Private Finished Gonna Sharpen All My Teeth And Build A Fire

This guy was weird and probably bad for him, but Lysander didn't really care at this point. He was starving, restless, bristling with anger at the world in general. Even though Boni had put the bracelet back on, he still remembered the feeling of rage. Part of him enjoyed it. He'd always been drawn to violence, which was why he'd become a soldier. 800 years being forced to feed in a way that absolutely disgusted him - he was thrilled to be able to rip someone apart without lust being involved.

He was probably a bit of a sadist. Certainly enjoyed the sight of blood, though not necessarily hurting people emotionally. But he would never force himself on anyone. Finding a masochist was a dream. He was grinning almost as much as Boni was, wings fluttering in aggressive excitement.

"Shouldn't be long. I usually fly, but can't do that now. You're really excited, huh? Most people don't let me claw them up without wanting to make it gross. "

Lysander bared his sharklike teeth at Boni in something that bore only a passing resemblance to a grin and never reached his eyes at all. He glanced at the bracelet the other man so clearly wanted to remove, then looked around to see whether anyone was nearby. It was fairly quiet, most people already in their house or elsewhere.

"You can probably take that off. We're close and there doesn't seem to be anyone around. And I certainly don't care if you make me angry."

Other than that statement, Lysander didn't really talk to Boni. They both knew what they were about to do. Small talk seemed unnecessary. He let the guy ramble, glad to hear that Boni wasn't into anything other than the pain. It might've been good if the other man had wanted something more, for feeding purposes, but Lysander wanted to enjoy himself without that.

"You do say it a lot. I'm not doing this for you." All that mattered to the half-demon was that this guy was willing, whatever his reasons. Lysander needed to claw people apart - it was in his nature, even if he couldn't feed off it.

Lysander hadn't cared if anyone saw them headed to his house. Even if they'd known what was about to happen, this was Manta Carlos, where pretty much anything was legal with permission. Not that he was about to do anything in the middle of the street. He'd just not wanted Boni's aura to draw someone else. No desire for interruption or interlopers.

"Suit yourself." The bracelet would come off soon enough. In fact, Lysander could see his house now. He pointed it out to Boni, "Over there." Then he flew. He wasn't so fast that Boni wouldn't be able to keep up, and it wouldn't have mattered since the door was right there.

His wings still fluttered as he dug through his pocket to find the keys, not really needing Boni's aura to want to slash into him. It occurred to the demigod now that there was probably going to be a mess, but that wasn't even enough to make him hesitate.

"I'm assuming you do still bleed?" He murmured as he opened the door and waited for the other guy to enter.

Lysander was naturally a very violent person, drawn to battles and blood, a demigod of violent death mixed with a list demon - his bloodlust coloured all his hobbies. But he had to fit in, keep it contained, find outlets for his anger, and hide. He had a great deal of self control. Boni's aura almost broke through that, but he was not going to leave a mess right at the entrance - he'd have to clean it up. Still he couldn't resist snarling at the man, an inhuman sound, filled with rage.

"Good." He didn't think he'd enjoy this as much if Boni were something like a zombie. There was something about gore that gave much more satisfaction than just stabbing into dead flesh. And getting to this with his bare hands was something he hadn't done in years, if not decades. Even as a soldier it had been guns and minefields. He couldn't reveal his true form on a battlefield unless there were no survivors.

Somehow managing to lock the door behind them, Lysander took a few steps further into the house. Then abruptly and without warning he reached out and grabbed Boni's arm, claws extended, intending to drag him into the kitchen before he did anything more. "Don't touch me and if you scream too loud I'll remove your tongue."

Lysander hadn't really been trying to injure Boni when he'd grabbed him, he simply hadn't cared either way. He'd just wanted to get him somewhere where the mess would hopefully be easier to clean and less suspicious if anyone dropped by his house and there were still bloodstains.

When Boni took off his jacket, Lysander frowned a little impatiently but made no move to stop him. He used the slight delay to roll up his own sleeves, though he fully expected his shirt to be ruined. And he was not gonna remove the shirt himself - he hated having his clothes off in front of people almost as much as he hated being touched.

The cuts on Boni's arm drew his attention. The guy really did regenerate fast. This should be fun. Lysander bared his teeth with another hiss, then launched himself at the other man. Claws that could rip through steel were aimed at Boni's chest and arms, backed with a surprising amount of strength for someone so petite. The demigod was holding back, though, only intending to make surface slashes because he wasn't sure how far the other's regeneration extended. Boni would have to ask if he wanted Lysander to cut deeper.