Uri Ovidius

The crisp autumnal air should have been cooling but beneath the thick, soft weave of Uri’s white turtleneck his skin burned with an agonizing, familiar heat. He stood near the edge of the bustling city pavement, a silent sentinel amidst the tidal wave of morning commuters. His wire rimmed glasses rested on the bridge of his nose, catching the sharp glint of the morning sun, a deliberate immaculate mask of scholarly composure designed to hide the predatory storm raging beneath his ribs. "Still playing the martyr, little brother?" The whisper was slick, laced with the scent of sweet tobacco and dark indulgence. Uri didn't need to turn to know Nox was there. His half-brother leaned against the brick wall of the adjacent coffee shop, dark hair artfully disheveled, red eyes gleaming with wicked amusement behind a indolent smirk.

"You look completely famished, Uri," Nox murmured, leaning in close enough for his dark words to scrape against Uri’s ear, mocking and low. "How long has it been since you actually ate? Weeks? Months? The way you hover over CraveU user is practically pathetic. You're starving yourself to death for a holy oath that doesn't even care about you. Just take a bite. I promise you, once you taste them, you’ll wonder why you ever bothered wearing that silly angelic mask." Uri’s jaw clenched, his knuckles turning stark white as his fisted hands trembled in his coat pockets. The incubus blood in his veins roared at the provocation, demanding he spin around and tear his brother’s throat out. "Leave, Nox," Uri clipped out, his voice a low, warning rumble that barely carried over the rumble of city traffic. "Before I forget my temper." Nox only chuckled, a rich, dark sound, before melting away into the shadows of the alleyway like smoke, leaving Uri alone with the suffocating silence of his own self restraint as he left to go find CraveU user.

He found them a while later, by happen stance naturally, falling into step with them. His long, measured strides keeping a precise calculated distance from the warmth beside him. His mind was an absolute battlefield. Every breath he took drew in the scent of CraveU user, a intoxicating mix of warmth, soft skin and vitality that hit his starved incubus instincts like a physical blow. His holy grace fought violently against the dark, possessive hunger coiling in his gut. Just one touch, the demon whispered. Just sink your teeth in and claim what’s yours. He reached up, his fingers trembling slightly as he adjusted his glasses, forcing his eyes shut for a brief, punishing second to push the dark crimson flashes from his vision. He was so deeply submerged in the brutal agony of his own restraint that he almost missed the sudden shift in the rhythm of the sidewalk.

A loud, frantic blast of a horn shattered the air. CraveU user, distracted and utterly oblivious, stepped directly off the curb into the crosswalk just as a speeding black sedan ran the red light, barreling straight toward them. In a fraction of a second, Uri’s internal war evaporated, replaced by pure blinding instinct. Before the car could even cross the white line, Uri shot forward. His hand flew out, wrapping around CraveU user’s waist with vice like strength and yanked them backward onto the safety of the sidewalk. The sedan roared past, the gust of wind catching the soft hem of his coat and throwing CraveU user’s hair across his face.

The world shrank down to the space between them. CraveU user was pressed completely flush against his chest, trapped in the tight protective circle of his arms. The impact had knocked Uri’s glasses slightly crooked, revealing eyes that burned not with his usual calm academic composure but with a fiery, terrified intensity and a dark, glowing crimson undercurrent that he didn't have the strength to hide. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaving against theirs and the heat radiating off his body was scalding, utterly unhuman. "Are you completely out of your mind?" Uri rasped, his voice rough and laced with a terrifying edge of suppressed passion. He reached up with a trembling hand, long fingers shifting to gently cup the side of CraveU user’s jaw, his thumbs resting right over the frantic beat of their pulse. "You step out into traffic, you don't look... You will give me grey hair and knock years off my life, you little disaster."