Heat Rating: Fire

Content Warning: GLBT homoerotica

A tygon Protector. A vampire Prince of the Blood. Undeniable passion draws them together, duty keeps them apart.

"The train will take us to our destination." The sound of the vampire's voice wrapped around his mind the way a catchy tune might invade his thoughts. Vampiric power. As a tygon warrior he was immune to such mental games.

Frowning, Trevor followed him into the car, setting his duffel on a nearby seat and taking the one beside his guide.

The fragrance of the vampire reached him, close proximity making it more evident.

Spice. Sweet and enticing, the scent a powerful attractant that had lured Humans to their doom for thousands of years. long ages ago before any of the living vampire Families came into existence. Sitting near the vampire he discovered that even a tygon trained to war wasn't immune to the power of the scent. Desire washed through him, and he shuddered, shocked that he could be affected by the scent of a vampire despite his training.

This shouldn't be happening to me. I've been trained to resist even the most insidious mental tampering of the oldest vampires, yet the mere scent of this young captain is arousing me in ways I've never experienced. I'll have to let the trainers at HQ know that there are some Families our training doesn't seem to properly protect us from.

Uneasy about the failing of the training he'd received, Trevor got up and changed seats, moving to a place across the car from the vampire captain.

A tiny smirk curled the vampire's lips, the expression quickly gone, though, from the look of the hardened flesh he couldn't help noticing, the vampire seemed to find his own presence as enticing.

He coughed, glanced around the deserted car. "How much longer until we depart?"

The vampire shrugged, his too keen gaze sweeping along his body, a tiny smile playing at the corners of his sensual lips. "Any time now I'd think."

What is wrong with me? I'm here on an assignment to take care of a vampire Prince, not to get friendly with his staff.

But the attraction, strange as it might be, couldn't be denied. He wanted nothing more than to grab the vampire who sat there smirking his superiority and kiss him into submission.

Oddly, he was sure that would be the end result of any sexual encounter between them. The vampire could lure him in with his scent and the almost teasing smiles, but in the end he'd take the vampire and show him why tygons weren't creatures to be idly toyed with.

The thought sent a thrum of lust through him and he felt the ripple of a desire born shift trying to erupt, his skin tingled. A shiver rippled along his spine as fur tried to grow down his back and across both shoulders.

It's definitely time to think about something else. Anything else.