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Post by Grimm on Oct 17, 2011 0:01:18 GMT
Ocatvios smirked watching the vampire struggle with self control. Despite his angelic nature, his mind had been twisted wildly by his exile from heaven. His will had been caught in a maelstrom of opposing forces, each whispering and calling to him to obey. And then he day came when he turned his back on all of them.....one day he became a renegade angel, a fallen one.
Somewhere deep inside he felt sorry for his vampire victim, having that blood lust and inhuman hunger being taken advantage off. But that is what happened to the weak....they died.
The angel caught the jacket that was tossed to him, frowning he put it on. Even now, in this sad state that the once proud angel had sunk to, he hated the constricts of clothing. The jacket was nearly a perfect fix, although it was just slightly larger in the shoulders. He followed his prey. Bare feet not making a noise as he walked along the cold ashpalt of the night.
"Ocatvius." He finally said, unsure as to why he would tell the vampire his name.
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Post by Behax on Oct 17, 2011 18:31:01 GMT
As he led the way through the dark streets back to his apartment Lusive kept a wary eye out. He didn’t want to run into anyone he knew, or for that matter anyone he didn’t, either way he didn’t think any encounters would end well.
He was also thinking about how much of a mistake he could be making. He was letting his blood lust and his emotions make his decisions. Despite how his body felt there was still that voice in the back of his head deep down telling him not to trust this man, that what he was doing was dangerous for more than one reason, as if he was playing with fire.
"Ocatvius."
This simple revelation brought Lusive out of his spiralling thoughts.
“Is that your name?” He asked without even turning to look at the angel following behind. As they walked the owl was following the pair from the skies high above.
It didn’t take long for Lusive to reach his apartment building, thankfully without any encounters, he entered the building briefly holding the door for Ocatvius, once inside he called the lift to take them to his floor.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 18, 2011 0:49:28 GMT
"Yes." The angel following, his mind psychotically skipping along with no particular plan in mind, stoic and calm although there was a craving gleam in his silver eyes.
Ocatvios noticed that the vampire seemed anxious about perhaps running into anyone. Very little escaped his keen eyes, even in the dark madness that loomed there. If he had to, he would punish the entire mortal world for his pain...he would destroy it all.
As silently as the owl flew over head, the angel knew he was there, like a paranoia that never quite went away. Like that creator silently watching him fall from grace, never once showing compassion. There was a hatred in his heart for his own kind...perhaps it was that animosity that had kept his wings white. To destroy the image of purity...yes he would burn that into Gods eyes.
Burn. His mind turned back to the vampire leading him back to his lair, wondering if there would a nest of them, or a lone vampire. Ether way he didn't mind although by the time there reached the apartment he was leaning toward loner.
Why had he taken his hunt so far? Madness, boredom, sheer morbid curiosity? In hindsight, if the vampire hadn't of pulled away he would of allowed him to screw till the sun came up and left him blanketed by the pile of ash that remained.
But now he was here, safe from the prying and scandalous eyes of peeping toms. "Do this kind of thing often?" Ocatvius was already removing the jacket....he hated clothes.
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Post by Behax on Oct 18, 2011 20:40:49 GMT
When the elevator doors slid open Lusive stepped inside waiting for Octavius to follow before hitting the button to his floor.
"Do this kind of thing often?"
“Something like that,” came the vampires reply, though he thought to himself that he probably did it too often. Though he liked his life to remain private that didn’t stop the people he took home from talking and he had amassed quite a reputation for sleeping around with just about anybody. Not that it bothered him it wasn’t like he was looking for anyone’s approval of his life and choices.
When Lusive had lost his wife Luciel to a damned hunter it had knocked him for six, then when he’d healed enough to find love again that life too was snatched away. After a third doomed relationship something inside him broke and he stopped getting attached to people. If he was to keep losing the people he wanted to spend eternity with then he’d rather spend it alone until the day he too was taken off of the world. Love only hurts you the more it slips through your fingers and the people you love are taken from you.
He breathed a heavy sigh filling the compartment with smoke, ‘how depressing,’ he thought. He hated thinking about the past; it always made him feel so depressed.
Finally they reached the floor they needed and Lusive stepped out of the elevator.
“Since your done with that can I have it back please,” he asked holding his hand out for his jacket when they had reached his door.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 18, 2011 23:00:42 GMT
"Sure, although I never asked for it in the first place." Ocatvius held the jacket out for Lusive to take back. The smell of cigarette smoke filled his lungs with that mortal pleasure he never quite got use to. That's not to say that the fallen angel didn't have his hobby of something stronger then nicotine, but that was when he was living dangerous.
Hell he was living dangerously, who was he kidding. Waiting for that right enemy to tear him apart, although he doubted it would be his present company. But the world was full of surprises.
"I'm surprised you've lasted so long…usually those who find me fall victim to their carnal needs….not that I mind coherent beings…" Ocatvius looked at the gash on his wrist, it had already healed close, leaving a thin line that was already starting to fade.
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Post by Behax on Oct 18, 2011 23:23:05 GMT
“Well thats true enough I suppose,” Lusive said taking his jacket back and then proceeding to dig through it for his door keys, it might of been necessary to have given the angel his jacket after all but it never hurt to play it safe.
Lusive unlocked the door and pushed it open, before either of them could enter, the vampire’s avian companion swooped in ahead of them surprising Lusive though he didn’t show it much simply started a little, he’d gotten so wrapped up in what was going on with himself and his angel companion that he’d totally forgotten about the bird.
He then followed the owl in, flicking on the light switch as he did illuminating the apartment. It was fairly obvious by the state of the place that Lusive lived alone and that he probably didn’t spend much time at home, the windows were also covered by black shutters obviously to keep the sun out during the day.
"I'm surprised you've lasted so long…usually those who find me fall victim to their carnal needs….not that I mind coherent beings…"
Lusive threw his jacket onto a nearby couch before answering, “Is that right? Well they obviously don’t have much in the way of self control.” Though he had to admit he was finding it hard to keep his thoughts together and himself under control even with the temptation of blood pouring from a fresh wound having been removed. “Though I’m not going to say it isn’t ....hard,” he admitted begrudgingly, now that he was hear he wasn’t sure what he should do, and he knew his self-control wouldn’t last long.
The apartment itself though messy as one might expect of an adult male who lives alone was also filled with unique artefacts and relics. It was obvious he was a collector of sorts though he usually obtained items for other people, or on a whim that he could sell it on later. None the less his apartment had some rather impressive and rare not to mention both dark and divine items.
His owl was perched on the top of a bookshelf filled with all sorts of rare volumes both normal and in some way magical.
((Feel free to make a move any time))
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Post by Grimm on Oct 19, 2011 3:14:37 GMT
Ocatvius eyed the room, that paranoia taking roost on a bookshelf of a wonderful collection trophies. He quickly grew bored, tired of being around the evil and not engaging in it. He wanted to end this game, but first to the carnal enjoyment…
The angel turned to face Lusive and was upon him in those most provocative way, crashing his lips against the vampires, turning on the heat again for something animalistic. He would let Lusive have his way with him for awhile before he would ultimately take charge of their sexual battle, but for now he teased with his angelic wiles, wondering just how long self control would win out for the both of them.
(sorry it's short! Just wanted to get it rolling. XD )
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Post by Behax on Oct 19, 2011 18:17:16 GMT
Lusive’s gaze had been dropped to the floor as he contemplated his next move; he absently took the cigarette out of his mouth and stabbed it out in a nearby ashtray. As he brought his gaze back up to his guest he was surprised to find the angel upon him and that barely a moment later said angel was kissing him on the lips. Lusive turned his whole body to face Octavius, leaning his backside against the arm of his couch for support as he pulled the angel closer to his own body. He opened his mouth for a much deeper and passionate kiss, forcing Octavius to do the same. As his lips locked with the others Lusive brought his hands travelling up the angel’s arms finally allowing himself to feel more of the living being than just his lips. ‘Warmth,’ He thought to himself as his eyelids dropped so that his eyes were only half open. He wondered briefly how long it had been since he’d done something like this with someone who was actually alive. As he took in the feel of the angel’s muscles under his hands and the taste of his mouth, Lusive could feel what self control he’d mustered crumbling away. Well what did that matter now that he was in the safety of his own home. ‘Dangerous’‘What is?’ ‘Corruption’‘I’m already corrupt’ ‘Not yours’‘Then who’s?’ ‘His’Keeping his internal struggle to himself, Lusive slipped his boots off his feet and decided that he selfishly wanted more of Octavius’s warmth for himself and pulled the angel even tighter into his embrace before allowing his hands to feel their away around the others back. Briefly he wondered what it was like to be a living creature, a warm creature to have the cold hands of the dead feeling their way across you so intimately. ((Just wondering is Lusive would be able to feel the remnants of when Octavius got lashed by Septimus. Though I'm also assuming such an event could happen more than once. Also I think this song kinda suits these two quite well so I thought i'd share XD www.youtube.com/watch?v=zHI_Kt9KJuU ))
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Post by Grimm on Oct 19, 2011 18:49:49 GMT
Ocatvius let sinister scheming leave his head the moment they started to get physical, the angel allowing himself to be man handled, his mouth opened to battle Lusives invading tongue with his own. Cold hands wandered his warm fair skin, traveling down a purposely forgotten past marked across his back.
The angel partook greedily of the vampires deathly chill, pressing against him and daring to kiss back with as much force, pushing Lusive backwards on the couch, as if challenging him as to who would be the top in their little sexual festivities.
The fallen one enjoyed these moments, they left his mind blank as he acted out passions and lust obsessed company. Perhaps feeling the cold against his skin made him remember that he was still alive and chased the echoes of his sin filled past away.
(yeah there are a few scars still there of ones that might of been deep. and that song is perfect! =D )
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Post by Behax on Oct 19, 2011 19:24:52 GMT
Lusive hesitated as his cold dead hands ran over the scars etched onto the angel’s back hinting at a history that Lusive did not know and possibly could not comprehend.
‘Corruption’ echoed the voice in his head.
Was this angel not as divine as he looked? Well that would certainly explain a few things. Again paranoia and doubt ran wild across Lusive’s mind but he was finding it easier and easier to ignore the more his emotions became ruled by feelings of lust, lust for blood, lust for warmth and lust for sexual relations.
This moment of hesitance had cost him however as the angel stepped up his game, kissing Lusive back more intensely, pushing the vampire backwards onto the couch causing him to land rather awkwardly on top of the guns holstered to his belt.
He let out a grunt of discomfort and his eyes closed and his eyebrows knitted together. He broke himself away from the angel as he manoeuvred himself around so that he could unbuckle his belt so that he could remove the offending item. He quickly pulled the belt off and dropped it over the back of the couch, softly followed by the holster and the guns themselves which made a heavy cluck as they hit the floor.
Taking advantage of his bettered position he managed to switch positions with the angel and roll him onto his back without allowing either of them to fall off the furniture. Straddling the other male Lusive pulled off his shirt, revealing the full extent of the scars that now looked a lot like claw marks on the inside of his right shoulder ending at the top of his chest, and also a small black bleeding X tattooed on the opposite side of his neck.
Then placed his arm just above Octavius’s head on the arm of the couch so as to brace himself and support his body weight as he lowered himself back down to once again passionately and feverishly kiss him on the mouth. He wasted no time, as if he was making up for the mere seconds they had just lost.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 19, 2011 20:46:21 GMT
As Lusive worked on removing his belts and holsters, the fallen angel took careful note of them. The human designed weapons could do serious harm to the angel, but that thought made this conquest more of a dangerous adventure. The usual company Ocatvius kept relied heavily on those natural vampire weapons…which always resulted in their quick defeat. The angel found himself back on the bottom, silver eyes tracing the scars before flickering to the X tattoo.
He didn't have long to linger on trying to figure out it's meaning before Lusive descended upon him, resuming their frenzied kissing. Now with his hands free, the angel placed his warm hands on that cold un-breathing chest, lightly raking his fingernails across the scars, mimicking the directions in which they went, before letting them flood down the vampires sides and stopping on his thighs that straddled the angel's hips. For the time being he was going to let Lusive be in charge, waiting for a good opportunity to mount a secret attack to retake the top position.
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Post by Behax on Oct 19, 2011 23:25:46 GMT
Lusive could instantly feel the warmth spreading from Ocatvius’s hands as they made contact with his chest. However when he felt the hands over the scars it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end and he shuddered slightly.
Though the wound was long healed it had been made by a werewolf and had an odd power of its own as lycanthropy didn’t generally mix well with vampirism, of course that wasn’t to say that all wounds inflicted on a vampire by a werewolf scared, they just had the potential too and vice versa. Though Lusive was thankful the werewolf hadn’t bitten him that could have gotten real nasty.
Still it left him with an odd sensation.
In an effort to push the lingering memory from his thoughts he kissed Ocatvius back more ferociously before giving a short sharp thrust, grinding slightly at the point where their bodies met. He then bent the arm he was using as support at the elbow lowering the rest of his body closer to the angel’s own. While bringing his other hand to at first to cup the other man’s face but was soon running his fingers through the others white hair.
It was then that Lusive’s mouth deviated from the others and he began to kiss and suck gently at the other mans neck, the manner of which made clear he had no intention of sinking his teeth in. Lusive never bit anyone without permission first, a small piece of his somewhat messed up set of morals he was somehow managing to keep a hold of despite how much his spiralling emotions was telling him to throw it to the wind.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 20, 2011 3:12:45 GMT
Those warm hands had felt the shiver that he had caused the vampire, a twisted grin tugged on the curve of his engaged lips. Ocatvius was no longer the timid and shy creature he had been once, after tasting the sin that was carnal pleasure, he had ended up drowning in it.
It was the only thing that drove the sadness away, chasing the loneliness that haunted him to the ends of the mortal world. The whispers were still there...the darkness begging to him sink deeper, his heart telling him to return to Septimus....and now and then, the soft melody of heaven calling out to him on the still wind. For the most part he ignored them, becoming wildly corrupt with the ways of glorious sin, stalking the darkness.
Lips departed each other, bodies sharing the warmth that Ocatvius had to give and the fallen angel let out a sensual moan as Lusive began to kiss and suck on his neck. He projected his hips upward to return the grinding motion, as if he couldn't take the teasing anymore, the angel made forceful play for the top position again while his teeth grabbed on to the vampires ear, threatening to break skin under the dull edges.
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Post by Behax on Oct 20, 2011 11:03:59 GMT
Lusive could feel himself loosing himself in the warmth of the other body, he wanted more of it, all of it, he was tired of how cold he felt. As he let go of his coherent thoughts and just let his body do as it wished, he became sure that had his soul not already been damned by his very existence than this angel whose hands had felt their way down his cold dead body would surely be corrupting him with his own desirers and lust.
The vampire was forced to stop his progress down the others neck when Ocativus made a forceful play for the top position. Instead of just letting him have his way however Lusive pulled the angels up into a seated position.
He let out a short moan when he felt teeth close on his ear; his hands gripped at Ocativus’s hair and back as the he threatened to break skin. There was something pleasurable about the sensation, though the vampire was weary of the angel ripping out one of his piercings’ and briefly wondered how that would feel.
As he couldn’t move his head much without the threat of his ear tearing he held the other body close instead as he began to slowly and gently thrust continuing the grinding motion from previously. And Lusive found himself inviting Octavius to be more forceful despite himself, all he wanted was more.
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Post by Grimm on Oct 20, 2011 17:53:59 GMT
Ocatvius was pulled into the seating position, letting his warm breath wash over Lusives ear and neck, pulsing with life. Hands traveling back to grab hold of the vampires hair, releasing the captive ear and moving to give the vampire the same pleasure of kissing and sucking on his next. Fingers entwined with hair and the angel tightened his grip to force the vampire back so he could better study the bleeding X tattooed on the vampire.
"X, marks the spot…" Ocatvius let the age old phrase escape his lips in a sinister whisper before sinking his dull teeth into the flesh around it. He was not bound by meaningless or personal morals, they had all died with him in the past. Besides he found it amusingly ironic.
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