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Post by Behax on Feb 2, 2019 23:41:10 GMT
The longer Victor stood there, eyeing him like a hungry cat, the wearier Lucien grew. Their need for a sustainable source of blood appeared to be more dire than he first thought.....Had Victor really not had a real feed for 2 weeks? That was a long time for a newly turned vampire. So much had happened in such a short space of time that Lucien hadn't fully considered the young man's situation.
When Victor stepped forward, Lucien naturally tried to take a step back, however he already had himself right up against the table, so he had nowhere to go. He couldn't really make room between himself and the younger. He frowned a little at the question, the answer.....Was not a pleasant one.
"In a manner of speaking...I suppose so....." Victor certainly fit the criteria....There was something extraordinary about him, he had a gift that made him stand out, and on top of that he was isolated and clearly suffering from some kind of depression. It made him an easy mark. When Victor leaned forward, further invading Lucien's personal space the Dhampire began to lean backwards. His hands resting on the edge of the table to give himself some balance. "You need to get a handle on yourself," he warned.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 7, 2019 4:19:29 GMT
Even as Lucien pulled away from Victor, the hungry vampire leaned in chasing the warmth the dhampire left behind. Warm breath, even if it smelled of horrid alcohol lured him closer. His hands moved on their own, reaching up to touch the other man’s chest, fingers delicately tracing over the silken white shirt unbuttoning the beads as he went.
Lucien’s advice went unheard, all he wanted to do was be closer to the warmth that his body produced. He couldn’t help himself, he couldn’t stop. The steady beat of the Hunter’s heart baiting him closer. Victor maintained eye contact with Lucien, something the artist probably would have shied away from if it wasn’t for his vampire instincts taking over. The feeling of touching another person alien to his fingers. He wanted more, he needed more. “Let me…let me” There was a sinners guilt that rung in the begging whispers of the young vampire. Victor felt intoxicated by it all, aroused and confused; the drug blurring the lines between himself and the need swelling inside him. He craved for his lips to touch something other than the faux breathe that left them. He tried again to covet Lucien’s lips, but this time his hands slipped to either side of the dhampire’s face.
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Post by Behax on Feb 12, 2019 21:53:02 GMT
Lucien was taken a little aback by the fact that Victor continued to invade his space, even going as far as to unbutton his shirt. It was abundantly clear that Victor wasn't himself. Even in their short time together, and their limited interactions thus far, Lucien had realised that Victor wasn't exactly what one might describe as bold.
As their eyes locked, Lucien realised that he was face to face with Victor's hunger, and the beast it was turning him into. He didn't have control of himself, and Lucien doubted that the young vampire realised that his words were laced with suggestion. A power that many vampire's relied on to get what they wanted or needed from their victims. In his weakened state even Lucien felt the pull, and he could feel his own (admittedly lesser) hunger tugging at him.
Despite his own misgivings, and even guilt as he understood that Victor wasn't in control of himself, and would likely regret where this particular choice of actions was going to lead. He let Victor catch him. It was almost instantly Lucien realised....A mistake.....
A hundred years of sleep had left his body touch starved, coupled with the loss of his lover. Mixed with his guilt, grief and the alcohol in his system, meant that the moment he'd allowed Victor that touch, that singular act of intimacy ignited his own physical need for it.
He kissed back hard, and he hastily worked on removing his shirt completely. Revealing the deep scars across his shoulders, and encroaching on his chest.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 18, 2019 21:57:38 GMT
With Lucien’s return kiss, Victor felt the invitation to touch and explore the other’s body. The more their lips fought against each other, the more wound up Victor became. His own movements became a strangers unlike the awkward movements of fretting plucked flower that he was. Skin brushing under his socially deprived fingertips was just as exciting as being touched. He was hungry, he wanted to bite into that soft flesh as he kissed along Lucien’s neck and jawline but he waited, fighting back the urge for the scarlet liquid.
Chasing the warmth over the Hunter’s body, fingers unable to linger long before the cold began to nip at them. He wasn’t sure how his own shirt found it’s way off of his pale body. Even though they were similar in height, Victor’s body was the opposite when compared to Lucien’s; however with the vampiric strength he was in control of now made those looks especially deceiving. He shoved Lucien’s backwards and down onto the table top, hands working their way down over the scars across his shoulders and chest, down to the waistband of the Hunter’s pants.
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Post by Behax on Feb 25, 2019 18:07:48 GMT
Touched starved, Lucien's body arched and pressed into Victor’s touch. The coldness of Victor’s body didn’t bother Lucien at all. It was a touch he was used to, but also his body was too desperate for attention to care. As they continued to kiss each other, fighting for control. Lucien pulled Victor’s shirt off. In his haste he might have torn it a little, but that hardly mattered right now.
He sent books and scrolls scattering when Victor pushed him down on top of the table. The hunter dragged himself backwards so his weight was fully supported on the table. He didn’t need to dare Victor to follow, as the young vampire was soon kissing at his neck. He let out a soft, pleasured keen, tilting his head a little to the side, and leaving himself wide open. He could already feel himself growing aroused, his hands following Victor’s downwards and soon working his own belt open.
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Post by Grimm on Feb 28, 2019 13:54:48 GMT
Lucien’s soft wail sent a shutter down Victor’s spine and the way the Hunter moved his head to side, exposing his neck even more. The urge to bite came again and Victor was not in a position to stop it. The young man took a backseat to the young vampire. Palming Lucien’s crotch, petting and teasing through the cloth; the young vampire bit Lucien gently, however there was no denying teeth had broken the skin. Unlike before where he couldn’t stop himself from feeding, there were just a few quick sips before his mouth moved on down his neck following Lucien’s clavicle.
The belt was open now, Victor’s cool hand slipped down the high waistband, fingers finding the tip of Lucien’s cock and let his finger tip trace the sensitive edge of the head, teasing the Hunter even more. Victor had moved his mouth over to the dhampire’s perky nipple, ringing it with his tongue. Again he nipped at Lucien’s skin, letting the blood trickle from the small wound then lapping it up with his tongue
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Post by Behax on Mar 1, 2019 23:27:13 GMT
There was a pause in Lucien's breathing when he felt fangs singing into his skin. The overall sensation was familiar, but not the same as what he was used to. Instinctively he body knew this was not the same as with Garrett. He paused completely as he fought the urge to throw Victor off. Thoughts that were completely pushed from his mind when he felt the younger man palming at his crotch. He began to breathe again with a shuddering breath.
His breath hitched when he felt a cold hand teasing his half-hard cock. When he then felt the tongue toying with his nipple, Lucien had to brace his arms against the table. Supporting his own weight as his body arched into the attention Victor was giving it. His legs wrapped around Victor's hips, drawing him closer. If he was a different person, in a different frame of mind, he might have started to feel some sense of shame at this point, however Lucien was not that kind of person. He'd made his peace with his sexuality and desires a long time ago.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 7, 2019 14:00:10 GMT
Victor was watching this play out like a scene in a the theatre, but unlike the theatre he could feel everything. The taste of the dhampire’s skin, the sweet nectar that bubbled up from the flesh. Bloodstained lips continued to explore the landscape while he began to grind his hips toward Lucien when the hunter pulled him closer. Another bite, another oasis for the young vampire to stop at, licking and sucking at the wound.
His hand withdrew from Lucien’s pants, only to work the clothing open to expose the man’s cock. Grinding with his hips and fondling his guest until Lucien was firm. Down his mouth traveled, a tongue dipping into his belly button as he kept traveling southward, his slender body slipping down between the hunters legs, until his wet lips brushed across the head of Lucien’s cock. For a moment he teased with his lips, faux breathe cascading over the skin. A tongue slipped out tracing the same area his fingers had teased earlier before he took Lucien into his mouth and began to suck, his hand having moved to caress the man’s balls most gently.
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Post by Behax on Mar 13, 2019 16:59:37 GMT
When Victor rubbed up against him, Lucien found himself grinding right back. Loosing himself more and more to his own lust and need for intimacy. What weariness he had was gradually eroding away. He wasn't even paying attention to just how many times he felt Victor's fangs sink into his skin. The young vampire would have felt the way Lucien's muscles tensed and twitched under the attention of his mouth.
He twitched when he felt Victor's lips tease his cock. Taking in a sharp breath when the younger man took him into his mouth. He had to try hard not to buck into his mouth. His fingers dug so hard into the wood of the table below him that he left scratches from his nails in the wood.
His blonde locks had fallen into his face, a deep blush having made its way across his features.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 14, 2019 17:54:44 GMT
Victor sucked on Lucien’s length, his head bobbing up and down, taking breaks to let his tongue slide down the shaft, kissing around the base of his cock, while his hand stroked and teased the exposed skin, pulling the rest of Lucien’s pants off as he went. There was another bite this time, this time just in the crevice of where thigh met his groin. Perhaps it was instinct but with each sip he was careful not to take too much. The young vampire was driven by them at the moment, blood and sex…and blood. Victor would return to sucking Lucien’s length, each time trailing his tongue back and forth to feed. The Hunters blood tasted so much more exquisite that it had when he had first bitten him. This was euphoric, it was more than just the opium in his veins.
The next time Victor’s mouth being to pleasure Lucien’s cock, he brought his fingers up to rim the opening of ass, his fingers already slick with the precut from having stroked his own hard erection. The longer this connection continue, the more Victor began to see flashes of Lucien’s past and perhaps future, it was hard to tell with a man who hardly aged. Fingers teased and stretched Lucien’s tight ass until Victor was starving for warmth. Imposing his vampire strength on Lucien, he raised hunters leg up pushed him further onto the table, swinging it over him in one swift motion, so that the young vampire was still straddling one of the dhampire’s legs. Victor had climbed onto the table down and pressed the tip of his cock to the opening of Lucien’s warm ass, almost as if he was waiting on permission before slowly thrusting his way in with a loud moan and bite to Lucien’s shoulder.
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Post by Behax on Mar 15, 2019 22:17:51 GMT
Lucien couldn't help but to back into Victor's mouth as it pleasure him, groaning when he felt his lips leave his length. Only to arch forward with a sharp moan when he felt fangs sink into the sensitive flesh between his thigh and groin. If he wasn't already so deep into his own carnal pleasure he probably would have complained.
Victor would have caught glimpses of scenes of passion, Lucien pressed between two men, one thin with silver grey hair, the other more muscular with brown hair, all three of them in the throes of desire. Then Lucien in a dimly lit corridor pressed up against a wall my a familiar figure Victor might have recognised as Walter. This scene flowed into a horrific scene of Lucien Laying in his own blood, with Walter towering over him.
The hunter tensed but quickly relaxed when he felt fingers probing inside him. When he was forced further onto the table, books and papers were further scattered, and Lucien allowed himself to be tipped onto his back. Moaning when Victor pushed inside him. His hips rolling up into the young vampire as he began to thrust. Lucien's moans and gasps close to Victor's ear as he drank from his shoulder.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 19, 2019 3:01:20 GMT
Victor gasped and moan with each thrust into Lucien, clutching onto him like some kind of prey. He had never known this type of experience before and with each thrust forward drew another shudder of his body, his arms clutching the hunter, fingers roaming and skimming every inch of the muscular surface. The erotic scenes that flashed through his mind fueled the lust his body was craving, licking and sucking at the bite on the dhampries shoulder.
His hand slithered its way down to touch and stroke Lucien's length, finger tips running over the tip of his cock with each upstroke. It wasn't long until the sensation overwhelmed the novice and he climaxed, burning himself deep inside Lucien. But he didn't remain that way. Withdrawing, cum still leaking from the tip of his cock, he man handled Lucien yet again, this time back to his back, the young vampire straddling the older man. Using his own semen Victor slicked Lucien's cock before lowering himself down on the dhampire's length, his body shuddering while and pleasurable moan tore through the vampires chest, it was perhaps the loudest noise he had made so far in his guests presence. Lucien had yet to see the scar on Victors back, but he would no doubt feel the two long scars that ran down the length of the artist's back, as if wings had been cut from his back.
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Post by Behax on Mar 22, 2019 22:18:47 GMT
Victor's moans were echoed by Lucien's own. He shuddered when he felt Victor's seed fill him, and easily let the younger man reposition them. moaning deep in his chest when he felt Victor around his cock. He waited for the younger to start moving, before beginning to roll his own hips up into him.
He sat up, cupping Victor's face before kissing his deeply. He didn't care that he could taste his own blood on Victor's lips, and inside his mouth. It wasn't the first time. His throat vibrated with the moans that followed.
His hands went through Victor's long hair, before travelling down his back. In the moment he didn't think about the scarred flesh he could feel under his fingers, though he would question it later. His kisses were long and passionate, as he bucked up into Victor. His pace quickening as he grew closer to his own climax.
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Post by Grimm on Mar 26, 2019 18:07:27 GMT
Victor rocked back and forth along Lucien’s length, almost surprised when Lucien sat up and drew him into a deep kiss. It was a sensation that Victor was not use to, feeling his lips against another. Even to have come this far in this sexual escapade, the intamatcy of lips together there was still an awkwardness in hesitation in which it seemed that Victor followed Lucien’s lead, learning from the older man.
Still those vision passed through his mind, although now they were starting to blur. Although Lucien knew how to hold his alcohol, Victor was still a light weight. Even if he hadn’t drank all that much of Lucien, it was still enough to feel the effects. Euphoric from feeding, sex, drugs and now alcohol, his beautiful emerald eyes were starting to swirl with red, like blood in a crystal clear mountain pool. His breathing and rhythm matched Lucien, growing in intensity with him.
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Post by Behax on Mar 30, 2019 17:27:43 GMT
Licien held onto Victor tightly, his fingers digging into the skin of the younger man's back. His hips thrusting upwards with a quickening rhythm. His kissing turning rougher, more frantic, pausing only for breath. Unlike Victor, Lucien was still alive, he still needed to breath even if he could hold it for a little while.
He moaned as he continue to thrust up into Victor, his hands roaming the other's back, exploring, becoming familiar. Warm on Victor's cold skin. Eventually they made their way back into Victor's hair line, gripping tightly as Lucien's thrusts became harder. It wasn't long before the dhampire came with a couple of hard thrusts, and a deep moan against Victor's lips.
When he'd ridden his orgasm out he finally broke the kiss. Pressing he forehead against Victor's. Eyes closed and panting as his body trembled. He didn't say anything as he sat there, still buried in Victor. He tried to collect his thoughts, but despite only taking small sips of his blood, Victor had done it often enough that Lucien was now dizzy from it, the exertion of their actions, as well as the alcohol he'd consumed.
After a little while his grip on Victor' hair loosened. His hands slipped down to the vampire's waist and he helped manoeuvre him, so he could pull out, through he didn't remove Victor completely from his lap. Without really realising what he was doing, and with his eyes still closed, Lucien's fingers began to explore Victor's abdomen slowly.
He could feel that after 100 years, his body was thirsty for more. His fingers travelled up to Victor's chest.
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