Omari made his way over to the trembling body and laid his gaze upon it, his eyes were as intense as a burning fire that ate anything in sight. The boy in front of him must have been no else but around fourteen, though he could smell the wolf blood that ran through his body and amused he was much older then he looked. Omari himself looked only in his twenty’s but was over a couple thousand years old and much more wiser then the pre-teen.

The boy raised his head still trembling a great deal, closing his eyes tightly for a second to hold back the tears that he could feel building up. This man was scary to him and taller which didn’t make the situation better.

The vampire frowned slightly hiding the fangs that were sharp enough to cut through the bone of the toughest kind. He reached out, and a pale hand cupped the boy’s cheek lightly and gently. He could feel the soft skin under his thumb. “Why is it that you crying now Conan?” he asked calmly.

He looked up and stopped trembling a bit, he wiped his eyes and lowered his hand back to his side. Just hearing him say his name made it a bit better then before, but he really understand Omari that much. He lifted his hand to his neck and covered the two puncture wounds. “It...It scared me”, he fell silently afraid of what he would do next, he never thought that he would hurt him but he knew that feeding was important.

Omari leaned in and titled his head, their gazes lock. He had never seen Conan cry before...well he was crying the day they had first met. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to” he said and tried to smile but it failed and he ended up smirking/grinning instead.

Conan batted his eyes a bit and looked at him, his hand felt warm against his skin and leaned into the touch. “It’s ok, you need to feed I understand that and...and I don’t mind if you feed off me” he said and smiled brightly at the vampire before him. He could never stay mad at him for long...he did save his life after all.

He smirked slightly and leaned in kissing the boy firmly on the lips, as his other arm wrapped around his waist and tried to get him as close as possible. He had started to enjoy the feeling of the boy in his arms. And he wanted to explore him more but would wait until he felt sure that Conan didn’t mind.

Conan groaned slightly and parted his lips a bit for him, his hands gripped the fabric of his shirt tightly and leaned in close standing on his tippy toes in order to get taller. He could feel his tongue slipping into his mouth and groaned lightly again closing his eyes.

The vampire pulled away and looked at the boy, he ran a hand through his hair as the other rubbed the small of his back. He smiled lightly...it wasn’t a smirk or a grin that was on his lips but a smile. “Thank you my dear Conan” he said and placed the boys head against his chest and stood there holding him tightly, and taking in the scent of his hair...he smelled sweet and knew he would be his one day.