[Koby is, of course, about to argue, about to say that it isn’t quite the same, because it’s not, because he can walk into the kitchen and ask for something from Sanji or Carmy and it’s there, within moments. But Daniel is moving forward, and his hand feels different, feels smoother and stronger, not a hint of tremor, just the careful focus of someone deliberately holding back their strength. Koby’s breath catches, slightly, but he doesn’t resist, just lifts his chin, tilts his head, closes his eyes.
Keeps them closed when there’s another hand on his waist and there’s a sensation of wrong, of terrible and unnatural and for an instant he’s the mouse, he’s the deer, he’s the prey caught in the predator’s jaws, and the urge to wrench away, to bolt is as strong as the awareness that he’d leave half his throat in Daniel’s jaws if he did. It’s just for an instant, and then – then it’s all liquid heat, it’s a giddy euphoria that unlocks his tense muscles and has him making a sound halfway between a moan and a sigh, and the sensation of blood being pulled from his veins, from his body is soaring and sweet and right.
A part of his mind registers that there must be something, some venom or pheromone or other force that’s as much a part of Daniel now as his voice, his body, his bright, vivid, beautiful eyes. It’s like if a wolf could coax a lamb into curling up against it’s body, sweet and satisfied and calm, lifting it’s chin to allow fangs to sink into it’s throat, without fear, without panic. The new speed and strength had been intimidating, alarming, but this is – something else entirely. This is a power that Koby couldn’t even fathom until it was sank into his throat.
He stays mostly still, eyes closed, breath slow and just a little shaky – but one hand moves, finds the sleeve of Daniel’s shirt, where it’s settled on his waist, finds the familiar solid safety of it, and curls his fingers there tight. His pulse races and his instincts war between relax, relax, be at peace and run, run, get away and run, but that point of contact, that clutch of his hand – it anchors him, tethers him, keeps him sane.]
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Keeps them closed when there’s another hand on his waist and there’s a sensation of wrong, of terrible and unnatural and for an instant he’s the mouse, he’s the deer, he’s the prey caught in the predator’s jaws, and the urge to wrench away, to bolt is as strong as the awareness that he’d leave half his throat in Daniel’s jaws if he did. It’s just for an instant, and then – then it’s all liquid heat, it’s a giddy euphoria that unlocks his tense muscles and has him making a sound halfway between a moan and a sigh, and the sensation of blood being pulled from his veins, from his body is soaring and sweet and right.
A part of his mind registers that there must be something, some venom or pheromone or other force that’s as much a part of Daniel now as his voice, his body, his bright, vivid, beautiful eyes. It’s like if a wolf could coax a lamb into curling up against it’s body, sweet and satisfied and calm, lifting it’s chin to allow fangs to sink into it’s throat, without fear, without panic. The new speed and strength had been intimidating, alarming, but this is – something else entirely. This is a power that Koby couldn’t even fathom until it was sank into his throat.
He stays mostly still, eyes closed, breath slow and just a little shaky – but one hand moves, finds the sleeve of Daniel’s shirt, where it’s settled on his waist, finds the familiar solid safety of it, and curls his fingers there tight. His pulse races and his instincts war between relax, relax, be at peace and run, run, get away and run, but that point of contact, that clutch of his hand – it anchors him, tethers him, keeps him sane.]