supernatural things yes.

[longwinded]

[It was a centuries old rivalry. As cliche as the entire werewolves versus vampires thing sounds, it's always been a thing. Marked lands and certain territories. John had heard stories as a pup about the rivaling clan, their clan leader mysterious as always. Disappearing for months on end, and coming out only when he absolutely had to.

As John grew he became more curious, venturing on the lines as young adult, and going as far as crossing them when he was almost mature. He wanted to take risks, as next in line to be the Alpha dog he needed to know the lines well. He wanted to know the territories.

It's the dead of winter now as John is exploring, sniffing out where the lines diverge and the territories divide. He's crossed into their ground with full knowledge that he is there. Usually as long as he isn't causing any trouble they don't bother him, but their seem to be a pair of watchful eyes on him tonight as he heads into a moonlit clearing.]

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[longwinded]

[Don't need the shirt when the arm has been grabbed. Heh. He's not really a fair player. His grip is tight.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave gives John a dirty look.] Let go of me. [He's tired of these shitty games John plays.]

[longwinded]

[Oh my god, he is just SO scared of dirty looks. Please. Dave ain't scaring him. He takes this opportunity to try and pull Dave backwards. It wasn't a meeting with Dave if they didn't tousle at least once.]

[rememberstime]

[Oh fuck this. Dave tries to slam his knee into John's stomach. He doesn't want to play this bullshit with you, John.]

[longwinded]

[Fuck you Dave, he'll take it. It knocks the wind of him but he isn't giving up. Not here, not again. He is so tired of Dave's shit right now. He'll grab for his wrists, John was going to use his body weight to his advantage.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave lets out a snarl, trying to pull backwards and away from John. He's trying to pull his wrists out of John's grasp.]

[longwinded]

[He isn't deterred by this, throwing his muscle onto Dave trying to bring him down again like he did the first time. His hope was that Dave would lose balance.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave staggers, but holds his ground. He knows how much of a disadvantage it would be to lose his balance against John. He tries to claw at John's face. Dave really is trying to fuck you up man. He ain't playing.]

[longwinded]

[Fuck, Dave really isn't playing. John has to be careful to dodge those hands So he's still throwing his body weight, using strength in his arms to try and pull Dave down.

Come on bring it asshole.]

[rememberstime]

[He's real tired of your shit. John's body weight and strength is far superior than his. It isn't long before he has Dave on the ground, snarling and growling at John. Dave was just much too light and didn't have the strength to overcome John head to head like this. Dave's usually calm demeanor was replaced with something much more vicious, a stark contrast to how he usually is.]

[longwinded]

[He locks his legs around Dave's middle, and locks his hands around Dave's wrists. He was going to trap him like this, smarter than last time for sure. It was fun, seeing the other struggle beneath him like this.]

Give it up, you're not getting away this time.

[rememberstime]

[Dave tries to buck John off him, before going to completely limp. Jesus Christ, why does this keep happening?]

Are you going to do this everytime you harass me?

[longwinded]

[Nope. He steadies his hips, pressing down to lock Dave into place. Like he did the first time. It keeps happening because John is a little shit.]

Probably. [John leans his head down, sinking his teeth into Dave's neck.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave starts thrashing again letting out a howl as John sinks his teeth into his neck.] You little fucking shit, I'll kill you. [He most definitely does not like you biting into his throat. That's what vampires do to their prey. Not vice versa.]

[longwinded]

[Please. John knows Dave isn't as strong physically if caught.] An empty threat, at best. [He sinks his teeth in again, toying with the skin.]

[rememberstime]

[There's the sound of flesh ripping and John can probably smell the strong stench of blood. More importantly, he can feel those sharp fangs against his throat. It's a silent threat. If John doesn't get off, he'll rip his throat out. His fangs are just barely grazing John's skin.] Get off. [There's no warm breath against John's neck. Dave is dead.]

[longwinded]

What are you gonna do, bite me? Hah. Go ahead.

[Fuck you Dave, he isn't moving because you don't scare him at all. I mean the whole losing a chunk of your throat is pretty horrifying but...]

[rememberstime]

I'll rip your throat out with my teeth. [John. This is definitely a guy you don't want to call him on his threats. This is definitely someone who'll actually do it.

Especially because he's sunk his teeth just ever so slightly into John's throat.]

[longwinded]

Yeah?

[John grunts a little. But he has to assert his dominance here. It wasn't pride. He just really wanted Dave. Perhaps going for the throat wasn't his best idea.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave sinks his teeth lower, enough for it to hurt, but not moving after that. Prying Dave off at this point would cause more harm to John. He'd have to behead Dave or show signs of letting up.

Biting Dave was the dumbest fucking idea, John.]

[longwinded]

[John lets up a little on the pressure. But not enough to let go. That hurts, Dave. But John is laughing. Laughing because he's an idiot.]

[rememberstime]

[Dave lightens up himself, but he isn't moving his head until he knows John is gonna get off him. He doesn't see what's so funny, John.]

[longwinded]

[He's laughing because of this shitty situation he's in. It's hilarious how dim he can really be sometimes. He would have to let go for Dave to let go and he didn't want to let go.

This is shitty.]

[rememberstime]

[John is really wearing Dave's patience. If John doesn't decide to let up soon, Dave was just gonna do what he threatened to do. He's pretty sure John doesn't have the healing capabilities that Dave does.]

[longwinded]

[Dammit. He can't risk Dave ripping at his throat. He's already going to have a hell of a time explaining to his Dad what the bitemarks are if he can't hide them.

John lets up now, making escape feasible.]