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Post by Behax on Oct 20, 2011 22:47:05 GMT
Lusive felt that wave of warm breath wash over him and wished that it would somehow seep into his skin and stay there and never leave him, giving his body some of the life it had long forgotten.
A soft sigh broke from his lips as he felt Ocativus release his ear from bite, relived slightly that the angel had not bitten down any harder. He let out a soft moan as he felt the pleasure of other kissing and sucking at his neck, returning actions that Lusive had not a moment ago been performing himself.
He felt the other entwining his fingers in his hair but none the less was a little surprised and bewildered when his head was yanked backwards. Lusive’s intense scarlet eyes studied the other’s cold silver ones as those very eyes studied the black mark on his neck.
The vampire almost asked if there was something wrong but before the thoughts could even form into words he was interrupted.
"X, marks the spot…"
Lusive looked puzzled for a moment that was until the angel sunk his teeth into his neck. A short sharp gasp escaped from Lusive’s mouth, whatever he’d been expecting it was safe to say that, that was not it. The moment Ocativus had bitten down Lusive’s own hand had gripped tighter at the angels white hair his other arm moving to steady himself holding onto the back on his couch to prevent himself from going any further backwards.
This one action had brought tears to his red eyes. Not because it hurt him physically but because it hurt him emotionally. The feeling bringing memories from long ago flooding back to the front of his mind. Feelings and heart ache he’d locked away and tried to forget. He didn’t make a sound the tears just rolled down his face irrespective of how much he wished they wouldn’t, slowly his hand let go of the couch and he let himself fall backwards.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 21, 2011 5:26:09 GMT
Silver eyes flashed with a deep malice as the vampire seemingly broke apart as he bit down on the X. An actual emotional response wasn't what he was looking for, but he was thrilled when he had found it. Emotional pain hurt like no other pain could....
The dead flesh and ink tasted bitter against his tongue as he released his bite, but poked the wound with his tongue, prodding his bite mark he sucked on it before violently following Lusive on his fall backwards, taking command in the vampires time of weakness. That pink and warm tongue rolled out to lap up the tears that flowed down his partners faces, finding them much more to his liking, greedily he part took of the salty gems.
Ocatvius now had the upper position, he hovered over Lusvice who was on his back, he released the vampires hair and let his hands travel down to greedily fondle the hidden desire in the vampires pants.
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Post by Behax on Oct 22, 2011 0:18:54 GMT
Lusive’s voice caught in his throat when he felt the angel sucking on the bite wound he’s just inflicted, though the feeling was totally different the action itself brought back the memory of that day when Luciel saved Lusive’s life at the same time as changing his fate forever.
In his face was reflected the soul of a man who lived with a broken heart, a soul that was afraid to love and to lose. His eyes scrunched closed as the other licked the tears from his face. Willing them to stop, begging for his weakness to evaporate.
As Ocatvius’s hands travelled the vampire’s body arching upwards towards the other as the angels touch travelled down it, letting out a sharp gasp as he felt the other fondle the growing bulge in his pants. His body let out a shudder of delight begging for release.
Tentative hands reached up to Ocatvius’s face holding it as he gazed into those cold eyes.
“Please...” Lusive hesitated.
“Let me forget,” Lusive pleaded wanting to drown himself in pleasure, in the warmth of the other and the physicality of the deed they were participating in.
‘Weak’ his own voice echoed in his head bitterly.
‘When did I become so weak?’
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Post by Grimm on Oct 24, 2011 21:49:06 GMT
"Let me forget,"
Ocatvius silver eyes glistened with a sadistic desire, this vampire was at his mercy, he could feel the misery, the agony of a memory that his partner was reliving, an emotional wound that would only ever scab over and never heal. This conquest would be a true pleasure...
The fallen angel brushed his cheek against Lusive's own face, lips coming to caress the vampires pierced ear. "As you wish." Ocatvius wanted to play with this prey, unsure as how long he wanted to draw it out, the angel pulled himself back and brought a wrist to his own mouth, biting down on his flesh and freeing the blood from his veins. He brought the bleeding wrist to Lusive's lips, blood dripping a narcotic warmth.
"I shall be merciful. Drink of my blood, and I shall let you forget." His voice dripped with a satin desire. It was, of course a trap, he would use the vampire for his own selfish reasons, his own unquenchable thirst for lust and carnal knowledge.
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Post by Behax on Oct 25, 2011 0:01:39 GMT
Lusive felt wretched as the most hated and despised facets of himself had been dragged to the surface by this one most unlikely partner. And yet the vampire was unsettled by the merciless eyes that stared down at him.
"As you wish."
The whisper sent a shudder rippling down his body. Lusive watched the angel pull back, his expression making him look dazed as he was caught in the swirling tide that was his body’s pleasure and his minds suffering, he didn’t know which one he should let himself drown in though he knew he couldn’t let go of either. He watched only half aware as the angel bit open his own wrist.
The intoxicating smell reached him first, and it only served to eat even further away at the vampire’s awareness having long destroyed his self control. As the warm liquid dripped onto his lips the exotic taste threatened to consume him.
"I shall be merciful. Drink of my blood, and I shall let you forget."
Almost obediently with a little hesitance Lusive took Ocatvius’s arm in his hands before licking blood from the bite and continuing to probe the wound with his tongue before closing his mouth over the wound and proceeding to suck the blood out. The warnings in the back of his head being drowned out by Lusive’s returned blood lust which sought to corrupt him.
It wasn’t long at all until his actually bit down on the angel’s wrist and began to drink from him more deeply.
Despite this however his bodies sexual desire was not forgotten, as the warm blood of the angel flowed into him Lusive slide his pelvis provocatively between Ocatvius’s legs as if to remind him of the real reason why they were there in the first place.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 25, 2011 2:16:07 GMT
Ocatvius felt the blood leaving his veins, at first weakly then the Vampire bit down on the torn flesh and drank more feverishly. He allowed the vampire to keep drinking, until with a snarl he pulled his wrist away from the hungry lips.
"Gluttonus Piglet…" The Fallen Angel spoke as he crashed his lips against the vampire, allowing his more aggressive side show through the bloody innocences of his form. There had been a hope that this vampires bite would remind him of the vampire that had captured him all those years ago….he could still remember that passion that tingled through him, the memory still haunted his body and he shuttered as Lusive ground against him.
There was no tenderness in his touch and he moved his lips down to the wound on the neck, past to the bare skin of the vampires chest, circling his nipples with his tongue, hands clawing their way down the Lusive's sides, stopping at his pants. With expert practice, he unbuttoned them and worked the cloth down to expose the hard length of flesh. His warm fingers lingered down, stroking his shaft with a heated passion.
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Post by Behax on Oct 25, 2011 13:34:24 GMT
When Ocatvius snatched his wrist back Lusive easily let ago, and almost as if on cue as he was called a ‘gluttonous piglet’ his tongue broke free from his mouth and the greedily licked up any remaining blood on his lips. His eyes were filled with a hungry desire and his body was coursing with the warm intoxicating blood of an angel. It had eroded completely at Lusive’s better judgement and left almost completely a creature of lust. His more reasonable and coherent thought having to fight through a whirlpool of lustful and drunken thought just to get heard, his sadness getting buried under the weight of it though still present.
The vampire grunted at the rough handling though didn’t complain it wasn’t something he was unused to. Lusive let out a soft groan as the angel’s tongue toyed with his nipples shortly followed by a hiss caused by the vampire sucking in air as he felt Ocatvius’s hands claw down his sides. His body arching into the angel’s as his arms reached out for the others back.
He let out a low moan as he felt the others fingers around his erected shaft, feeling the pleasure swelling up in him his nails dug into the angel’s back having become sharp under Lusive’s lack of control.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 25, 2011 19:56:39 GMT
Ocatvius moaned almost pleasurably as Lusive's long nails dug into the flesh on his back. He liked pain....he welcomed it. As if to reward the vampire, he allowed his tongue to meet his hand that was stroking the hard member. His skilled tongue flickered out around the head of his penis, before taking it into his mouth. He used his teeth to gently yet firmly scrape across the skin, he sucked and pulled, allowing his hands to rub the inside of Lusive's thighs, touching all of the right places.
He didn't want to bring him to completion. Not yet anyway. So he teased, taking a moment to allow the euphoria to subside before he started again.
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Post by Behax on Oct 25, 2011 21:07:28 GMT
A short spasm jolted through Lusive’s body as he felt the angel’s tongue around the head of his cock before taking the length into his mouth. Ocatvius’s method caused Lusive’s body to twitch and shiver with unexpected delight, the sensation of someone’s teeth gently dragging across his length was a new experience for the vampire.
He let out another moan as he felt the angel’s hands rubbing the insides of his thighs intimately, one of the vampires hands digging deeper into the angel’s back as his other reached out to grab the fabric of the couch to bring some stability to his bodies involuntary movements as it responded to the pleasure that Ocatvius was offering but ultimately denied preventing Lusive from reaching his climax before he wanted him to.
The angels blood running through the vampire’s body brought a light blush to Lusive’s face, something that wouldn’t have been possibly had the vampire not drank deeply previously. Lusive managed to hold back from begging for for, begging for the teasing to stop but he wasn't sure for how long he'd be able to manage that.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 26, 2011 14:37:18 GMT
Ocatvius refused to allow himself to taste this vampires seed….he allowed only one person that honor. After he had brought the vampire again to very edge of climax he stopped. With a smirk, he unbuttoned his own pants the rest of the way and forced the vampires knees to his chest, gripping on to Lusive's thighs with his hands nearly like a vise.
With no concern for his partner he pushed into him with his well endowed girth, moaning in pleasure and laughing in malice. Again and again he thrust into the vampire with reckless abandonment. He let go of Lusive thigh and began to stroke the vampire's cock in rhythm with his own thrusting, wondering how long he could keep it up until he drove the vampire mad with lust.
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Post by Behax on Oct 26, 2011 19:30:57 GMT
Lusive felt that if Ocatvius was to bring him to the very brink only to deny him the pay off even one more time then he really would be driven insane from the continual euphoria that had no release. Much to the vampire’s surprise the angel stopped and he was momentarily confused until his knees were forced into his chest causing him to emit a low groan at the rough handling.
He let out a gasp that slowly evolved into a moan as he felt the angel ploughed into him with no regard for gentleness or subtlety. If Lusive hadn’t lost his virginity in every sense of the word he was sure he probably would have sustained a serious injury just from the angel’s sheer forcefulness let alone his size.
As the angel feverishly thrust into him again and again Lusive felt his hand move from his own thigh to his hard length, he felt the hand travel up and down it with the same rhythm as the thrusting. He let out cry filled with ecstasy and desire as the pleasure he felt was now two fold that which he’d been feeling previously, he could even swear he’d felt his heart beat even just once in his cold chest.
The lust and elation he felt driving everything thing else from his mind, his sadness, his regret, his paranoia and his doubt, even that voice that had been warning him unrelentingly of his folly had been pushed from his mind. All his mind was swimming in now was bliss, lust and pleasure. And as he felt himself being brought to his upmost limit he desperately clung on not wanting to lose the feeling he was infected with. If he allowed himself release his body would calm down, his pleasure subside and all the things he didn’t want to think or feel would eventually come flooding back from the abyss they’d been pushed into.
But it was no use his body had already been brought to the brink and denied twice, it was not going to be delayed a third time. As Ocatvius continued to thrust into him deep and hard Lusive’s hand grip the others shoulder so hard he actually broke skin while his other tore into the part of the couch it’s gripped. The vampire gritted his teeth but soon let out a deep intoxicated moan.
His erection erupted splattering the vampires white essence onto the bodies of both men. Both his hands loosening their grips, his hand at the angel’s shoulder dropping and lightly brushing the vampire’s carpet. He lay feeling spent and panting not from his need of oxygen but from his body’s physical strain. His eyelids felt heavy but he managed to keep them open as he looked into the face of the man still looming over him.
((Fuck me thats long.........))
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Post by Grimm on Oct 27, 2011 3:43:19 GMT
Ocatvius thrusted hard, slamming himself into the vampire, laughing insanely as he brought Lusive to climax. Blood dripping from the torn flesh on his shoulder made him moan in pleasure as he gave one last, deep thrust and stayed there, releasing his corrupt seed inside the vampire. He howled in pleasurable moan, his chest heaving as he sucked in air.
And then it was over. The emptiness began to creep back in, the hallow and cold feeling tormenting him all over again. The passionate lust was gone, but the hunger remained. Ocatvius pulled away, collapsing on the coffee table before toppling off of it and on to the floor. He sat bewildered and dazed, wondering why he hadn't killed the vampire in the process, why had he allowed himself to bring the other to climax.
The angel eyed the vampire suspiciously. "Your damaged…..like me." He spoke suddenly re-interested in his bleeding wrist. He licks the still bleeding wound before approaching the vampire again, holding it over Lusive's lips. "Want some more?" He shook his wrist as if it was treat.
(( That's what he said. *clears throat* XD Sorry...that was too good of a joke to pass up. ))
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Post by Behax on Oct 27, 2011 9:20:56 GMT
'Corruption'
That nagging voice echoed around his head as Lusive watched Octavius’s insane laughter. In Lusive’s exhaustion it had managed to be the very first thought to filter back into his head. He groaned has he felt Octavius’s last thrust and then his release inside him. The vampire closed his eyes as he felt the angel withdraw from him and his weight lift off of him. He was trying to keep his mind clear and calm, now was the best time to claw back all of that self control not that his body had been satisfied.
"Your damaged…..like me."
Lusive re-opened his eyes, only turning his head a little to look at the angel. While he himself couldn’t deny he was most certainly damaged and broken he didn’t think it was quite like how this angel was obviously damaged. He turned his gaze to his ceiling.
“I don’t think it’s quite the same,” Lusive said having come of the opinion that this angel was beyond twisted, he briefly wondered how he’d become that way. But no Lusive himself wasn’t twisted just emotionally broken in places, and it was something he usually kept hidden deep down most people not even glimpsing the sadness that existed in the deepest recesses of his cold dead heart.
"Want some more?"
Lusive’s eyebrows knitted together into a scowl. He slapped the angels arm away and sat up; he knew if he kept partaking in the angel’s blood every time it was offered he really would lose himself to it. That exotic and intoxicating taste had made slaves of vampires older and more experienced than himself, he had no desire to lose himself completely and for the moment his mind was clear and he wanted it to stay that way a while.
He reached into his jacket that had been slung over the couch and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and his lighter. Lighting the thing after he put it in his mouth he took a long drag and then pulled the stick of tobacco out of his mouth as he exhaled a cloud of smoke. He looked absently over to one of his heavily shuttered windows thinking to himself how the sun must have come up by now.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 28, 2011 4:52:09 GMT
Ocatvius smiled when his wrist was slapped away, finding it interesting that the vampire declined the offer.
The lighter made a hissing noise as the gas fueled the flame, silver eyes locked onto it like the self-destructive moth. He was much the same, except the fallen angel had brought the fire to himself...it was much more poetic when his victims came to him so willingly....but then the angel guessed that he was more like the flame then the moth. Oh what did it matter.
The angel craned his neck as he began to look around at the items that the Vampire collected, shiny things, dull things.....a few things he though a vampire had no reason to own.....mainly a gun. But then again....
"Odd that you have guns....afraid of the big bad wolf?" He asked before laying himself out of the floor, staring up at the unfamiliar ceiling. It was curious as to why he still had no urge to kill this vampire yet, things seemed like he knew this particular undead from somewhere, which was just as curious since he often left no undead...alive. Inspecting his wrist again, he allowed himself to give it one last generous and dare he describe it as over dramatic lick, the wound healing quickly much to his dislike.
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Post by Behax on Oct 28, 2011 8:50:29 GMT
Lusive didn’t pay any attention to the angel as he looked over the contents of his apartment, he’d relaxed in his seat letting his cigarette burn away as he smoked it, his eyes closed as he sought to keep his mind empty of any real thought. Besides he didn’t mind people investigating his collection so long as they didn’t steal anything.
"Odd that you have guns....afraid of the big bad wolf?"
Lusive’s eyes snapped open.
“What a foolish thing to say,” he said putting his cigarette out in the ashtray on his coffee table. He pulled his trousers up as he stood up and looked down at the angel. “Vampire’s who don’t adapt to modern times and modern weaponry are fools.”
Besides the black market broker had never been much of a fan of the natural vampire weapons, he’d always found them to be lacking in some way. They were useful enough against humans but a werewolf could easily over power a vampire and there were much worse things than that out there, whereas most things could be injured with the correct human weaponry, and all of them could be hurt badly by a gun.
“A gun can be used to kill me easily enough, and the same can be said of anyone who seeks to make an enemy of me,” he said finally before walking around his couch and away from the angel, finally showing his bare back to the other, a black tattoo covering the space from shoulder to shoulder, the name Luciel with two black angel wings spread at either end. He scooped up his guns that he’d dropped on the floor there previously.
“You’re welcome to stay here as long as you like or to bugger off if you prefer, there is food and drink in the fridge,” he explained as he walked towards what was presumably his bedroom. Once he entered he closed the door with a snap. He hung his gun holsters over his head board. Disappearing briefly into an adjoining bathroom for a quick wash down, he had no intention of doing to bed practically dripping with cum. Tossing his clothes into a wash basket and pulling on a pair of pyjama bottoms, others might laugh but Lusive hated sleeping naked. With all that taken care off he flopped face down onto his bed and slowly entered a dreamless sleep.
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