. "You have to make up your god damned mind, blondie. You're making my head spin." With that Dmitrius took a few long gulps at the bottle, leaving very little liquid at the bottom as he wiped his lips. "No more." He grunted.

[axelle]

"You wish for it to re-open then?" Axelle growled at him. He shouldn't care but deep down he couldn't resist caring about Dmitrius. No, he should tell him to go to Hell but he couldn't. It would hurt too much even though this hurt as well. He hated to see the strong man so hurt like this. He just couldn't do this to Dmitrius or to Alexander. At least the drink was doing it's job and making him numb.

His anger shot forth and he began to shout right into Dmitrius's face. But Dmitrius too began to shout back at him. But Axelle refused this time to back down even when Dmitrius brought his forehead against his. He wanted to shove Dmitrius. He wanted to grab Dmitrius and claim him as his own. He wanted so much but couldn't do anything right now. All he could do was stand there as the anger seemed to waft off of him in waves of anger. The tension in the room would have suffocated most people but Dmitrius and him were somewhat used to this tainted love that the two had.

Axelle hadn't meant to kiss Dmitrius. No, he just wanted the man to shut up. It had felt so good though. His mouth pressed against Dmitrius's mouth in a stolen kiss. As he kissed Dmitrius he felt those strong hands on his hips as if to pull him close or push him away he wasn't sure but he was pretty sure it was to pull him closer. The feel of Dmitrius's mouth against his was like taking a taste of Heaven and he had to pull away before he did something else irrational. He pulled away and saw the unamused expression on Dmitrius's face.

When he turned from Dmitrius though he heard the growl after the bottle was taken from him and soon he was pulled back to face Dmitrius. "Join the club, Dmitrius!" He hissed softly. But he knew Dmitrius would just pull him back if he made a move to turn away again. But then he glared as Dmitrius drank from the bottle leaving very little of the liquid behind. "Dammit! D that was my last bottle!" He grabbed Dmitrius intending on hitting him but he kissed him again sliding his tongue inside Dmitrius's mouth as the man said no more as if to take the little bit that could be there.

But he was getting drunk on the taste of Dmitrius on his tongue once more. The feel as he pressed against Dmitrius. In a few minutes he would stop and shove Dmitrius away. Axelle just was getting what little alcohol that was left. Oh yeah, who was he fooling. Perhaps he shouldn't have drank that much liquor. Oh well, it was keeping him sane. No, everything was making him insane. What was he doing?! He shouldn't be doing this. No matter how good Dmitrius tasted. He started to pull away again and grabbed the bottle looking at it. He threw it against a wall behind Dmitrius.