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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Aug 1, 2009 21:32:27 GMT -5
"So your just like the others, Sevanni? You would rather see me suffer and spend every waking moment alone?" Those words put a damper in his calming demeanor. How sad of him to think such a thing. Shaden was a vampire was he not? And whilst he was no made from Sevanni's blood, he was liked by the man. He shook his head to this diddy of a comment.
"I am not like the others. I have no intentions on seeing you alone for the rest of your immortal life." Spoken in truth because Shaden knew Sevanni never lied and he always maintained his word. His words were calm but you could still sense irritation in his tone, and then he had to go there.
"If your worried I'll get to attached as I did with Aubrey, then you can stop worrying," His brows furrowed, and for the first time in a long time, Sevanni had discarded a breath through nostrils and tips of fingers pulled on the hard material of the chair, letting him lift out of the chair to stand and move over to another area of that section.
Sevanni and Shaden both knew that that name should have been the furthest name from their mouths. "If she leaves, at least this time I'll be more accustomed to the pain. It wont hurt as much." As if he could truly fall in love with her. She was all wrong for him. At least, the side of her he knew had been wrong for him. She was sort of a pure saintist who was looking for someone to keep like treasure and still maintain a non pleasureful lifestyle. How a vampire could last as long as her had made him quite curious and deeply enthusiastic to see how it would turn out.
"What options Sevanni? And who would ever look up to me? I've never done anything. I can't even-" Did he not know that there were others out there that admired him? Thought of him as someone who could take the reigns and take life and its problems by the horns and toss them out into the gutter.
"Maybe you don't see it now Shaden, but I can assure you that you will one day....." He turned to face him, letting eyes look over him and quickly glancing at sea glass orbs before looking away. "But to each his own." He half smiled with raised brows. "I do not rule over you, nor do I wish to cause harm or trouble. Since you have seen how she reacted, I'm sure that she sticks to her convictions....and will continue to do so." He smirked.
She would stay that way because it was her rule, her way of life. Purity in hopes that God would relieve her soul and pass her on into Heaven. That was utter bullshit. Vampires were made from Evil, evil spreading into various forms of specie. Branching off to those who would do good, bad, neutral because they were unsure of where they stood.
"Alas, the night is still young, and there is much to be had of it." He wasn't sure if Shaden would take that as a leave or a pass, but if he wanted to stick around, then he was more than obliged. After all, he did want him to attend so he could know if he would take the task at hand.
Bring the bitch back and take her head for him while in Sevanni's sights. Annabella Remini had to die. Plain and simple. It was imperrative.
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Post by Shaden Grace on Aug 5, 2009 0:40:12 GMT -5
Ah, there was the iteration Shaden was so familiar with. And why was Sevanni suddenly showing this clear emotion? Because Shaden didn't know how to keep his mouth shut. It was a miracle that Shaden was even alive right now. Well, alive as any dead thing can be. But there was something else about this.
Shaden had only mentioned her name, and now he was the one iterated. For what? They split up. Had a fight or whatever. Big fucking deal. Like Shaden and Aubrey hadn't fought or been pissed off at the other. Sevanni was, it seemed, having a hard time letting go. He wouldn't apologize for saying her name. There was nothing to apologize for. They had both loved her, it wasn't Shaden's fault Sevanni couldn't forget and move on.
Maybe thats why he'd said people looked up to Shaden; because he could move on. He could live life and accepted the consequence of his actions no matter what that might be. Shaden had never really thought of it that way before. It was odd to think someone looked up to him, admired him. And still very unbelievable. It was laughable really, the idea of anyone looking up to a stubborn, rebel who couldn't learn when enough was enough. Who always wanted more pain. Craved it because thats the world he'd been born into as a vampire. Either Sevanni had lost his mind or the rest of the world had.
"Maybe you don't see it now Shaden, but I can assure you that you will one day....." A single brow was raised. It sounded like Sevanni was talking to a freaking kid. Yes, Sevanni was older then Shaden but damn. He was a kid. That whole, "you'll understand one day," kind of thing doesn't play out too well with him. He caught Sevanni glance, and held it until he looked away again. "But to each his own." Shaden didn't add a comment. He knew who things really were. "I do not rule over you, nor do I wish to cause harm or trouble. Since you have seen how she reacted, I'm sure that she sticks to her convictions....and will continue to do so." Shaden bit down on his tongue. If he were to say some of the things flying around in his head Sevanni would really have a reason to be irritated. He couldn't stop the slight upturn of his lips. Yes, maybe she would, but that wasn't going to stop Shaden from finding out.
"I understand why she does it. She wants to go to Heaven." His fingers drummed on the chair, his gaze sweeping across the room, "Its not such a bad dream. For a women." Another smile, a flash or teeth, "But given the choice between Heaven or Hell. I'd gladly pick Hell." His eyes took on that almost distant look whenever he was thinking about something truly horrible, and yet to him to appealing. Like death and pain. There weren't many that loved or craved pain as much as Shaden.
"Alas, the night is still young, and there is much to be had of it." Shaden sat there for a few seconds, and then stood. "The night may be young but it holds nothing for me at the moment except maybe a good meal, but I'd much rather stay in your company." He smiled. "We still have a lot to discus." Meaning, of course, the task that Sevanni had so kindly given him. It would be fun. |
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Aug 7, 2009 2:44:54 GMT -5
"I understand why she does it. She wants to go to Heaven." A sad bit of treachery. Vampires didn't belong in heaven. They didn't belong in hell, there was a special rift between those worlds that they were meant to be held captive in, and as plain as the look on his face, he had seen it and been there. A little smirk rose over lips as he listened to that little ditty. Then again, didn't all virgins want to go to heaven? Wasn't that their way? Stay pure until their mortal marriage and then let them give in to the sins of man with the tempting desire. It was all a stupid paradox.
"Its not such a bad dream. For a women." For a woman. Of course for a woman had to be added into that statement. Women were a bit of trouble, he knew that much, but they helped make the world what it was to date. Trouble, and heartache mixed with a side of regret, with some aggravation on the side. The sex was great, it always was, but there had to be more to life than blood, sex and death.
"But given the choice between Heaven or Hell. I'd gladly pick Hell." Such words that delighted Sevanni. Maybe Sevanni would go to hell rather than the rift of his own distinct hell.
Let's state a few facts for a moment shall we? Sevanni had disliked the mention of her name not because of what had been claimed to happen, but of the loss. The Tri-pod had taken her away from him and laid thoughts unto the world that something far more sinister had happened. His reputation had been tarnished, but he was used to it. All the women he had in his past life before his exile had done something fucked up at one point to lose his interest and trust. Maybe if he hadn't been called away to await his fate, things could have been different.
Sevanni looked at Shaden, his eyes distant as he wondered what was running through that head of his.
"The night may be young but it holds nothing for me at the moment except maybe a good meal, but I'd much rather stay in your company." Yes, but how much of his company did Shaden wish to possess? That was the curious thing to be thought of. He planted a smile over sweet lips and Sevanni had looked at him with a quandering look. "We still have a lot to discus." Yes, yes, the girl. The girl, sweet Annabella.
Business was business and he had yet to define such a match for his fellow vampire. Annabella was all wrong for him before the turn from mortal to mutt. Helena was a sacred virgin who aspired to wait until she found the right man to spend all of eternity with. Being a vampire, that would be the hard part. Both living forever until slain. If Shaden broke her heart, she would be devastated and be burned inside for her God. If she had left Shaden, Sevanni would have to watch yet another one of his kind go broken under the radar. Even if he could handle it, the loss, it was still a burden to bear.
This was when he would go into great detail and exploit the bitch and her wherabouts. She was staying low key in the woods somewhere in England but he wasn't sure where exactly. There was a hotel room where she slept, not really something of choice, but where could one mutt on the run go? Europe was larger than the states, she had loads of places to go, but for some reason, she stated on the border of England and France. His only thought was that perhaps his arch nemesis was in olde Paris. In which case, he could always appoint the vampire with another task and reward him well.
Sevanni rested back casually against the old hi fi system. It's wood grained with perfected cherry wood, not a scratch but left in perfect antique condition. "Come to me." He spoke out as if it chimed both seduction and darkness combined. Hands resting against the top of the wooden board cover, looking at the vampire with a slight hint of a grin.
Sevanni. Shaden. Sevanni wanted to keep Shaden for himself in ways that no one would have dreamed of. Not as a slave or pet or lover, but to keep him because he desired so many things. Greed pouring into him, infusing his urges as a sacred sinner.
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Eyes watching as he made his way toward Sevanni, wondering how close he would actually get to him. Stand closer than any male vampire should.
In the ways of vampire folklore, male and female vampires shared in both sexes because it was their appetites that claimed their soul. Tasting Shaden was something that he had wanted. Like the cherry on top of a sundae that you wanted to pop into your mouth before even touching the ice cream. All he needed was some whipped cream.
When Shaden came close Sevanni reached out, hands taking his and drawing him in close so that he could move between relaxed legs and hope that Sevanni would do something fresh. Something that Shaden had secretly wanted and desired for so long yet had never confessed to Sevanni. No, he had to hear it from others mouths, which made him curious as to how far Shaden would let him go.
"I know what your desires are Shaden." Speaking his name with a hiss of his tonge to the last drawn out letters of his name. The deep tone caressing him and hoping to see something glimmer in his eye.
Sevanni didn't like his face to be touched but he wanted to reach out and let his hand embrace the side of Shaden's face, let his thumb slip under his chin and pull him close for lips to touch his so that he could kiss him and let it linger. And he did. He did just that because he could. He was Sevanni Black.
Sevanni wasn't gay, he wasn't classified as anything but man and vampire and recently labeled as a beast and a monster. The Darkness. Rediculous names that he had never permitted in his presence.
Lips drew back from his as lips tainted his lower lip, a pull back but still their bodies had been touching. Sevanni's face so incredibly close to Shaden's that he was certain Shaden could feel the hot breath and smell of blood and sin. "Leave her and you can have more." Did he mean it? Sure. But Shaden deserved rewards too. Sevanni was a sucker for the hope of love and if Helena had thought to lower her standards and then change her mind before doing so, it showed that she liked him very much. It would be painful sure, at first, but he would get over it and reap the reward.
What Sevanni wanted.....well, what does Sevanni always want? More trophies, more beings under his belt, and if Shaden was smart he would make the choice to stand up to Sevanni, demand he not meddle with Helena and his affairs, and tell him that he wanted him as well.
Who would have thought Sevanni would make such a move? But he was a business man after all. It was a specialty.
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Post by Shaden Grace on Aug 9, 2009 1:59:57 GMT -5
Looking at Sevanni now. Alone with him. Made Shaden wonder just how long he'd been addicted to him. How long he'd hungered for more then casual words, and smiles. It was like wanting, craving something he knew he could never have. Which only made Sevanni more addictable. There was never any option of telling Sevanni these feelings and thoughts. What would have happened had it done it? As far as Shaden knew, he was a very straight man, and even by chance, had Sevanni not been perfectly straight, he could get someone much better then Shaden. Maybe someone who wasn't always so damn stubborn.
Shaden was very good with keeping secrets. Very good at hiding his feeling when he so desired to. When he needed to. Rarely telling anyone anything about himself, his past or his feelings. They were old habits, unlikely to ever be changed.
"Come to me." So simple, those words, and yet how they changed everything. The tone combined with seduction, and something like darkness that only Sevanni could pull off. Shaden thought he'd never hear those words or tone pointed towards him from Sevanni. There was no possible chance of disobeying. The outcome of those words were all but predictable.
His eyes watched Sevanni as he made his way toward him, wondering how close he would actually get to him. How close he'd be allowed to stand by him.
He wanted Sevanni for so many reasons. One of the many being because Sevanni and he were so much alike and yet different. Where Sevanni made his own path through this world, always trying to rise to something higher, and Shaden merely went where like took him, going with the flow rather then try and fight against it. There was a short time in his life when he'd fought for something better, to be more then what he was, but like most things in his life, it to was taken away.
Shaden thought it odd when Sevanni reached out for his hands, but the feeling got worse that something was off or different when he was suddenly, gloriously, standing between his legs. It was certainly closer then he'd ever been to Sevanni. And his eyes were filled with a thousand different questions. One that stood out the most in his mind was: Did Sevanni know his long kept secret desire? And how could he know? However, the questions quickly drifted away in nothingness. There was no room for them in his head with the desire and need flowing through him.
"I know what your desires are Shaden." Of course he did. But now that he knew for sure Shaden didn't have to hide it anymore. The corner of his mouth raised into a crooked little grin, and his eyes traveled down Sevanni, at their closeness, it was a pure heated gaze, his eyes burning with hungry desires as they rested once more on his face. There was almost a challenge in his grin. Like saying, 'Yeah, you know about my desires, but what are you going to do about them?'
Sea glass orbs followed the movement of his hand, his breath held until the moment of contact and then releasing a soft sigh. This was the second time Sevanni had ever touched his face, last time, they'd still been enemy's, and so the desire that had rushed trough him then was only too easy to hide. This time was not so easily done, and he didn't want to hide it. Sevanni's thumb slipped under his chin, and he was pulled closer. As lips touched his, it was like his mind went wild at perfection of this one lingers kiss. His body and mind cried out for more. One kiss just wasn't going to be enough. Would it ever be enough? Would the desire he'd felt for so long finally calm and die? The tremble that shot down his body said no, it would never end.
The absence of lips could have made him cry and beg for another if he hadn't been so busy looking into Sevanni's eyes. Those sea glass orbs dilated nearly to the point where all color but black was absent. His face still so close to Sevanni's, his hot breath in Shaden's face, mixed with blood, and the sin that was Sevanni Black. That was Sevanni; pure, glorious, and tempting sin. Shaden couldn't help but want him.
"Leave her and you can have more." Shaden smiled, did Sevanni think it could truly be so easy? To get Shaden to turn away from her. Still, Shaden was more then willing to play along. "Oh, and just how much more can I have?" Before Sevanni could answer or even think about an answer, he leaned in that close space between them and kissed him. It was a desire that wouldn't be denied or thwarted. Shaden's hands on his chest, wanting more flesh on flesh contact. It was slow, but with the burning sensation of desperation, and it went on until he thought he might explode. He pulled back even more slowly, a small little triumphant grin on his lips. He'd kissed him. Shaden had kissed Sevanni and had loved every second of it. To hell with what other people might think of this. At this moment, he was happy again. Finally he'd gotten something he wanted.
Of course there was Sevanni's little offer to think about. Why was he so determined to keep him away from Helena. If he really wanted Shaden to leave her alone he'd have to try a lot harder. "Sevanni," His tone was all seduction, "I've wanted you for longer then even I dare to admit, but," He purposely paused, waiting for a short second before continuing on, "I don't see why I can't have both of you." There was a small sigh that escaped his lips. "Please Sevanni. You have no idea just how badly I want you." Shaden had never begged for anything in his life. However, he gladly did it now. "I can be pretty greedy too." There would be no escaping this, if Sevanni refused, denied him, he would lose it. His carefully controlled desire would shatter. "Sevanni...." Still pleading, he realized now just how much he liked saying his name. It seemed almost imposable that he'd ever called him by anything but his name.
This was Shaden Grace, a vampire broken and beaten so many times in his life it was hard to believe he was still around. He had risen to life's challenges so many times before this. He could live with the consequences of this night too, not matter what they may be. He was a survivor. A man with a secret burning desire more powerful then anything. A secret that had nothing to do with lust or love or sex. He was strong even when others thought him weak. And he was more then willing to give his life to this man if he so wished it.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Aug 11, 2009 22:08:30 GMT -5
"Oh, and just how much more can I have?" It was a loaded question from such a pretty and quizzical mouth. Expressedly so, there was no satisfaction gained in confessing to Shaden without words. Okay, so it was part of the reason he held such disregard for him. He had her first. He was younger, more handsome, and to prove he could, he did. He fucking kissed him because he could, and he knew that Shaden would appreciate such lips pressed against his.
There was a response Sevanni was about to shed. Indulge him with a response best fit for him. Sevanni never lied, he never broke his word, and he wasn't about to start now. Before words could lift from lips Shaden had pressed forward and placed his lips over Sevanni's once again.
Hands moved over Sevani's chest and suddenly he was just slightly confused. Shaden had taken Sevanni's game into his own hands, letting the matter be shifted from one to another but Sevanni gave in to his needs and desires.
The fluttering through Shaden he could feel. The heated desire was almost passing onto him and all he could think about was what a good kisser he had been, why hadn't he done this before, and what the fuck just happened? Suddenly the control had not been his and the want to push away was beyond gone. It was tossed out of the window all together.
When Shaden pulled away Sevanni had been left standing in confusion. Could he now be classified as experimental? Would he desire a male once in a while? Was that why he had wanted Darien and craved him to be near almost all the time? Why he wanted him back? And now, want Shaden to be apart of the line up of trophies by his side.
Emiste, Nixie, Ixi, Trixie, Andrea, hopefull soon his Darien, and then of course there was the delivery of Psi. The fragile faced boy who Sevanni had desired to get his hands on ever since he and Emi had once been playful. Now Shaden? Could Shaden ever be had by Sevanni? Would he allow it? How brazen and proud the man had been, could he submit to Mr. Black?
"Sevanni," His tone was all seduction, "I've wanted you for longer then even I dare to admit, but," There was always a but. Like in the old movies when Hepburn would look to the man and realize that there was a sad notion to be mentioned, as bad as she wanted to submit, there was always a but, and now Shaden was doing his part un upholding the tradition.
"I don't see why I can't have both of you." A slump in his mind. Disappointment flooding. Shaden had really wanted them both? Was he serious? Then again, he could have had her taken away from him. Send her away so he could wrap Shaden in the right frame of mind. No. There was to be peace among him and the people of New York. Not because he was weak or sought to trick the world, it was because he had a point to prove to not only the Tri-pod, but himself as well.
"Please Sevanni. You have no idea just how badly I want you. I can be pretty greedy too." Okay, so everyone knew Sevanni was greedy and that sins held him down much like the other sinners had their sins controlling portions of their day to day life. Or night to night, depending on the specie that held such things. What was he supposed to do? Back down and give in? Continue to test him or not?
Sevanni assumed it was the paining thoughts within Shaden about Sevanni that made him speak like this. Before Sevanni had told Shaden it was best to sumbit his confession and take with him a hearty farewell before he decided to take his head. Shaden had been on Sevanni's list ever since a couple of weeks before he came bursting in on their meeting. To this day there are some who remain on the list, but Shaden, Shaden had been taken down since seeing him in England.
Another rush of his name and Sevanni had looked over sea glass orbs, taking in the sincerity of it all. Those words, how his body felt so close to his own, the uncontrollable way he spoke his words and how he sounded with a hint of a plea.
A single digit, the index finger of his right hand moved to be gently pressed against those lips of his, shushing him to not continue. He didn't need to. That finger was removed only to let his hand embrace the side of his neck, thumb rolling a couple of strokes over the back of his jawline, feeling the small hairs against two fingers on the back of his neck where the hairline ended. So young. Younger than he, beautiful in immortality. Why couldn't Sevanni raise such vampires?
For centuries upon decades Sevanni had refused to turn anyone. Before Aubrey it had been his son. The last victim before the take. Damion was a horrible wretch after he was turned. Muchlike his father, more like his mother, and possibly a spawn of Satan himself.
There were tricks when it came to having vampire babies. Sevanni had finally landed the how to's in the roaring twenties, Sindel had never wanted anything more than to have a child in her likeness, born of their blood. Evil.
Sevanni had given her just that, worked hard to see nothing was left out of the equaition. But to have someone like Shaden, that was a new ballpark. After changing Nixie, he would work on that. "You want me?" Sevanni growled out in a low hum of a tone, pushing his weight up off of the hi fi, shifting their weight so Shaden would back away a few paces by being guided, presing him against the wall to let hands fall away from his form, move over to the wall on each of his side while standing so incredibly close to him.
"What will you give me?" Sevanni asked him low to a near whisper, letting his head remain close to his so lips could form over the soft tenderness of the skin of his neck. Brushing lips over soft pale flesh while taking in the scent of his blood. Letting whisps of air sweep across to indulge Shaden in a slight shiver within himself.
He knew Shaden would wonder inside his head what he could possibly give Sevanni,but Sevanni already knew what it was he wanted, and would only accept. "I'll let you keep Helena....." As if he could stop Shaden. Shaden did what he wanted, when he wanted and dared not answer to anyone. That was all well and good everywhere else, but not in New York. Not when the darkness held it's covenant over the state. It was his territory, his zone. Everyone else of power had theirs.
Giselle he knew held Paris and Aubrey her fair England. There were powerful vampires in Egypt, which was why he didn't enter there on another ones territory, but sent Hyde instead. "And your happiness......." Finally he let his lips trail just under Shaden's ear lobe, that soft dip feeling a cool kiss over it as he breathed through his nose to tickle the senses around his ear. "If you devote yourself to me."
Sevanni let his lips trail to his ear love, trapping it softly between lips and nipping at the skin with the soft keel of his teeth. He wouldn't taste him. Not yet anyway.
He didn't mean devote as in slave or some sort of form of being owned, it was more along the lines of, your just like one of my girls, give and recieve, be loved and cherished as one of the family and enter into the sanctuary that was their life. The more the better, and then he could talk him into being drained. Drain him of his blood and become one like the rest. Apart of him. Changed. Reborn. Again.
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Post by Shaden Grace on Aug 13, 2009 0:43:48 GMT -5
All these feelings made him suddenly wonder how he'd ever stopped himself around Sevanni. How he'd never confessed his longing for him. It seemed very much like an impossibility that Shaden had ever hidden this from Sevanni for so long. Though now there was a question of if he'd ever be able to hold himself back again. That was most certainly something to wonder about.
In the past, he'd never had to hide this kind of burning desire. There had never once been any question of someone denying him of what he wanted. He took what he wanted and when he wanted it.
Shaden had been with plenty of other guys in the past, both vampire and human, but being here right now with Sevanni made him feel as if this was his first time with a guy. Such a strange feeling that perhaps it wasn't even his, but a distant understanding that this could be Sevanni's first time with another guy. Inwardly he smiled. That simple fact made Shaden want him more then ever.
Lips opened again, about to make another plea, but Sevanni's finger was gently pressed to his lips before the words could come out. How tempting that single finger was, and how easy it would be to take it into his mouth a gently bite it, drawing even the smallest amount of blood. Luckily for Sevanni he moved his hand to embrace the side of his neck, thumb moving over his jawline, fingers on the back of his neck. Pure torture. However, this was a torture he could happily live with.
He licked his lips, the passion and need growing every second Sevanni touched him. Growing to insane heights. It felt like time had slowed or stopped altogether. Which was fine with him. There was no rush. Part of him didn't seem to agree to well with this thought.
"You want me?" The words given out in a low growled hum made Shaden's partially closed lids reopen. Sevanni's weight being pushed off of the hi fi, shifting their weight and forcing Shaden to back away a few steps, being guided to the wall were he was pressed against. His hands dropping from Sevanni's chest for the moment. This was better then standing between legs.
"What will you give me?" His words damn near a whisper, though they didn't come to a surprise to him. Sevanni always wanting something. It was who he was, and part of why he so desired and respected him. His head was so close to his, while his lips formed and breathed on the skin of his neck. Letting a shiver run through him and leaving his mind to wander in delight.
What did he want? There was very little Shaden could offer Sevanni for something like this, and most of anything he dared offer, he most likely already had anyway. "I'll let you keep Helena....." Shaden smirked and scoffed inside his head. As if he could stop him from seeing her, though that was probably his thinking as well. Better to give Shaden permission then try and stop him. It made things interesting when people knew at least a little bit about him. Shaden didn't care about territory or zones. He did what he wanted and dared not ask for anyones permission first. This was something unlikely to change.
"And your happiness......." Now he was starting to wonder where he was going with this. Clearly this was headed somewhere. Although Shaden was having a hard time figuring out where. Sevanni let his lips trail just under his ear lobe, an overpowering, delicious feeling as his tickled the senses around his ear. His head leaned back against the wall, and he bit down on his tongue. "If you devote yourself to me." They lingered, those words, and Shaden's mind went blank. Never before had he been able to submit himself to anyone. Though many had tried to make him. The rebel within him protested, screamed its rage.
How could he ever submit himself to Sevanni Black? What did that even mean to Sevanni? Everyone was different, and what devotion meant to him was sure to be different then what others had wanted. Maybe it wouldn't be so terrible. He'd finally belong somewhere again. Was this one night of pleasure really worth it though? It felt like if he said yes he was selling himself. Like he was destroying his own nature, turning his back on everything that he was.
Sevanni's lips moved, going to his ear lobe and trapping it with his teeth, but not drawing blood. He sighed, the breath sounded a little shaky even to him. There was like a wall built with pleasure, desire, and longing in his head. His reasoning skills pounded against it. He couldn't submit. He wouldn't. Dammit it went against everything he was! Of all the things Sevanni had to ask for, he picked the very one Shaden would have the most trouble accepting. He wanted to cry out at the injustice of it all. He wanted Sevanni, but in order to gave him he'd have to give in. Submit himself to him. Something he'd long ago promised himself would never happen.
Finally his decision was made, there could have been no other choice besides this. "Sevanni," His voice was slightly back to normal, however, it took a great deal of control. He was shaking with the effort of his control, not just for his voice, but the rest of him as well. The desire had been replaced with a set determination, though the desire hadn't gone too far. "I will devote myself to you." He hoped to see a little bit of surprise on his face. Shaden had been surprised when he'd realized there had never been any other answer he'd give.
His hands reached out, grabbing Sevanni by his pants, fingers barely slipping under them as he pulled him close so their bodies were once more touching. Needing him close. "I will devote myself to you because of the respect and desire I have for you, because I'm strong enough to survive the consequences, whatever they may be, of these words." His hands left his pants and were placed on his waist. Keeping him close so not even a hand could be slipped between them. He leaned his head forward to Sevanni's ear, "When I want something this badly. I have no limits." Now it was his turn to make his lips kiss and play with Sevanni's neck, his blood calling him, teasing him just below the surface of his soft skin. Now the question was, could Sevanni handle him?
The rebel in him had subsided after those words, moving to the back of his mind. This what Shaden wanted, and now that he'd made his choice, no one would ever be able to talk him out of it. He was interested, more then interested in what would happen now. What Sevanni had planned for him now that he would basically own him. He liked being around Sevanni, not just because he desired him, but because he'd never known anyone like him.
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Aug 13, 2009 1:42:37 GMT -5
"Sevanni," Shaden spoke his name again, letting him know he appreciated his tone Sevanni hummed in his throat against Shaden's skin. The slight tremble, the hint of nervousness no matter how low in his levels they had been, he could feel all of that. How odd the night had gone. From a simple meeting, to a feeding, and now this? If Shaden had given in it would have meant a whole new world for Sevanni. The girls would have to deal with him and his primal need for lust.
Love was just not in his sanction at the moment. Perhaps there would be a time where he and Emiste could feel the same passion for each other that evolved into love, but it wasn't any time soon. A war wouldn't happen any time soon, and he most certainly wouldn't condescend to the attributes of their misbehaving actions due to his news.
Sevanni knew that if Shaden had said yes that he would continue on his route to continue being the man Shaden was today. He would probably never change, but there was hope for him. Sevanni didn't want Shaden to change, just grow better because there was always a bigger picture when it came to Sevanni.
"Shaden." Whispered out with cool dead breath against the skin under his lobe, waiting for it like an anxious child who wanted that damn lolipop. His demeanor still remaining calm and poise, pressed a tad closer to him. He could have done things as such to make his mind flutter in the direction of yes I give in, and other words that were meaningful while still sounding sensual.
"I will devote myself to you." Devious eyes opened partially to those words, lifting from viewing his skin ever so close before he let his cheek brush along side his, moving out so he could face him but never letting close foreheads touch.
Now that Shaden had succumb to the easily drawn efforts of Sevanni's want, he could have done anything within reason to the vampire who's pants he so easily grasped. Letting hands pull him closer than close should have been, feeling Shaden slightly below but never paining to make him grow underneath fabric.
"Why." The question was pushed out in a non-quizzical form. He wanted to know why he had come to the conclusion. Knowing full well it hadn't been because of the sexual tension and acts of enticing movements between them. "I will devote myself to you because of the respect and desire I have for you, because I'm strong enough to survive the consequences, whatever they may be, of these words."
That much he knew. Shaden was strong, his mind was strong. He had been a witness to that before. His body was by far well maintained to accept that in his good graces, and dear Shaden, oh Shaden Grace would surely come to find out what it truly meant to devote himself to Sevanni.
Hands were then shifted onto his waist, not letting the space between them even be considered a space. A softness about him was evident and drawn out for display. How his lips were formed and settled down. How his eyes were so light and low as they lingered over portions of his face.
Shaden leaned in so he was near his ear, words emanating from lips to further the hints of affections he wished to display at a much more personal notion. "When I want something this badly. I have no limits." Surprisingly Shaden had adapted to the concept of Sevanni's giving nature. He could feel the urge inside of him want to nip at flesh and taste the sin that lifted from his blood.
Then it was done. His choice had been made that night after seeing him in england. Sevanni wanted Shaden, wanted to know where he was, what he was doing, who he was with. Not because he was a stalker but because he was a prize that Sevanni wanted to claim and mount among the others.
He had never done it with Aubrey, he had never thought about it with Emiste. Ixandra would be his second after Shaden and once Nixie was taken care of with that muttblood flowing through her, she would be the third. The others would follow in succession, but Shaden, oh how lovely it was going to be to have such an overwhelming fulfillment of his entire being.
Before there was the slightest urge in Shaden Sevanni had had done it all in quick vampire motions. Speed was everything when it came to using it at the right moments. Occasionally he had done it to Ixi and she had managed to be fooled each time to think it hadn't actually happened. Eventually he would have to confess to it so her mind wouldn't fall too out of whack and think she was crazy, that it had never been done.
Sevanni's hands folded around the back's of Shaden's wrists, pressing him face forward to the wall with his head turned to the side as he pressed his body fully against his. Arms raised as he held him there, his right sliding down Shaden's arm so that he could meet his side and wrap it around his waist.
The left drew the other so he could let those pretty little fingers nestle in the depths of his hair behind his head. Sevanni let his head snuggle in the curve of his neck, taking in his scent once more, letting it be known he had done so. Fingers held to the front, grasping the fabric of his shirt as fingertips brushed heavily against flesh through the fabric.
"You are mine now." Whispered huskily over skin and up toward his neck while brushing his nose against him to follow the sweet aroma at the finest point of his body. A single hand slid through pants after releasing the confinements that man made to hold fabric closed. Letting that hand push down and take Shaden's manhood in his hand and letting the image flash in his mind of how much Shaden could tremble at the wake of that single touch.
Stroking him slow and long so he could bring him up to par, a little stronger as his lips moved over near his jugular, lips pressed against cool skin to feel the painful crack of his gums widen to let his k9's elongate. It hurt like a bastard, which was why he was always thankful to feed when he did. Not having them out as often as the newlings had made it harder to unleash them. Especially when you were nearly as old as dust.
His other hand was already pressed just below his chest, hugging him close just before he drew heavy thick fangs and after letting his tongue press and slide across the length of his neck, he let those fangs pierce skin with a forceful ease to break skin and let the pressure of bloodflow fall into his mouth. Crashing over his tongue and flowing thinly down his throat, coating it with the lovely crimson red that had sent his senses a muck.
A slightly heavy hum was pushed against Shaden's skin, a bit harsher went his hand, holding his masculinity in his hand as the sking of the fangs began, moving pace with him once he felt the blood pool into his mouth. The idea of it was to get a glimpse into the cell bindings of Shaden. Gather the knowledge base to see what it was he could learn about him. Some doors remained open, others had closed like a slam in the face. As if he were traveling down a hall and upon reaching the end he had retracted and pulled back with an overwhelming flood of an exhale.
Sevanni hadn't breathed because there had been no reason to breath. No effort made unless it had been like this. That moment had caused him to exhale at the wonderment of him. If Shaden had gone somewhere and needed Sevanni, he would be able to be found within a moments notice. If he so much as had a thought, Sevanni would feel it and know. Shaden was marked, and there was no going back from that. Not that he knew anyway.
Upon release he had kept hold of Shaden, letting him still remained pressed to the wall as much as he could while resting his head against the back of Shaden's. Turning him while still in his hold so the back of his head would meet the wall with the softest of ease.
He kept a steady pace. Maintaining the firmness, keeping the longevity of it the only way he knew how. Not that Sevanni had to masturbate often, he had women would could satisfy his urges, but from his own perspective, it had been how he liked it.
He was always so neat and clean. When he fed he was neat and clean. After tasting Shaden he had still managed to keep that cleanliness, however there had been a smidgen of blood slithering down the right corner of his mouth. "You want a turn don't you?" He teased out in a slight accent that he hadn't found himself using in quite some time. It wasn't Italian so much as old world. Like when his younger brother had spoken to him when asked about his bread at dinner time.
He stroked him harder to the next question before letting the grip release with some pressure. "Tell me." Famous words from that mouth. Tell me. He always wanted to hear what people thought and desired. Of course Shaden would want a taste. He just liked to tease. Make them say it because it turned him on. Like hearing a victim scream during torture, or how it felt to indulge in mortal blood while being inside of them.
His lips were yet again close to his, a small lingering kiss wouldn't hurt, only entice and make him beg for it. He'd be obliged. Letting himself open for Shaden to taste him and get a sense of dark flashes and brief images of horrid screams and intense bloodshed. That was the stuff that made the movies.
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Post by Shaden Grace on Aug 20, 2009 1:04:04 GMT -5
There was conflict going on inside him. It was understandable. After all he'd basically just handed over his freedom. At least it was to Sevanni and not one of the others who had tried to make their own claim on him. This didn't have to be a bad thing. Shaden knew it would be best if he were to take this as an opportunity. Those as of this very moment, those opportunities were well hidden and he couldn't see anything before him expect a life so very different then the one he'd always lived.
Then again, maybe that wasn't such a bad thing either. The world was vastly different then it use to be, almost every where he went there was some other powerful vampire that had taken its claim on that territory. And the more trouble he got into, the closer he came to death. Not that he was at all scared of death. But he, of course, rather enjoyed being alive so he may kill and inflict his cruel ways on the human and werewolf population.
Oddly enough, Sevanni's touch seemed colder then usual, most likely because he knew what was going to happen now. He could have ran. Could have ran and been halfway out of New York by now. Each second he got closer and closer to losing the life he knew. But Shaden was not a coward, and he didn't run away. He was turned, so now he stood facing the wall, his head turned to the side and Sevanni's body teasingly pressed against him. His eyes closed as that hand was slid down his arm and then wrapped around his waist. The seconds ticked by in a mocking manner. Drawing out time as if to torture him.
The other hand was placed on the back of his head, fingers entwined in his hair. Sevanni's head was now in the curve of his neck, making it painfully clear he was taking in Shaden's scent. Shaden's mouth parted just slightly as he took deep, even breaths. Keeping himself calm. Those fingers, brushing heavily against his skin through the fabric of his shirt. He wanted to beg Sevanni to get on with it. To hurry up and bite him so he wouldn't have to stand here counting each second that passed by.
"You are mine now." He didn't like those words. Not at all. However, it didn't matter if he liked them or not. They were true. And there was no going back from this. Both Shaden and Sevanni knew that. And it would change things, maybe only slightly for Sevanni, but still, there would be change. It was that one hand; that single devious hand that slid through his pants, that was brave enough to push down on his pants and take his manhood into his hand, that made Shaden's eyes snap open and widen. A breath was sucked in so fast it sounded like a hiss. And oh how his body trembled; betraying him and reveling just how much he loved that so very intimate of contacts.
Sevanni's head was still at his neck, so it was an easy thing to reach back and run his fingers through his hair, grabbing it when the stroking got stronger. His body spasmed with erotic sensations that shot straight to his groin and set him on fire. It was enough to distract him from Sevanni's tongue sliding along his neck, however, the pleasure wasn't enough to hide the feel of his fangs finally sinking into his skin. He felt the flow of blood start to leave him, and he pictured it sliding down his throat. That hand became more harsh, nearly the same time the sting of his fangs started, pushing him over the edge, and the soft groan that was torn past his lips could not be placed with either pleasure or pain or just a mixture of the two.
Shaden knew what this was about, not only was he marking him but he was also taking information from him. About him. His past memories. He just didn't have the control to close each memory off from him. It wasn't possible. Shaden's hand that still remained in Sevanni's hair tightened its hold, not trying to pull him away, just needing something to hold onto as the memories played out in his mind like a movie he was being forced to watch.
It was cold. So cold outside where he stood. Shaden Grace, with longer hair and eyes nearly as cold as the night around him, leaned against a tree. What type of tree he really couldn't care. There was no room for such useless information in his head when the people around him refused to treat him with even a hint of respect. He hated being the second youngest. Older only then his 6 years old sister. There was a rare flash of a smile on his lips. Marie. That was his sisters name, but he called her Angel. They were the only two in the family to have blond hair and blue eyes. Though where his eyes held only a deep bitter hatred, hers held kindness, and love. He cared for her sister more then anyone else. Well except for his mother. His father could go to hell for all he cared. Along with his older brother and sister.
He looked back at the little house that held his sleeping family. His father had thrown him out just hours ago, telling him not to come back home until morning. Shaden rolled his eyes. Home. He had no home. That place was hell, and he had to bruises to prove it. One hit for each time he talked back. And that was a lot. Shaden crossed his arms and walked farther into the trees, hoping to gain some sort of protection from the wind. He would have gone into town, but he wasn't welcome there after what he had done. A sigh was passed through his lips as he heard his mother calling his name. She was the last person he wanted to see right now. But still he stopped and waited for her to catch him.
She walked toward him with cation, always looking over her shoulder as if expecting someone to come running out of the shadows at her. "Your father is asleep now, Shaden. You could.... come inside and rest." It was a rough accent, from another world. Shaden shook his head. "You will pay for this visit if he wakes and finds you gone from the house. I will not risk your life so that I may be warm for the night." His voice was warm, soft and tender, but also tired. He half turned to look at her. Black hair that went past her shoulders, and soft gray eyes. Average looking. But to him, beautiful. "Do not worry." Icy eyes shifted toward the house, "Now please, before he finds you missing. Go back to the warmth." And before she could argue with him, he fled into the trees, disappearing in the night. Its darkness cloaking him as he walked.
After some time he heard a voice, and then that single voice turned into two. A man and a women. He froze, wondering what type of people would be out here in the middle of the night of there own free will. There was laughing from the female. A sound that made him want to run back to his mother. Just the sound of her voice sent chills that had nothing to do with the cold up and down his spine. And they spoke with an accent he'd never heard. They clearly weren't from around there. A loud warning went off in his head as he took several steps forward, moving ever closer to the strange voices. He got close enough to fully hear everything they were saying; hiding behind a tree so he wouldn't be seen. There was a long pause between the two people. Until the women broke it, "We don't have time to play. So make it quick." Shaden thought those words were a little to strange for him, and decided it was better if he walked away now, when suddenly there was a rush of air, and a man was standing in front of him. His eyes burned with something Shaden couldn't name, but oddly he felt as though he'd just become prey.
Shaden tried took a step back, but that's as far as he got. The man, who had blond hair that seemed closer to white, smiled at him and then his hand reached out so fast the very movement was lost to his much slower eyes and that hand went to his throat, pushing his back against the tree. "Normally, I would take time to play with my food, but orders are orders." Another smile reveled long, sharp teeth that made the blood drain from Shaden's face. There was no fighting the hand on his throat but he still tried anyway. A dark defiant look in his eyes. The man laughed, "What a pity. I would have had a great deal of fun with you." He laughed, the sound so smooth it made him sick.
His head was tilted sideways, and he closed his eyes. The anger boiling within him but there was nothing he could do. Too weak. Too helpless. A sharp pain in his throat, and then the pain of his blood leaving his body against his will. He bit down on his tongue, refusing to give into the pain. Refusing to give this man that kind of power over him. It could have been a few minutes later or an hour, he wasn't sure, the hand left his throat, but he couldn't seem to hold himself up and he fell to the ground. Breaths coming in shallow little gasps. A permanent darkness threatening to overtake him.
"No.." The word was too soft to even be considered a whisper, but the women, who had appeared out of nowhere and was now leaning against the mans shoulder, smiled down at him as if she'd heard. They watched as he struggled to sit up, and then laughed as he tried to stand and fell back to the ground a couple of times. His head was empty expect for one single thought. He had to live. He had to live so he could take care of Marie. "I... wont die. Not here. Not.. now." Shaden tried, and failed to put volume to his words. He tried again to stand, and this time he did, holding onto the tree for support. The women, with her long brown hair and green eyes, stared at him. She was no longer smiling, and instead looked at him with interest. She stepped forward blocking his path back to the house. "Would you like to live forever?" Shaden gave no reply, it was getting darker, he could barely keep his eyes open. He could only nod once before he was lost to the blackness and lost his grip on the tree.
Shaden woke up in a place he neither knew nor had any knowledge of walking to. He struggled to remember what the hell happened last night. He remember the cold, seeing his mother, and... and.. voices. A man and a women. The whole night came crashing down on him, bushing the air from his lungs and he jumped up from the floor in which he'd been sitting. Had they put him there? Or had he moved there himself? What the hell was going on? He felt weird. Different. And.. hungry. No, that wasn't right. It was thirsty. He was thirsty. So incredibly thirsty. He licked his lips and moved toward the door, wary of what may behind it but needing to find something to drink. Something warm. Warm? How odd.
The more he thought of it, the more thirsty he became. The sun had set only a few minutes ago, but something in his head whispered that it was safe to go out. That it was dark enough here. Shaden didn't understand the thought, but shrugged it off and went outside. There was no one around. Not that odd women or that man. He was alone. Well that was just fine. He didn't need them. He didn't need anyone. Just that beautiful red liquid. "What the hell...?" He ran away from the house he didn't know, ran because he didn't want to see those two strange people again.
He wasn't far from home, obviously they'd been forced to find a place near by to put him. The house came into view, Marie was outside sitting on the ground, tears in her eyes. She didn't notice how he ran much faster then any human should have been able to. He knelled down in front of her, reached out with his left hand and pushed her hair back. "What it is?" He asked, worried. For the longest time she said nothing, and then unexpectedly she threw herself into his arms and cried harder. "Its mother." Was all she said. Just two small words. But he knew what was wrong. "Stay here, Angel. I'll be back out in a moment." He stood after she had left go of him, and walked toward the door, and even before he opened it he could smell the blood. Something stirred to life inside of him, a kind of animistic urge that would, that could not, be denied. He opened the door and walked in, and right there on the floor was his mother, with something that looked a lot like wood sticking out of her chest. His father, was standing beside her, looking down at her with a kind of pleased smile on his lips.
Shaden's head tilted to the side as he watched this man. This man who he had been forced to call his father but looked nothing like him, and had never treated like a son. This man... who deserved to die. His father looked up from the body on the floor, "Would you like to help me bury her, Shaden?" He asked. A smile, that was so different from all any other, spread over his lips, and his eyes pooled black. He shook his head. "Die" The voice wasn't his own, it couldn't when it held such perfection and deadlines with one word. And with a power far beyond containing he attacked him, bloodthirsty and angry, he ripped into his father throat, making a horrible mess. When the blood flow slowed, he raised his head. Blood dripped from his mouth and chin. "You were hardly worth the effort, old man." He laughed, and let the dead body of his father fall next to his mothers.
Shaden licked his lips, and wiped of his chin with his hand. The thirst was still there, just waiting for the next victim to be found. Quiet steps were taken as he left the house, as if afraid he might wake the dead somehow. Marie was right where he left her, she stared at the blood still visible on his face as he once more knelled down. He smiled, and those sharp fangs of his showed in the moonlight. She gasped, and put a hand to her mouth. "Shaden?" Her voice broke, and more tears came.
Shaden wanted to cry to, instead he pulled her close to him, holding her, trying to offer her some amount of comfort. "Do not cry over me, Angel. I hardly deserve your tears." And it was then, at that moment, that he took a deep breath and her scent hit him making his mouth water and his vampire side take control over the loving, brotherly side. He moved her hair, gently, sweetly. One hand remained on the back of her head, while the other was on her back. There was no hesitation as he bit down into her little throat. Her hands punched ineffectively against his back. Finally he lifted his head, a few drops of blood falling from his lips.
Shaden's body jerked at the memory, feeling the same emotions he felt back then, knowing how much he'd wanted to be punished for killing one of the few who had even loved him. He relive that nightmare daily, as he slept. He always dreamed of her. She had been the reason he'd fought so hard to live in the first place. And he'd killed her because he couldn't control himself.
She was still breathing, if only just barely, he held her in his arms. His mind not yet all the way clear. A minute or so later he closed his eyes, and when they opened they were an icy blue once more. These icy blue eyes widened, and his mouth gaped open in shock. "No... not Marie." His eyes watered, and his tears fell down his face and onto the near lifeless body of his sister. "What have I done?" His eyes were kept going in and out of focus, like he was having a hard time seeing what was in his arms.
There was a noise behind him, and then a voice, "You've been a very bad boy, Shaden." Laughter followed those words, both male and female tones. Shaden didn't even turn to look at them. Marie's eyes were open, and looking right at him. She smiled softly, a forgiving smile, and then she closed her eyes. "Heaven forgive me." He whispered. How could he live with himself after this?
He couldn't show Sevanni anymore, but that memory went on forever or at least it felt like it to him whenever he allowed himself time to think about it. Shaden had closed his eyes while the memory had been playing out, but now he opened them. It was done. There was nothing he could do about it. Shaden was marked, and would remain so. Sevanni's head was rested against the back of his before he was turned again, his head fell back against the wall softly, and his suddenly icy blue eyes looked into Sevanni's eyes. The need to forgot the past shining clear. He wasn't sure why his eyes always went back to their normal color every time he relived that moment in his life. It just happened.
As Sevanni continued to stroke him, he couldn't help but realize just how fucking good at it he was. It was unbelievable. He would have to convince Sevanni to let them try this again sometime, even if it was in the far future. He could wait. But this one night of bliss and passion was not going to be enough. His heck arched up, but his eyes never left Sevanni. Little sounds of pleasure left his mouth, letting Sevanni know just how much he loved this.
Icy orbs saw the small line of blood traveling down the right side of his lips, and he leaned forward, his tongue licked up that small line of blood right up to his lips, and there, he kissed the corner of his mouth. "You want a turn don't you?" He was such a tease. But it turned him on. And that accent of his was dead sexy. He should use it all the time.
Another groan was forced out, this one all pleasure, and no pain. Finally, after some amount of pressure, his grip was released. "Tell me." Oh how cruel. He wanted Shaden to tell him how badly he wanted to taste him, hear him beg maybe? But that wasn't the cruel part. The cruel thing was expecting Shaden to be able to talk after the way he'd been touching him. His lips, so close, laid a lingering kiss on Shaden's lips. Shaden licked his lower lip, playfully bit it, but didn't draw blood. "Your such a tease." He maneged to get out against his lips. "And that accent of yours is fucking sexy as Hell."
Shaden's hands traveled down his chest, and then stopped when his fingers touched his pants. However, the pants were not his objective at this moment. He grabbed the end of Sevanni's sweater and pulled it up over his head, and then threw it somewhere out of sight. He sighed. Damn Sevanni for wearing a white shirt underneath. Oh well. He took hold of the shirt and ripped it down the middle, and once that was off he threw that to. A satisfied little smile came on his lips. "Please" His fingers moved along his chest, as if memorizing every inch of him. "I want a turn."
His head moved in to place a kiss on his chest, and slowly moved his lips upward toward his throat. "I want to taste you." His voice took on the pleading tone again. Begging, not asking. His mouth made it to his throat. "Please, Sevanni." The release of his fangs was a much less painful experience for him, and he moved them up and down his skin until he couldn't wait another second. A little voice reminded him to be nice, and to take it easy. He was smart enough to listen to that voice and slowly let his fangs break through skin after tilting his head to the side.
His blood slid down his throat, and the taste of him had Shaden practically purring like some damn pleased cat. Then the images. He watched, and drank, and enjoyed it all. His left hand was in Sevanni's hair, while his right was in his back, tracing an invisible line up and down it.
Shaden lifted his head, and leaned back against the wall. He was amazed and a little mind blown at the pleasant feeling Sevanni's blood gave him. It made him a little bolder. He smiled and moved both his hands to his waist for the second time, only this time it was flesh on flesh and he reversed their positions, so now Sevanni was the one against the wall. A quick kiss on his lips, and then his mouth was trailing down his chest along with his hands.
The smile he gave Sevanni now was both sinful and devilish. He moved lower and lower, until he was forced onto one knee. His teeth grabbed a hold of the button to Sevanni's khakis, and pulled at it gently, and with a skill that had been made possible by years of living, the button came undone. Next was the zipper, and he was quick to take that between his teeth too, and pull down on it. His hands pushed down very lightly, just enough to bring Sevanni's manhood out into the open.
Shaden wondered what kind of thoughts would be forming themselves in Sevanni's head right about now. Would he be wondering what Shaden was planning to do. At first, he simply took Sevanni's masculinity into his hands and starting stroking him like Sevanni had done to him, but as he glanced up at Sevanni there was a devilish mischief there in his eyes that said more was coming. There was a short moment of nervousness as he thought about what he was going to do. This was after all Sevanni he was with, and not some random guy he found on the street because he wanted a quick and easy fuck. But hell, he wanted Sevanni, and dammit he wanted all of him. All nervousness vanished from him mind, and in the next second, Shaden's mouth had closed around Sevanni's manhood.
Although a good hand-job was good, and offered a lot of pleasure, but there was something to be said about a blow-job too. For one, the reason Shaden preferred to do this, was because it was much more personal. And after doing this for more years then he cared to really admit, he'd become somewhat of an expert. A master of the art. And odd thing to be good at when your a vampire who really no longer has needs for such things. While his mouth and right hand played and teased him, his left continued to trace lines over Sevanni's chest, sometimes using his nails to scratch his skin and make pale red lines appear.
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This is the longest freaking post I've ever done in my life. It took me forever.
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And happy posting Sevanni. Good luck beating this one (I'm sure you will).
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Aug 23, 2009 9:57:33 GMT -5
It's usually painful when the fangs came out. They were large and thick, pure bone that stretched the regular tooth to an all new un-natural height. Vampires usually loved to have them out quickly when the approaching finality of someones life was involved. Sevanni never liked letting his out all the time, and the price to pay for that was the horrid pain that came with shedding them from their normalcy. It was like feeling a dentist drill straight through to the root, only to pull the root and dig deep into the gum. He hated it, but the rewards reaped were well worth it. Like then; now. As his mouth hung over Shaden's neck, fangs barred into skin and letting the soothing liquid enter his throat.
It was like seeing everything happen before your eyes, as if you were standing right there when time wore through. He could see him then, his long hair and Shaden take to the darkness away from the house. Like a movie playing it's self on replay of a past memory. Which was what it was. A past memory. His eyes were open at the flash and closed shortly after once the night set in. His mother, or what appeared to be his mother, going after and he, sending her a warning to go back. What had happened previously had not been witnessed, but by the sound of his mother, it was something bad and Shaden wanted no part of it.
His eyes remained closed while a steady hand kept a nice soothing pace. Often it faltered and picked up, but the moment was so captivating at the time, that Sevanni hadn't wanted to let go. Not of him, not just yet in either sense. He could feel the blood rush to his head and heart and flow through his body like medication you would receive at the hospital. Strong shit like Morphine. There had been a slight reminicent feel about it all. Like he had been brought back into the past once remembered in those times. When things were simple and difficulties always lay ahead no matter what path you traveled.
Shaden had showed him something that none of the others had. An inside feel of compassion. How he had been turned. With Ella he already knew because he had made her. Sindel was different because she was once sired before him.
As if walking behind him Sevanni had followed without moving feet to do so. Floating there in the midst of a memory that was Shaden Grace. There were whispers. Whispers that Sevanni had been familiar with for quite some time. Darkness approaching, and the stench of death evident as the voices moved closer and Shaden had second thought it. There was that familiar call in his head that wanted to yell out go now, run as fast as you can, but it had already happened. It was a memory and nothing could be changed.
Was that a feel for him? Wanting to have that sudden level of protection over the mortal version of Shaden? Perhaps if Shaden were mortal Sevanni would have had a keen eye for him sooner. Tasting his blood had caused a disturbance inside of him that he hadn't felt since.....
It all happened so fast that Sevanni himself had blinked in his own mind. Darkness encompassing him as if he had been swallowed into a black hole. Shifting ensued, he assumed it was Shaden rusting in the darkness to where the slightest moon light kissed his skin and he charged out as if he were a normal spruce ready for his uprooting.
Again he followed and this time Shaden had led them back to the house. The house where Shaden stayed with family. Siblings, parents. He remembered the good old times where he would run about the house and leave trails behind for his brothers to somehow come and find him and let the thrashings begin for making such a commotion in their rooms. He could remember the scent of marble and stone, vegetables stirring over a kettle and his mother humming in her chair as she stitched Jeremiah's throwings.
The girl. She must have been the baby of the Graces. Sobbing there at the front and Shaden making his approach of assurance and slight confusion. Something bad had happened, and as he drank from Grace, he could smell the blood in the memory as if it were there in his welling.
Watching the fuckers go at Shaden like a T-Bone steak had been nothing compared to what he was about to witness. The corruption inside of him building, making caution to Sevanni as he drank from him in reality. He had no choice but to hold tight to him. The arm around his waist pulling him closer as he made a slight sigh and pull from teeth to skin as Shaden murdered the man claimed to be his father. It was merely a turn on to watch such a thing. witness Shaden make a kill. Like a sweet melody composed by Bach himself.
It felt like everything was swirling pools of red and white, darkness overflowing his soul as Shaden stepped out of the house and approach his sister. Words of comfort, uneasiness in the girl as Shaden showed her a completely different side to her. Sevanni wanted to motion forward but there was no way to do so. No way to stop what had come. Why would he? Because it took him back to Ezra.
Sevanni and Shaden had a lot more in common than he had realized. They each took a siblings life, only Shaden had done so by drawing blood and not simply chopping off his sisters head. His eyes were opened as he watched the scene before him. Open in actual reality and staring blankly at the wall ahead through blood stained eyes. Welling up as he watched on and felt the heart drumming insanity that was murder in the most foullest form.
Once her life slipped free Shaden had slammed the door yet again in his face. Closing the memory and leaving him to wish there was more he would share. A single tear rode down into the inner corner of his right eye, seeping down along his nose to roll over the top lip and slide down into the corner to settle. Sevanni barely cried. When he did it was always blood filled and ridden with sorrow. It would have to be something truly horrible for him to shed so much as a single tear, let alone actual tears plural.
The mention of a prayer to God told Sevanni that he was a man of the cloth much like Helena had been a woman to her faith. Not an actual clergy, but of course the fulfilment of God rendured into their lives. Sevanni had only tended church when he was younger. Mortal and made to do so by his parents. Mainly his mother. That wasn't something he enjoyed, even in his mortal years he had never taken privy to the likes of a belief he himself could not witness.
Like the said tree that fell in the woods. who's to say no one was actually around? Who said it wouldn't make a noise? In all actuality, anything that fell made a noise. Even a needle or string. Even if you couldn't hear it, it still made a noise. Like breathing ever so faintly and not understanding why it had to be so low to hear.
Sevanni had felt Shaden jerk moments prior to the relase of the memory. All the information pent up now inside his own mind, cells splitting and forming back bubbling furies inside that came from Shaden. Sadness. Pain. Regret? Suddenly it was like he was on fire from the burning sensation that transferred through. Sevanni had felt it because he could relate, and this had been when they finally shared a moment of understanding. Shaden didn't know, but Sevanni did, and he would hold that inside of him forever.
The question had come to mind before even asking Shaden if he wanted a turn. A chance to taste Sevanni's blood like so very few had. Would Sevanni share a memory with him? Let it pass through even though he was not being marked by Shaden?
There was a shift in movement, still floored in the moments passed Sevanni had managed to let lowered eyes drift up to view Shaden's sea glass beauties. Never before had Sevanni been with a man. It was thought upon of course, once before when he had grown accustom to having Darien around. He was more to him than a simple slave or servant, not in a sexual sense, but the urge had been there a few times he'd never recall. Shaden gave him an overwhelming need to want him. As if he were a magnet pulling him forward because he willed it, or deep down inside that vessel of a submarine, Shaden had encouraged it.
Before, when they had met, Sevanni didn't really pay much attention to Shaden, until he found out that he and Aubrey were somewhat of an item. He thought she and Xavier had been a couple, but views had become far more clearer in a matter of time. His goal hadn't really involved Shaden. His thoughts were so enraptured by the Ice Queen, that all other's in his wake didn't matter.
Once he had feared Xavier, but when Sevanni wanted something, or someone, he made sure nothing and no one stood in his way. This included Shaden. He figured that had been why Shaden grew to dispise Sevanni, and because Shaden held a grudge, and understandably so, Sevanni had to guard himself against him just in case. Appearing at the BNC meeting had pushed Sevanni passed pissed, being as Shaden was considered an outcast by the man, he, and his dopleganger of friends had been unwelcome, intrusive to collect something they had no right to.
Meeting him once more in the streets of New York, throwing down as if it were a remake of West Side Story without the singing and snapping. Words were given, fists were thrown. It was a whole scene in the dead of night. No mortals or immortal beings to parade about, form a circle and watch the scene unfold. It was all so tiresome. Having to deal with constant attacks. It was as if he were the president and assasinations were pretty much an every day occurance. That had begun everything simmering down.
His need to be around his beloved. The need to see his slaves and pets and see to it that they were getting the proper time with their keeper. Sevanni had beeen more apt to be around Aubrey, darien and Schuyler than he had anything else. This also included Emiste before the command to let her free. Command. Back then he had lost his nerve, but this time.....everything would be different. Better. He would be with no one woman, and whoever was involved with Sevanni would have to deal with not being the only one.
His blood stained mouth opened, letting out soft breaths after taking in deep pulls. Why he had not done this sooner had been beyond his own comprehension.
Shaden, his back against the wall and Sevanni's hand still playing away at his masculinity as though it were something he did normally. Hardly. not even with himself unless it was actually wanted by himself in the first place. Sometimes your own touch did the job quicker when you were on the go, but it was rare for him to do such things.
It was unbearable. Watching him and knowing that those haunting greens would not leave his own any time soon. The soft little noises that escaped enticing lips had caused Sevanni's left hand to mount against the wall beside Shaden's head, the uncontrollable urge to move closer to him and let lips be so close that it would pain either one to simply not let the moment sink in with the two of them.
Shaden had made the move. Licking the small rain of blood and then letting lips take to the corner of his mouth. Sevanni's words egging him on. Wanting him to be pushed further so that he could hear that willful voice of him chime out glorious tones of want and need. Sevanni loved begging. If it wasn't for his life, then it would assuredly be something else of equal interest. Love....sex...divine greed for financial support. it didn't matter what it was, it was the words that he liked. Like screams of pain while giving thrashings to those who deserved it. Asked for it.
Already he had pressed his luck by not gaining permission and nipping at that lower lip, but there hadn't been a drop to drip so it wasn't thought on a moment more. "Your such a tease." He managed to get out against his lips. "And that accent of yours is fucking sexy as Hell." A little grin of deviousness played over lips, the gesture of hands to his bottoms. The top he didn't so much mind letting him lift over his head, but ripping his clothing? That was a no no. Lucky for him it was a simple T-shirt and he had many of those. He could let Shaden have his cake and eat it, but he would have to remember in the future that he too had a place like everyone else in the world.
Would it be a regular thing? Sevanni didn't know. He didn't think about it while in that moment, but he knew that someone would end up finding out and spreading some word that Sevanni Black was into men. It just wasn't so.
why not be immortal and taste the many splenders of life? It was better than keeping the same focus on one thing rather than the abundance of others. His special desires wouldn't and couldn't be fulfilled by just anyone. Everyone he had come into contact with, and still had been involved in his life had something special inside of them that Sevanni had taken to. Shaden had many good graces within him that Sevanni admired and cherished. It was just about how to show it rather than say it, for words meant a lot to Sevanni, and actions most certainly spoke louder than words.
"Please" Shaden spoke while letting fingers trace lines over his chest. His beauties loved the fact that he wasn't hairy. Sevanni never did like a hairy chest on a man, and he wasn't going to let his get the best of him. He was clean all the way to where a man should be. Where it was appropriate. "I want a turn." Of course he did. Sevanni knew he wanted it because everyone wanted it. For quite some time Sevanni had managed to prevent his blood from being drawn by just anyone. It had taken him some time to get used to Emiste tasting him, drinking from him on nights she refused to leave the house to feed without him. Hunting. Their special past time.
Sevanni wondered if Shaden liked to go hunting. Maybe they could all go on an outing. attend a rave or some large home with occupants for each of their intruders. Give it a go after shedding blood and getting their kicks. "I want to taste you." Spoken by sultry lips as they pressed against Sevanni's skin, his head tilting downward slightly to watch his actions. They weren't so completely off measurement in height. Sevanni was tall, but Shaden was anything but short.
Shaden managed to reach it up to Sevanni's throat, his own form pressing into his while arms held him steady with white knuckles pressed firmly against the wall. "Please, Sevanni." He let in a begging tone that made Sevanni's eyes fall lightly to a near close. Sevanni opened himself up for him, allowing Shaden to guide his head to the side, exposing skin and feeling the surge of energy between them. It was the begging tone that had done it more so. He was going to let him regardless, but not so much so where Shaden would get a flashing glimpse of just how powerful it had been, and how dangerous it was for Shaden to remain indulged in Sevanni's cellular travesty.
A harsh sigh was released upon the feel of Shaden breaking skin. The scraping against his neck had made Sevanni want to grab his throat and pin him back. Give it to him from some other perspective, but the neck was one of the most deepest ways into another's soul. In this case, it was a mere flash of things past for the man they called monster had no soul.
A witnessed event of Dane being forced back against the office desk, Sevanni's hand reaching out and digging straight into flesh and bone to tear out his heart. The blood from the splatter of his heart being tossed against the surface, splattering in various places on Aubrey. A blinding swirl of darkness and it had set into a dark night and Sindel. Her long dark hair contrasting against ever so pale skin, and the joy in her eyes as she held Damien in her arms. Such a small infant, and he stood by brushing fingers through her hair as she laid in bed so calm. The words, "That's your daddy." spiled out before Sevanni attempted to tug that thought away. He didn't even want to remember it.
Then there was his treasured first. The first woman Sevanni had ever fallen in love with. She was a sight more than any one woman could be. Mortal. Pure. Innocent with her magnificant natural charms, and a mortal Sevanni holding her as they snuggled up on the porch of the ranch house. Every night they sat out there under the stars when he wasn't watching the herds of animals they kept. He looked the same as he did now only more olive tone rather than slightly paler than normal. His frame had been less massive than it had been now because then he hadn't worked out quite so much.
That had only been seen for a few split seconds. How that memory had gotten tucked in there some how had made him curious. Why now? Why think about that very moment as Shaden drew from him? Already it felt like his body was being intruded upon. Having another take from him was something he treasured because of the power he held within him. It had nearly killed Aubrey upon turning her vampire, just as it had Ella when he turned her. Sharing blood was sacred to him even more so now than ever. Not to mention it drained him little by little the more they took from him.
It hadn't been that long before Shaden had drew back and left Sevanni in a little hazed state. It had been the only reason why Shaden was able to shift their positions so swiftly. Feet moving along by his guidance, back pressed against the wall and snapped to when Shaden let his lips tease his own with a brief kiss. He could have smacked him then and there for that.
He moved downward Sevanni's body. Touching. Sweeping across skin which made him draw hands by his sides. Relax. He could relax. It was just like being with a female, only......well, it wasn't really like being with a female. If he could he would somehow manage to avoid all things penetrating him and just take Shaden where he stood without the slightest notion to get in return. That was what stuck inside his head the most. If it would hurt, Shaden's size would most assuredly cause some unheard sounds to lift from Sevanni's throat. Make him say regrettable things.
Shaden was down so far already that Sevanni's thoughts had rendered current events slim on attention. This was where he got nervous. Just a little.
Shaden had looked up as Sevanni looked down, his chest clearly rose and fell when devilish eyes peered up at him. If his heart could beat it would be running a mile a minute. Then eyes cut away. The feel of Shaden's hand around his manhood made Sevanni want to throb hard within his hold and let him know that it did in fact feel wonderful and he was thusly enjoying the time spent with one another.
A man's hand was different from that of a woman's. Shaden had proved it already. Once he had slipped his mouth around the firmness of his sex, Sevanni had instinctively let hands move through low cut splashes of hair until one hand had been halfway behind Shaden's head. His back arched, hips moved forward naturally as he let Shaden enjoy something he had apparently wanted to do.
He wasn't lacking in the experience part. He already knew this before blood had been shed. To experience it had been completely different than hearing about it. Suspicions being confirmed, the rumor could end and Sevanni would once and for all understand Shaden's point of view.
When he felt his nails drag across skin Sevanni had pushed into Shaden's mouth just a bit more than he should have. He was a sadomasochist that had dealt with pain and pleasure on numerous occasions, but the thick of it all was far beyond normalcy. Just how much did Shaden know about being so clever at such a task? It was as if he had sunk into the emotion with drifting eye lids and let it all work out magically in their favor. Shaden was a dangerous person to be screwing around with.
Sevanni took hold of Shaden's hand, gripping his wrist and keeping those nails away from skin, he wanted so much to bring that wrist up to his mouth and taste him again without so much as a thought passing through either one. Any part of his body would do. He liked that. Shedding blood and divulging in that whilst conforming to the bed time nature of that current lover. It was a sickness that he had only managed to share with so few. Shaden would have to be added to that list.
Sighs were given. Soft moans of approval and of how good it felt were lifted into the air for him to hear. The room had been theirs to do with as they pleased, and this was beyond pleasure.
Every fiber of his being had made Sevanni want to snatch him up, turn him over onto that hard wood, scar his healable back and give him what he wanted while releasing all that tension built up inside from Shaden. Never before had anyone been so completely direct with him and what they wanted. The need to have something that he had waited for for demon only knew how long.
How long had Shaden wanted this? Wanted him? Maybe it was a one time thing with Shaden. Maybe all he needed was one time to be sure. His attempt to turn Sevanni out? Not likely. Of course if Shaden had so wished to engage in yet another encounter such as this, then he would be privy to it. Sharing in the beauty of life was something that Sevanni was game for, but that didn't mean he was interested in screwing just any man. He could name two off the top of his head, which wasn't such a hard thing to do.
His lips parted to let out a sound of pleasure, releasing his hand to brace himself and let palms press flat against the wall behind him. Wanting to settle in his hips to escape that tormentful mouth. Why did he have to be so fucking brilliant?
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Notes
Such a dirty boy. I beat you by two measly words. How bad am I?
Thoughts
WTF just happened?
Impressions
Your in charge since your the pro. Git - R- Done
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Post by Shaden Grace on Aug 27, 2009 2:31:18 GMT -5
Shaden's eyes were closed as he took witness to the events no passing through his mind. The tearing of the heart had been interesting enough, but then to add a baby into the mix made familiar feeling stir he'd rather not think about. And at the words, "That's your daddy." made his eyes open to stare blankly ahead of him. Sevanni pulled the memory away, and Shaden was filled with a kind of bitter sadness. He wanted to see more, however, at the same time he didn't because it reminded him of the daughter he'd lost.
Then there was a split second of a mortal Sevanni holding a women on the porch of some ranch house. The image surprised him, clearly, he hadn't meant for that to slip in, but now that it had it would forever be burned into Shaden's head. He wanted more. He wanted to know more about his past, and the things he'd done, and the people he'd cared about. But for now, at least, that was it. Shaden was determined to see more sooner or later.
He absolutely love touching Sevanni. He wouldn't be surprised that for a few night at least his normal dreams were replaced with Sevanni. It wasn't as if he'd get this kind of chance again, and by some chance, Sevanni allowed another pleasure filled night to happen, when would that happen? Not likely anytime real soon. This was the reason why Shaden had decided to torment him this way, his nails moving along his skin even after Sevanni had pushed forward into his mouth a little more then he'd planned on, luckily Shaden had been doing this long enough to have grown use to those types of reactions.
Sevanni took hold of his and gripping his wrist, Shaden made no attempt at freeing it, but he longed to touch him more. God, he never wanted to stop. And the sighs, those soft, rich tones of approval only made it worse. The need that was working its way to even higher levels could almost be described as painful. He groaned, the sound coming from somewhere in the back of his throat as he continued his torment of Sevanni's firm sex.
And now, on his knees in front of Sevanni, he now realized that perhaps Shaden had been attracted to him sense the first day he'd really met him, and had shook his hand in an effort to be polite. It had been at that one of those damn coven meetings with Xavier ignoring him, turning his back on him as if that would somehow hurt Shaden's feelings or something. He thought them all pathetic in the beginning, following orders like some stupid dog that couldn't think for itself.
Then in time, it was Sevanni leading the meetings, and Shaden made a point of not going to them or showing up at just the wrong moments just so he could hear Sevanni threaten him. He'd wanted to be punished, to feel pain, but of course Sevanni had never went through with it. Shaden had always left disappointed. The only time he'd ever experienced pain from Sevanni was that night in the streets when he'd ripped Shaden's jaw off. That had been... pleasant. A new kind of pain. Something that no other had ever done to him.
It was then, after that night that's he'd really felt the urge to be close to him, to touch him. Shaden had desired him for a long time, and after such a length of time it had been extremely hard for Shaden not to literally jump Sevanni when they'd met in England. That probably wouldn't have turned out so well, which is why hadn't.
There was a good reason why Shaden never told Sevanni about his desires. He was nervous. This was the man he had both wanted and hated and envied for a long time and he simply could bring himself to tell him. Now, Shaden was wishing he'd done it a lot sooner.
Finally, Sevanni released his hand after a sound of pleasure left his lips, a sound that Shaden echoed as he removed his mouth from him, and slowly, kissed his way back up Sevanni's chest. For a minute, he simply stood there, his hands on Sevanni's chest, and just taking in the site of him. Damn he was perfect.
Shaden's hands moved to his own shirt, still on, and driving him insane. He pulled it off, in a unhurried fashion, as if he was in no rush, and he measured Sevanni's expression as he did so, watching him to see what his face would show. The shirt came off, and he threw it somewhere over his shoulder. He couldn't give a damn where it landed.
Now he pressed into Sevanni, flesh touching flesh, marveling at the rush of pleasure that gave him. Most of his life was filled with moments he'd rather forget forever, but this night was something he'd gladly keep. He wouldn't have to shove it to the corner of his mind like so many other things.
His hands moved between the wall and were placed on Sevanni's back, however, they did not remain idle there as they soon dragged nails down his back, while his mouth trailed along his shoulder and to his neck as if he was going to bite him again. He wasn't, of course, but he wanted to. "Sevanni..." Shaden was surprised his name had even slipped past his lips. He decided to try and say something else. "Tonight.. will never be enough." The side of his face brushed against his as he moved his head to look into Sevanni's face, his lips so close again. His eyes showed that determination of a man who wanted more, who was never satisfied with just one night.
And when his lips were touched Sevanni's, it was not a slow burn of passion, but for blown need. A man desperate for everything. Welcoming the pleasure, and the pain, both familiar and very much wanted feelings. His lips moved left his, although they stayed close, "I want you, Sevanni, and not just for tonight." Mine as well let him know now instead of later when Shaden was practically tearing his shirt off again.
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My Thoughts?
Its short, and I hate it, but I couldn't think of anything else, and I guess anything's going to look short when the post before it is 4052 words long...
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Post by HIDDEN EVIL on Aug 27, 2009 3:51:22 GMT -5
Shaden's sounds had reverberated over his masculinity which in turn caused Sevanni to want to tighten his hold on Shaden. A harsh bite to the lower lip was made and he hated that Shaden's hair was so low that he couldn't grab it. It was the normalcy of face fucking a female. Hair to grab. It was one of Sevanni's favorite things to do when someones mouth was wrapped around his manhood. Maybe he would get Shaden to let tendrils grow just for another round. If there would be another round, but by the way things had felt, the new experience had told him it would.
It may seem to everyone that Sevanni liked younger people. His women, the men in his life. Ixandra was young. It just happened to be that way. Mortal youth like Annabella. Jules and Keegan had been young. Nineteen or so. Vampires he tempted to play with were young in their immortal years, but that was to be expected.
Shaden was younger than Sevanni but he was not young in immortal years by far. Sevanni had been around before Jesus, watched him be hung on the cross for supposed sins future lives would commit. When men wore sandals and no one thought differently about it like they had now.
Times were simpler then, far more so then they were now. Of course there was the exception of modern day technology, but when it came to morals and venues, it was simpler. Not once out of the many times he thought about being with a man did he ever seek action. He always assumed it would be Darien he would try to conquer, but of course there was a love and affection there for him that was far more than sexual.
Shaden had this skin digging thing that got to Sevanni. He was so young and beautiful, well kempt and disasterously quick when it came to snap judgements. His eyes were unusual in a clean sense of the word, the glare it sent off of sea glass and mesmerizing thoughts and memories that now had Sevanni captivated to know more about him.
He relaxed slightly as Shaden removed his mouth, drawing out steady breaths that hadn't wanted to escape for quite some time until now. Breathing. It was an unnecessary thing that Sevanni had grown into not doing.
The captivating look he held when Sevanni finally drew eyes up to him after lips were drawn over his skin. Parted lips made way without words to lift from them. Sevanni watched as he freed himself of the fabric that had been his shirt. A hand reaching forward to let fingers dip between his abdomen and the fabric of his pants. Pulling him closer as the fabric left fingers, tossing it behind him only to feel Shaden's skin press against his own.
Damn him for being so subtle and full of motion. Damn him for pulling the vampire into his web of sin. His hand gripped to those pants a bit tighter before he felt Shaden's nails scrape along his back. A seething hiss sucked between teeth when he did so. No one but him had inflicted pain when there was a sexual bide going on. There had only been two people in the world who inflicted pain unto him and they were long gone by now.
His mouth moved over skin as if he were praising him somehow, his tone springing out and urging Sevanni's needs even further. "Sevanni..." Did he know that having his name spoken turned him on? How about the name calling? Asshole, bastard, son of a bitch and mother fucker? Did he know about that? Was he so vile when it came to receiving pain? He would soon find out.
There was no reply. He remained the silent type aside from the expressed silent sighs emitted from that throat, but nothing else. "Tonight.. will never be enough." Maybe so but that didn't mean it would be a reoccurance each and every night. He wasn't even sure he could do it again. But in that moment he felt like it could be done. Damn that Shaden Grace.
He slighted to lean back and away from that mouth of his. Relaxing from tensing up when Shaden neared his neck. Not another bite. Not now at least. He had to prove he was either a very good boy, or a very, very naughty one.
The side of Shaden's face brushed across Sevanni's, nearing lips to fill that burning desire to taste Shaden's lips once again. Letting the tenderness of a kiss take place before words were mumbled ever so close. "I want you, Sevanni, and not just for tonight." But did he know what it mean? Did he, Shaden, truly understand the words that left his own mouth?
Sevanni wasn't so certain that Shaden had actually intended to release words that may get him in trouble. He'd need a room. Shaden didn't follow rules, much like Emiste, but there were things within the house unallowed. The kids would be pissed that yet another was brought into the home, which meant more time away from them. Sevanni didn't care. He was a GREEDy man with needs and desires. Passions and rants that needed to be fulfilled and expressed. Everything was changing, and this was another change added onto the list.
Sevanni's right arm lifted between bodies, forcing them apart briefly to take hold just under Shaden's jaw line. Lifting his head slightly more as clenched teeth bore out words from the assistance of his larynx. "Such a bold soul for saying words such as those." It seemed as though he were angry, but Shaden had caused him to get more pent up then he had expected that evening. Walking around the Culture Club always made him want to go home and make himself known to the others that it was play time.
With quick vampyric speed, Sevanni had spun Shaden around and forced him against the wall rather hard. Facing it but making sure he didn't hurt his face. Shaden would be smart enough to turn his head. Tense up some maybe. All this had been so new, but why treat him any different? After all, he had asked for it.
His right hand held the back of his neck firmly, moving against him and letting his head rest beside his own to where lips were near his ear. Breath released against the lobe as he maneuvered out of those pants. Letting shit kickers be removed by actions of his own footing. Slipping them behind him with a kick so that he was behind him fleshly nude.
Fingers nimbly took release of Shaden's pants. Letting palms rest against skin as he slid the pants down his legs. He so graciously lifted feet so that they could fully be removed. Down lower than he had wanted to be but remained faced to face with a nice firm ass. How men had never been appealing to him before where he would take actual action was beyond him. Flesh was flesh. There were just different parts of the anatomy in play.
Nails scraped downward from the top mound of cheeks before grasping each one firmly in his hand, taking a teasing bite with lips over teeth so he wouldn't break skin and draw blood. Slowly lifting upward to stand once more, turned on completely by the look of him. How good his skin felt. Smooth, soft. Cold but yet warm to him.
Shaden could hug the wall all night if Sevanni so chose. Letting his mouth embrace the side of Shaden's neck, exposed to let him nip along the length of the side before leading his hand below and letting the pre-wetness roll over him. Separated skins below so Shaden wouldn't expect so much as a slap on his ass from the stiffness of his manhood. Now that was an idea.
"I'm going to make you cry blood." He spoke it like he was mad however it was softly spoken as a threat or warning. If he was positive he wanted it, which Sevanni knew he did, then it wasn't going to be filled with gum drops and lollipop wishes.
Without notice, so much as a hint, Sevanni had once again forced the vampire over the Hi Fi, exposed and rounding hands to leave his own sex, taking his wrists and pinning them behind his back as if he were under arrest and his chest would press against the wood.
Sevanni tore down the strand of drapery art that hung on the wall just beside them, folding it around those wrists and tying it tight. His left hand grasping the tail of the fabric as the other hand worked himself over. A palm licked hand as feet spread Shaden's own, only to slide inside of him with one long slow push.
Once he had managed to climb inside, he felt a difference alright. It wasn't like being inside of a woman's bottom, but it was tighter and more gripping. His right hand held against Shaden's right cheek, grabbing him with the palm of his hand to keep traction in his place. A hollow filled moan and grunt had left his throat, stunned by how it felt and what a relief it was to get this far.
He drove inside of him harder, longer. His aggression was rising again and he wasn't so sure he wanted to let it die down. Not then. Not so soon.
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Thoughts
This is insane.
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