A/N: so in between boredom and writer's block for Kismet, I began to write this. Then I wondered, hey, why don't I start a story to stick all these moments of randomness in? So, here we are, An Endless Sporadic.

Chapter 1

Rating: M (yes, I write smut in my free time, it's terrible, I know.)

Warnings: yaoi, slash, whatever you wanna call it, extreme OOC-ness and dirty!Lucien. Vicarious Revenge-centric.

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Domitius dropped to the floor of the Cheydinhal Sanctuary, completely disregarding the ladder that led down from the well entrance. There was fresh blood on his hands (metaphorically, of course) and his tongue (that had been true a few hours ago), now what he needed was to get out of his Shrouded Armor and to see his favorite vampire.

He made his way through the Sanctuary, his steps silent as he listened hard for anybody's presence. No one occupied the living quarters or the training room, Aerius wasn't in his room, and the lobby was empty besides the Dark Guardian. Domitius was about to give up and take a nap when a near-silent thud reached his ears. A small grin spread across his face and he waited for the second thud, the third, fourth... Until the fifth sounded and he spun around, hooking an arm around the other's shoulder and pushing him to the floor. Aerius grunted as his back landed heavily on the stone, and Domitius laughed. "Not so silent anymore, are you?"

"I suppose not," the elder vampire chuckled, "How went your hunt?"

Domitius licked his lips. "Quite sating, indeed. Another soul has been sent to the Void."

"Good. Now let me up, for Sithis' sake."

With a faintly teasing smile the Silencer stood, holding out an arm to help his Listener up. The elder vampire took his hand and pulled himself to his feet. His robes shuffled quietly as he walked behind the younger of the two, wrapping his arms around a leather clad torso and placing small kisses along the edge of his jaw. "I missed you," he murmured.

"It's only been a few days," Domitius argued, albeit weakly since he liked where he thought this was going.

"A few days too long," Aerius growled, nipping a bit hard on his Silencer's chin. A gasp brought a rather sadistic grin to his lips. "Let's take this hood off, hm?"

The Listener's fingers reached around his neck to undo the clasp right below his jaw. Domitius didn't say a word as Aerius pulled back his hood, revealing chestnut brown hair pulled into a loose horsetail. He did, however, squeak when a warm tongue (the elder vampire didn't seem cold anymore, he was a normal, warm temperature now) traced a wet line up his neck all the way to his ear, where a few more kisses and nibbles were placed.

Wandering fingers quickly undid the clasps and latches all the way down his torso; soon the leather fell back to either side of him, revealing his pale, lean-muscled frame. A soft blush rose to his cheeks as he felt breath against his neck; he loved the feel of Aerius' teeth on his skin, he sported the rude bite marks on his neck and shoulders like medals. But just before those sharp teeth made contact (beautifully painful contact, he might add), the Listener pulled away with a soft chuckle. Domitius cursed as the feeling he wanted and anticipated suddenly disappeared.

"Oh, did I upset you?" he asked mockingly into the younger's ear, "My apologies."

And yet, his warm breath continued to remain a hair's breadth away from his skin - it was completely unfair! He wished the elder vampire would just bite him already, the feeling of almost getting bitten was so frustrating that he could've cried. Of course it turned him on, painfully so, and he was about to beg the Listener to stop teasing him until it actually occurred to him where they were.

"Aerius, we're in the main hall."

"Your point?" his nose buried itself behind the younger's ear.

"What if one of the others-"

Aerius silenced him rather quickly with a bite to the ear. "Arya and Emilia are meeting with the Bruma Speaker. T'rajji is on a mission, and Sithis knows what Rasei is doing. Besides, if one of them does happen to walk in, they should know better by now."

"If you say so."

"I know so," he murmured right before biting down harshly into his Silencer's shoulder. His body twitched, lips forming a satisfied moan as shards of masochistic pleasure shot straight into his groin. The elder vampire sucked on the spot, the pressure of his warm mouth a gentle contrast to the rather harsh treatment seconds prior.

Domitius' second moan, the one brought on by the soft, wordless apology, made Aerius smile. "You like that, don't you?" he teased.

The freshborn opened his eyes - when had he closed them? - and narrowed them. "You bloody well know that I like it."

"Let's try that again, without the attitude," Aerius whispered. Domitius didn't even have time to ready himself before the elder's teeth clenched tightly around the skin of his neck, probably hard enough to break the skin. He didn't moan in response to the pain; no, this time it was a full-out cry. He squeezed his eyes shut, arching into the hand that had - at some point - migrated to the straining bulge in his leathers. That hand began to move gently, squeezing and rubbing as he sucked at the bitten skin (which would most likely be a ridiculously bright hickey in the morning).

When Aerius' warm lips broke away, leaving his Silencer's body overheated and a tad confused, he whispered, "Now, did you like that, Domitius?"

"... Yes," the younger allowed himself that one word, though it was more like a hiss of pleasure than actual speech.

"As did I," the Listener murmured lewdly, grinding the bulge in his breeches against the cleft of Domitius' ass.

This brought a smile to the freshborn. "Shall we do something about it?"

Aerius grinned, "Indeed," but instead of taking him in the main hall like he expected he walked away. Domitius voiced his confusion and the reply came, "You were right, we're going to do this in my room. What I have planned is not for others to see."

And his body found that response quite agreeable, as was communicated by the shudder that ran through him. He followed the elder vampire to his quarters where... A man in black robes sat on his bed of stone. Domitius narrowed his eyes and the Listener growled, demanding the intruder's name.

"Now, now, Aerius, is that any way to address your Speaker?" the man said, turning to the vampire with a level dark brown stare.

Aerius' pupils condensed to pinpricks. "... Lucien?" he whimpered, "H-how... I... But you died, I saw you... I buried you..."

"I know," Lucien muttered. "Thank you for that, for ridding the Brotherhood of Bellamont, for disposing of Arquen... The Night Mother has allowed me to return to Mundus for a short time, I wanted to see you again."

Then his eyes flickered over to Domitius.

"Who is this?" he asked, but the freshborn didn't answer. He froze as Lucien got up and walked over to him, circling him with an scrutiny that made him uncomfortable.

"He's my Silencer," Aerius answered, and the human Speaker smirked at the way he said it. Or maybe it was the fact that he tugged Domitius closer by his waist.

And then Lucien noticed the reddening bite marks on his shoulder; with a lewdly curious tilt to his brows he had to ask, "Did I interrupt something?"

"As a matter of fact, you did," the Silencer grumbled before Aerius could say something stupidly polite to his not-dead Speaker.

"Hm, I think I'd like to play," the human mur - no, he outright purred it into the Silencer's ear - and it was all he could do to stifle the shiver that ran down his spine. "Aerius, would you mind if I borrowed your toy for a bit?"

"I think he'd enjoy that," the Listener agreed, and with that Domitius was out of Aerius' arms and into Lucien's. He tried not to look afraid, but dammit, something about this man downright scared him. He opened his mouth to protest but the words died in his throat as the elder male's lips closed around the skin of his neck and he sucked hard and oh Sithis this feels good...

At the strangled moan that bubbled out of his mouth Aerius chuckled and leaned in on his other side, lips close to his ear, "I told you."

And then he was sucking on that side.

It was too much; Lucien already had him gasping and moaning, Aerius was just making it worse (better). And then, when they bit down at almost the exact same time, oh, he nearly came right then and there. It was after that when the real fun started; at the absolutely amazing sound that Domitius let out Aerius himself moaned softly in his ear and ground his hips up into the freshborn's ass. This pressed his hardening member against Lucien's crotch, enticing another moan from the Silencer and even a slight gasp from the Speaker.

Lucien, looking up at Aerius for a split second, ground back, and a war ensued, both using the young vampire as a weapon of pleasure. Domitius was lost between them, unable to contain any whimpers that threatened to flutter between his lips. He was gripping Lucien's shoulders tight, moving his hips with whoever was pushing him at the time, a prevalent blush across his cheeks as he was left helpless between these two assassins. And Lucien was so hot... The human's body felt like an open flame across the front of his body, an open flame that had its arms wrapped around him as their hips alternated movement.

Then suddenly the support of Aerius' body behind him was gone, and he nearly fell. The Speaker's hold on his waist kept him upright, and he turned to his Listener.

Aerius crouched at the chest that lay against the 'bed', reached inside and pulled out a length of coiled rope. The Silencer swallowed audibly.

Aerius smiled hungrily as he tied the enchanted cord around his lover's neck. "This is your leash," he commanded, yanking on the excess for good measure. "You will do what we tell you to, nothing more, nothing less."

Domitius decided immediately that he liked this. "Yes, Master," the younger vampire purred, looking up at his captor from under lowered lashes.

"Good boy," the Listener smiled. "Undress me."

Domitius reached up to pull back his Master's hood, revealing a cocky, despotic smile. The dark robe, after being removed, hit the ground with a muffled thump. Aerius was left in boots, breeches and gloves, the latter of which he removed himself. After he pulled the leather off of each finger and finally the palms, he wrapped Domitius' leash around his hand a few times and pulled, an action of discipline. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No, Master," the younger whispered, apology laced through his voice. He kneeled to remove Aerius' leather boots and finished that quickly, but when he moved up to undo the Listener's drawstrings his leash was pulled. A curious red gaze met the controlling one above him.

"Not with your hands, use your teeth," Aerius commanded, loosening his grip on the rope only after the other muttered his normal statement of submission. It was amazing, he'd never seen Domitius like this before... he loved it.

"Why, Aerius, you've grown up quite a bit, haven't you?"

Domitius paused in completing his order to look back at Lucien. The human had removed his hood and robes, leaving him in a pair of breeches that trailed all the way down to his ankles. The bulge between his legs was quite obvious. His deep brown eyes flickered to the freshborn and he smiled; "Go on, do as your master tells you."

Aerius watched in silent amusement as Domitius leaned down over his crotch, opening his mouth and gingerly taking the bow of his breeches' string between his teeth. The simple loops fell apart quickly, and he moved on to undo the twist that, essentially, held his pants closed. A sharp canine hooked around the string to pull it open.

As he was doing this he felt Lucien's hands pull down his breeches. The Speaker whistled, a single low sound, and a sharp slap to his ass made him squeak in shock.

"I knew you'd do that," Lucien glanced up from the quickly reddening mound of flesh to his former Silencer as he spoke. "You should've seen him when he was human; his blush was adorable."

"Like yours," the human grinned as a slight shade of pink rose to Aerius' cheeks.

"What next, Master?"

"Now, Domitius," he purred, spreading his legs. He gestured to the proudly standing member between them. "Suck it."

Domitius' eyes seemed to darken and he licked his lips. "As you command."

With that he leaned forward and licked a wide, wet stripe up his member. Aerius sucked in a sharp breath, and a small sound of satisfaction came from the younger vampire. He kissed the tip, sucking on it a tiny bit, and a growl ripped out of the elder; Domitius tensed, expecting the rope to be pulled, but instead of being yanked back he was roughly pushed forward by a hand that had migrated to the back of his head.

"I said suck it, bitch," he growled yet again, and Domitius moaned around the cock that was halfway down his throat. Lucien chuckled.

"Ah, yes," the Listener moaned and hissed, his hips snapping up to meet his servant's lips. Domitius' mouth was warm and wet, the heated vacuum encasing his length as his tongue did ridiculously dirty things to the head. Each movement had Aerius purring with pleasure, and Domitius heard his nails scrabbling for purchase on the edge of the stone. He was a bit proud of himself for enticing such a reaction; he had only kneeled for a man once before and therefore had only that experience to go by. Apparently he wasn't doing too bad - the Listener had his legs spread wide, eyes shut, mouth open and letting out stuttering, broken noises of pleasure. He wondered if he could make him -

"Domitius," was all Aerius could hiss before he came, his hips jerking in spasms as he shot his load down the Silencer's throat. The younger vampire swallowed the four bursts rather greedily, and behind him Lucien murmured soft words, "Swallow it all, Domitius, that's right..."

He did as he was told and was rewarded by a finger, cold and slicked with saliva as it entered him. A soft purr escaped his lips as it brushed his sweet spot; he heard Lucien hum quietly and he prodded the spot yet again. Below him Aerius stirred, having recovered from his orgasm, and his hand came up to cup Domitius' cheek, "Such a good boy..."

"Yes, master," the Silencer murmured in agreement, opening his mouth when Aerius' thumb pressed against his lips. The elder vampire smiled at this; it seemed that Domitius rather enjoyed having a finger in both ends.

Lucien pressed another finger into the young Silencer, chuckling quietly when he arched against the burn the two digits created. The little wince Aerius gave didn't go unnoticed; Domitius must have bitten his finger at the sudden intrusion. He prepared the freshborn carefully, making sure to loosen the muscles little by little with each spread of his fingers. Eventually he entered a third, and the moan he received in response was so adorably erotic that it made his cock throb.

"Domitius," he murmured, his voice a shade huskier, "I have a task for you."

It seemed that he rather liked the thumb he was sucking on, and begrudgingly let it fall from his lips as he looked over his shoulder.

"I want you to pull Aerius closer... good, just like that," he praised as Domitius yanked his former Silencer forward by his hips, and his voice dropped to a low, husky growl. "Now eat him."

Aerius looked up at those words, eyes dilating considerably as his sire lowered his head... and a jolt of pleasure shot through his body when a wet muscle pressed against his entrance. A startled cry pulsed out of him, and Lucien smiled.

"That's right... keep going," he encouraged, undoing his breeches just enough to let his thick, dripping erection out. He spoke more, murmuring dirty words as Domitius licked at Aerius' entrance just to distract him when he grabbed his hips tightly.

Domitius was too occupied with lubricating his Listener to notice the hold on his pelvis, but he sure did feel when Lucien began to press into him, a thick organ that was scorching hot and throbbing with a quick, strong heartbeat. One hand moved to his shoulder, helping him pull in, and an odd strain formed in the small of his back. His eyes shut, mouth falling open as the hot cock began to fill him, fueling a long, loud moan and making his hands clench tightly against the insides of Aerius' knees.

Now Lucien took the long end of the rope from Aerius' hand and pulled softly. "Did I tell you to stop?"

"No, Ma-aster," Domitius murmured, though the end was drawn out into a moan as Lucien thrust in the rest of the way.

"Then continue."

With that the Silencer spread Aerius' legs with trembling hands, bowing his head to resume his task. The elder vampire made an odd sound in the back of his throat, something like a high-velocity sigh mixed with a moan that sounded a bit distressed. Domitius would've looked up if he hadn't felt the Listener spread his legs wider.

"See, Domitius? He's so adorable when he's writhing under your tongue, why would you stop?"

"Sithis, please don't stop," Aerius moaned almost in response. Almost.

"Yes, master," Domitius gasped his obedient words as Lucien began his pace. He did his best to keep his tongue moving, but it was hard when all he wanted to do was close his eyes and let the sensation of Lucien taking him reverberate through his senses. But Aerius' moans kept him tethered to reality, and with every thrust against his prostate he moaned into his Listener's balls. He was too hard, painfully so, and he felt pressure gather beneath his manhood as he neared his end.

"Ah, Lucien, please..."

He paused, and Domitius whimpered. "Tell me how badly you want it."

A desperate crease found its way to the young Silencer's brow and he literally whined. "I don't... don't want it, Lucien... I need it... Please, I'm so close... I need to come..."

"Very well," he purred and suddenly thrust forward. Domitius cried out, arching back against the hard cock. They both sort of forgot about Aerius, Lucien was too busy shoving Domitius over the edge and the Silencer was barely conscious, lost in the tide of pleasure that was washing over him. With a few more well-placed thrusts his chest tightened and white spots danced behind his eyes; his cock twitched and three bursts of ivory essence shot across Aerius' chest and stomach.

"Is that what you wanted, Domitius?" Lucien purred into the Silencer's ear as he caught his breath. He placed little kisses along the bright red bite mark to bring him back down to Mundus; he knew from the sound the vampire made that he was flying somewhere around Aetherius by now.

"Yes," the vampire sighed, his breath starting to calm as he recovered from his orgasm.

Lucien left the freshborn to himself and moved to Aerius, leaning down over the Listener's chest to lick the white drops away. The kisses traveled upwards, past his collarbone and still jugular to his lips. Aerius' body tingled; he had forgotten how amazing Lucien was. This was the first kiss they shared since he left S'krivva's house five years ago in Bravil, before everything was ruined. His tongue slid along his Speaker's, the contact wet and seamless and salty and absolutely glorious before the eldest assassin pulled away.

"Lu-" he began to complain, but dropped it when Lucien grabbed his hand and pulled him upright. The other was calmly but purposefully stroking his thick length.

"Knees," the Speaker ordered, his voice dark and sexy. The Listener followed his orders, turning around on his hands and knees before his former superior. He sucked in a soft gasp as a finger slipped into his wet entrance. It wasn't painful, or even uncomfortable, really, it just surprised him a little. Besides, it had been years since he was a bottom; he almost felt like a virgin again. Before he knew it there were two, and the unfamiliar burn they created was nowhere near unenjoyable.

Lucien smiled, twisting his hand slightly. Although he had only laid Aerius once, he had a good memory - necessary for men of his trade. If said memory served, pushing upwards right here would...

A deep shudder wracked Aerius' entire body, and the even deeper moan that accompanied the shudder would've made the Speaker laugh if it hadn't been so damn sexy. Even Domitius looked up at his Listener, curious as to what enticed such a sound from him. Aerius was left panting, the burn of Lucien's fingers spreading and the bliss of where they touched blending together to fuel the fire building in his groin.

"Ooh, Aerius quite liked that, didn't he?" Lucien teased, brushing the spot just lightly enough to make the Listener's cock twitch.

"Lucien, just lay me already," he said, though there was a bit of a whine to his voice.

"Yes, Listener," the Speaker murmured teasingly, pulling his hand away and positioning himself. One hand moved to Aerius' shoulder before he pressed inside, the push steady and slippery with Domitius' saliva. "You did a good job, Domitius."

"Thank you, master," he murmured, watching intently as Lucien entered his Listener.

Aerius trembled, his muscles tightening around Lucien's manhood. Sithis, it had been so long since he was laid... Small waves of pain flared out from his entrance, each in time with Lucien's pulse. The Speaker noticed this and paused, murmuring soft words to distract him from the pain. The low growl of his voice was soothing, and Aerius thought could feel it in his ribs. Before long it didn't hurt anymore, and the sigh he let out told Lucien as much.

So the Speaker began to move, rocking his hips back and forth within Aerius' tight insides. His hands were tense on the Listener's pelvis; he was still getting acclimated to taking it and his muscles tensed at odd intervals, enticing a small, breathy cry from Lucien each time. He pulled Aerius up to his knees, enjoying the moan that it brought on, and pressed warm, open-mouthed kisses all across his shoulders.

Warm? Please. Every part of Lucien was blazing hot, from his wet tongue to the grip he had on Aerius' hips to that pulsing organ he had buried so beautifully deep inside the Listener.

"You're so much better than I remember," Lucien panted into the vampire's ear, "Tighter, ngh - Sithis, so tight..."

Aerius looked over his shoulder. "W-was that an... an insult o-or a... complement?"

"Complement," he moaned, burying his face in the Listener's neck. "Domitius."

"Yes?"

"Knees, in front of your Listener."

Domitius did as he was told, his already-prepared entrance in the perfect position. Lucien shifted his hold on Aerius' hips, loosening a little, and thrust forward sharply. The two vampires both moaned in pleasure - the Listener, at the rather rough push against his prostate; and the Silencer, when the head of the elder's length entered him.

"That's right, Aerius, give him all of it," Lucien murmured dirtily, pressing the Listener's hips forward, "You didn't think I'd keep Domitius from your cock, did you?"

Aerius hissed, holding the base of his manhood as he was pressed into Domitius. There was no way he was ever this tight before; Sithis, he needed to relax. "Domitius, calm down, for Sithis' sake!"

The Silencer took a few deep, gasping breaths, gradually loosening his muscles around his Listener's thick length. He was okay, he could relax... Until Aerius thrust in the rest of the way and he tightened up all over again. The elder vampire gasped; Lucien's heated thrusts and Domitius' tight insides were going to make him come sooner than later. He could already feel the pressure gathering beneath his balls. He closed his eyes tightly and pulled his Silencer up to his knees, holding the younger's hips as he drilled inside.

Lucien didn't even notice he was mumbling an array of dirty words and lewd encouragement until they were interrupted by a gasp, one borne of the tightening of Aerius' inner walls. He gritted his teeth, hissing out a low Yess... and continued to pound into his former Silencer, each thrust burying him balls-deep inside the tight entrance. Before him it seemed the two vampires were in a similar predicament; Aerius was holding Domitius' hips tightly, jaw set, and the young Silencer was leaning forward on the stone, forehead braced against his right arm as his left hand pumped his swollen, dripping manhood. He wasn't even making sounds anymore, instead he let out ragged, uneven pants as his hand's pace quickened - matching that of Aerius - and his hips stuttered once, twice, three times before he groaned through clenched teeth and came all over his hand, chest and left forearm. A milky white droplet even hit his nose.

Aerius hissed, leaning back against Lucien's torso. His eyes were screwed shut, breath coming in even shorter snatches than his Silencer's had, and one hand came back to wrap around the back of the Speaker's neck. The little mewl he let out was more than enough to explain what he wanted; Lucien widened his knees a little and thrust up, effectively halting his breath and any ability to form coherent thought. A few more of those and the Listener fell apart - a deep, strangled moan fell from parted lips, his hips arching into Domitius' backside. The freshborn moaned as well, at the hot semen that was filling him. When Lucien came it was with a gasp that was also a growl, something low and primal that vibrated under Aerius' skin. Four bursts of liquid fire exploded between his thighs, and he couldn't hold back the moan that came out as a result.

After a few minutes of just breathing and trying to calm down, the assassins fell into a heap of tired limbs and sore joints, and it didn't take long for sleep to consume them at all.

...

Domitius blinked as he woke, his assassin's intuition recognizing the soreness in his back, thighs and ass almost immediately. He was between two others - Aerius in front of him, and Lucien behind. They were positioned so the Silencer's lips were lightly pressed against his Listener's collarbone, the elder's chin in his hair, and the former Speaker was curled against his back. It was comfortable, and warm, and...

Then his vampire senses kicked in.

As far as his hunger/thirst/whatever-the-void it was was concerned, Aerius held no interest to him. But Lucien... despite the fact that he had been dead, Domitius could hear and feel the strong pulse beating against his back. His eyes dilated and he licked his lips.

As carefully, quietly, slowly as he could, he turned around, inhaling deeply as he pressed his face into Lucien's shoulder. The scent of blood filled his nostrils and made his mouth water. With a small smile he inched over, a little bit closer to that pulsing vein whose beat seemed to thunder loudly in his ears. Just a little more... His teeth ached for a split second as his fangs lengthened, and a soft hiss permeated the air as he lifted his head to...

"Domitius."

He let out a growl of annoyance as he closed his mouth, fangs returning to their barely-bigger-than-normal state and the anticipation that had wriggled excitedly under his skin pausing in disappointment. At first he was planning on turning around and winning Aerius over with an array of facial and vocal expressions that he knew would work but then he noticed the deep brown stare before him; Lucien himself was awake.

"What are you doing?"

The Silencer swallowed, his throat dry from embarrassment at being caught and the fact that he'd gone almost a full day without blood. "I... uh..."

"You were about to bite me." No hint of a question in his words.

"... Yes," Domitius admitted weakly.

Lucien shifted, moving up to meet the Silencer's eyes. "I'll only be on Mundus for a short time. While I'm unsure how long it will be, I doubt it will be longer than a few days. I could stand to be useful while I'm here."

Domitius blinked, confused, but his body got the message. His fangs extended, protruding into his lips slightly, and when he opened his mouth to speak it took all the concentration in the world not to lean in and bite that second. "A-are you sure?"

"Of course I am."

With that he leaned forward, opening his mouth wide as Lucien bared his neck, and bit. The thick concoction of plasma and red blood cells that flowed into his mouth sent a shiver of delight through his body, and he adjusted the grip of his teeth to bury even deeper into the smooth column of flesh that provided him his sustenance.

It was different from any he'd tasted before, as he knew would happen; each person had their own distinct flavor. But Lucien's was in it's own category - instead of the usual metallic nature of blood, the Speaker's tasted bitter and sweet at the same time. He drank the crimson essence greedily, swallowing somewhere around six gulps before someone grabbed him by his horsetail and pulled him away with the quiet order of, "Enough."

He blinked a few times, coming out of his haze of bloodlust, and licked his lips. Even though his thirst was sated he couldn't help but gaze longingly at the two drops that rolled lazily down Lucien's neck. At first he thought it was the Speaker that had spoken, but both of his hands were in front of the Silencer, not wrapped around the tie holding his hair back. "Aerius," he whined, closing his eyes.

"Did you get the venom out before you drank?"

Domitius frowned, trying to forget the sour taste that always came when he bit. "Yes."

Aerius rolled his eyes at his Silencer's impatient tone before releasing his hair. "Good, but next time don't try to kill him. He'll only be around for Sithis knows how long, and I'd like to enjoy his company while he's here."

"Indeed," Lucien murmured, then raised a hand to his neck and cast the healing spell he knew. With a slightly distasteful glance at his palm, which was wet with his own blood, he showed it to his former Silencer. Aerius hummed and licked the sanguine fluid away.

The Listener lay back, resting his head on his hand, watching as his Speaker dozed due to the loss of blood in his system, and his Silencer curled up against his side with a full stomach. He had missed Lucien, quite dearly, in fact, but he had Domitius now. He was almost sure he actually loved the young vampire. But after seeing them together, sharing blood and sleeping with one another, he knew he'd still be upset when Lucien was gone.

...

A/N: so there's the end of the first part of my possibly-endless side stories. What did you think?

Some may run as tiny stories of their own, others as oneshots. I was considering making this a tiny story, unless you say not to...

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