Warning: NSFW! I spent a large portion of lockdown on ao3 after really getting into the fandom of a certain otome game. So…if you get to that part, at first, I wrote it lewder, but then I read something that reminded me I was getting distracted. -cough- Anyways, I still really liked my og version so you'll find it on ao3. Same username.
Anyways, this is my first NSFW-chapter, though so…please be kind or feel free to leave your death threats in the reviews below or in form of personal messages. Whatever floats your boat, you know?
To Victoria's relief, they had arrived just in time for the gathering. All the kindred in the audience were just getting to their seats. Since they considered such tardiness not part of their charms, they snuck onto the grand circle area of the theatre where only a few other kindred had taken their seats but none of them paid any attention to their late arrival.
Not like it had been their fault their plane had been late and they had really looked forward to catching up with some of the kindred of LA, too! Oh well. There still was some time later. Little had changed since the last time they visited, apparently.
Sebastian LaCroix was still the prince of this contentious city. The Anarchs were clearly less than enthused to be attending, but they were there, watching the prince strut left and right while he flaunted his power, reminding everyone that he, and only he, could grant anyone the permission of siring new kindred. A Ventrue and his illegal childe were on trial and Victoria frowned. The laws were truly heartless. In the end, they were still Toreador and could not help feeling bad for the young woman who would be facing her death so soon for something that had not been her fault in the first place, but they had to give the prince credit at least. He made a display of fairness in that even his own childe was not above the law and did not hesitate to end his own progeny.
Of course, the Toreador could guess how furious the prince must have felt when he learnt of his child's transgression. While the Anarchs constantly questioned his authority, any hypocrisy nor humiliation could not be forgiven. Clearly, that was still not enough to gain the recognition of the Anarchs, as they noticed more than a few kindred in the audience turning to look for Nines' reaction when the prince's childe's head rolled. Next, Sebastian announced the capture of a Tremere antitribu. Huh. Now, that was no small feat.
Maximillian looked as thrilled as one could expect at the idea of the prince having been the one to get his hands on a rogue magi. Now, it was the childe's turn to die, again, and they watched the other kindred in the auditorium instead. They couldn't bring themself to watch the act, but it turned out, Nines was just as willing as them and he heckled the proceedings.
A grin crept its way onto their face. There was something fun about watching LaCroix sweat. Almost everyone in the audience joined in protest against the beheading of the new born kindred. Jack must have found the whole thing just as funny as them as they picked up the sound of his typical, unrestrained laughter. The kindred around them rose from their seats in a display of defiance against the prince's planned ruling, leaning over the railing in front of them in an effort of making their discontent heard loud and clear. Victoria joined them with their own bemused, half-hearted call. "Boooo"…
Even from up here they believed they could see the prince's jaw clench as he watched the public reaction, but their participation was, of course, drowned out in the noise of everyone else's. In the end, the prince let out a hiss as he had to give in and let the fledgling live another day and Victoria's smile softened. They doubted the new Ventrue was truly aware of how lucky she was.
The Ventrue prince had hardly been able to dismiss the audience properly before the local kindred had already gotten up from their seats to leave the gathering. The Toreador followed their fellow kindred out of the grand circle and headed towards the lower floor where they immediately spotted the person they were hoping to see.
To their right, some other Anarchs were still lingering and a female Nosferatu, Imalia, was cackling over what a disgrace this prince was. The Toreador smiled and greeted her with a nod when they passed by and she responded likewise, albeit without a smile. That was the friendliest Imalia could get, really.
Velvet, a fellow Toreador who had attended the gathering unabashedly in her exotic dancer outfit, sighed and the approaching Toreador picked up the sultry sound of her voice as she was musing to her adoptive sire, Isaac, and a Ventrue, Victoria did not know too well, how cruel fate could be to such young blood. Her sire was about to voice his own opinion but before he could do that, he turned towards the approaching Toreador.
"Ah, you're back in town, I see!" The older Toreador smiled warmly at them, clearly just as glad to see them. "Won't you tell us what you have been up to this time?"
Victoria smiled, their short, fuchsia-colored locks at their temple swaying, as they shook their head amused before accepting a hug Velvet offered them in greeting. The rich, heady scent of the other's parfum seemed to immediately envelop them into its own hug causing a comfortable warmth to spread out in their chest. "My, you smell as irresistible as always, VV." Victoria commented with a smile when they parted.
"Flatterer." VV dismissed the compliment, her right hand dropping to her cocked hip as she smiled smugly back at her clans-mate and friend. Victoria's smile turned into a cheeky smirk at the response before they turned back to her sire again. "Like I always tell you, I do not see as much excitement out there as you think I do. Really, I merely follow some rumors only to find nothing but old dusty crypts."
"Oh, but at least you deal with plenty of other, far more interesting characters than those we have to constantly contend with…" Isaac said that in a tired manner that made them think he might be referring to the Sabbat, but then looked at them good-naturedly "…but if you want to keep it to yourself, so be it."
His childe interjected chidingly. "Isaac, I'm sure Victoria wants to spare us the gory detail of some of the seedier creatures they run into."
Victoria sighed amused. "Ah, not you too, VV! You'd see far less of me if my travels actually did live up to what you two come up with."
"In that case, we should be glad your expeditions are so boring as you seem to claim." Isaac responded with a low chuckle. "I'm about to head back. Can I offer you a ride?"
"Why, that would be so kind of you." Victoria purred, taking the arm he offered them. They bid the Ventrue and the remaining Toreador a good evening, watching her drape her arms over the kindred next to them and pulling him close to her when they left the theatre with the older Toreador at their side.
"Therese's gallery is going to open tomorrow. We should really swing by if you can spare the time." Isaac chatted in a jovial manner as they headed towards the garage. Victoria suspected his good mood was all due to the Prince's vexation.
"Only if she is not attending herself." They answered with an amused glance before looking away again. Their company must have spotted the way the corners of Victoria's lips had dipped down slightly at the mention of the Malkavian kindred and he admitted. "She might be quite stiff, but you know her art can be quite intriguing."
Victoria glanced at him again, her smile increasing, taken aback at how he seemed to know the Toreador's thoughts so well before they shook their head, agreeing with their clans-mate. "Her art really is not bad; I really do like it…but what is it with her always trying to egg me on whenever we meet?"
Their company chuckled as they entered the garage but they persisted. "No, really. Every time. I tell you, she has never said it but I know she considers me a sexual deviant for whatever reason, just because I do not fit in her neat, little box on what she considers a woman and it's like she thinks she's being subtle about it whenever she is alluding to what she considers my immoral lifestyle or whatever."
The male Toreador only smirked at them indulgently as he led Victoria to a steel-gray Bentley and opened the passenger's door to them. "Well, she is Malkavian, after all. If that is the worst she can get, then, I suppose, we can consider ourselves lucky."
Victoria got into the car and Isaac closed the door shut after them. They let out a huff and waited until the male Toreador got into his seat before they turned towards him and continued. "It does get rather tiring, you know? She's obviously repressing herself and taking it out on me." Isaac started the car as he listened and they let out another annoyed huff as they turned back to face the windshield before giving their driver a cheeky look, mischief glinting in their eyes.
"Maybe she is really the deviant here."
Isaac guffawed at that as he drove them out of the garage. "No, no, I think her sister has that territory covered."
Victoria made a hum, not quite satisfied. "If she annoys me so much again, I might just start a rumor. I have no interest in our clan's apparent favorite past time but this woman might make me indulge a little." Their arms were casually crossed as they watched the city pass by them with an amused smile.
Their clan-mate eyed them with a smile himself. "Now, now. She might actually take that joke very badly."
Their smile only increased a tad at his warning. Soon the many, differently-colored sign-boards of Hollywood surrounded them and the male Toreador took a right turn towards a garage where he parked his car.
"Will you be staying nearby again?" Isaac questioned somewhat hopefully as they got out of the car.
"Of course. Everywhere else would be too boring." The Toreador smiled as they walked at Isaac's side as he led them out of the garage.
"Oh, but you will join me for a drink or two first, won't you?"
Isaac smiled contently at their response, but Victoria made a hum in contemplation. "Only a few. I still plan on seeing a friend later."
The male kindred smirked at them; his eye still as keen as before. "A friend, huh?"
"Yes, actually a friend. A friend-friend, Isaac." They emphasized, amused at his insinuation as the Toreador raised their eyes to look up at the Chinese Theatre they passed to their right.
"And nothing more?" They both held in front of the gates of the theatre and crossed the road to reach Isaac's jewelry store on the other side. Victoria just smiled vaguely as a response, but the male Toreador frowned, as he thought they looked a hint wistful.
They walked into the alley at the side of his store and Isaac unlocked the door for them. His guest tried to ignore the sensation of their clan-mate's still lingering curiosity as they walked past him.
"How long have we known each other, Victoria?" he wondered with a cheeky smile at their back. Various different light sources elegantly concealed in the upper walls and a golden chandelier provided just enough light in the back office of his jewelry-store to be comfortable. The room was clad in an opulent style of crimson-paint and gold adornments but instead of an answer, Victoria sighed in a nostalgic manner as they walked towards a chocolate-colored leather sofa in front of a mahogany office desk in the middle of the room.
They let themselves drop onto it, her left arm draping over the back of it as they turned their head to look at their friend with a knowing smile before finally answering him. "Too long."
The male Toreador still smiled at them as he passed by them, walking behind the desk to withdraw two champagne flutes from it and placing them on the surface before turning around to busy himself with the mini-fridge that was concealed behind one of the wood paneling below the flat screen TV on the wall. He took out a dark tinted glass pitcher, filled the two flutes with a, to them familiar, dark fluid before carrying them to the couch where he took a seat next to Victoria.
They took the flute he handed them and took a small sip. Though the blood was cold, the taste was quite rich and Victoria hummed satisfied at the warmth that bloomed inside her chest. "You really know how to pick them." They purred, closing their eyes as they took another sip, letting it linger in their mouth for a moment, the flavor washing over their tongue, before swallowing. The taste brought forth the image of a vineyard in the south of Europe during a warm summer's day.
"Only the best for my friends." Isaac vouched, smiling at the praise as he took a sip as well, before placing his drink aside. He moved closer to Victoria, gently taking their drink and placing it aside as well, his right hand caressed the side of their face, his thumb gently rubbing along their lower lip.
The Toreador's eyes opened a slight amount at his touch and they smiled at him as they watched him with lidded eyes, clearly enjoying his touch. Their tongue flicked out to give his thumb a faint lick before they took the tip into their mouth, giving it a slight suck as a hungry glint filled their eyes. Isaac matched their look with his own as a low growl rumbled in his chest when he yanked their chin to him to claim their mouth in a rough kiss.
Victoria's lips parted slightly and his tongue darted past to deepen their kiss. His hand had moved to the back of their head as their tongues intermingled passionately but Victoria soon pulled away with a sigh, a strand of saliva connecting their lips.
For a moment all they could do was stare at each other as their chests both moved with excited breaths neither of them needed anymore. Isaac's eyes were dark with want and Victoria found themselves captivated by the way he looked at her, completely forgetting why they had pulled away in the first place. After a few moments, they shook their head, finally breaking the silence as they regained their reason. "I can't stay long…" They breathed but their lover's mouth moved over their neck as he used his body to push them down softly to lie on the sofa and the Toreador gave in with a pleased sigh, their hands moving to drape themselves lightly over his shoulders. Isaac smirked at the way he could make his lover melt in his arms. "Have I convinced you yet, my dear?"
"Ah…I'm not sure yet." The Toreador breathed playfully. Isaac growled at that and pulled at the high collar of their crimson Tang suit to mark more of their skin. Soon his hand glided past their chest to work at the knotty buttons of their suit and Victoria responded by tearing at his suit jacket impatiently, tossing it to the ground before the male Toreador pressed a knee between their thighs, rubbing it slowly against them while he undressed them.
"Isaac…Stop teasing me…" They complained, tearing his grey dress-shirt open, making him growl at their eagerness. He finished unbuttoning their suit, pulling it off them and throwing it aside before nipping them roughly at their collar bone, pulling soft noises out of them.
The male Toreador removed his knee to slip off his slacks and stroked himself in a slow, anticipatory manner. The sight made Victoria to slip out of their own pants quickly and he pushed his finger into them, moving excruciatingly slowly making Victoria's hand fell down to grip the sides of the sofa tightly at the sensation as their body bucked in a way to feel more of him as they cursed.
He withdrew suddenly, taking his hand towards his face as his tongue shot out to curl around his digit to taste them. "Delicious." he growled, eyeing their lover's writhing body with satisfaction. Victoria's eyes narrowed at him and their upper body shot up toward the male Toreador with an impatient hiss. "Isaac, I swear to god…"
But Isaac shoved them back down again. "Who's my little deviant?" His impatience was showing itself in the slight strain of his voice and the Toreador beneath him struggled again to meet him, but his right hand did not budge off their shoulder as he began moving himself against their body.
"Answer me."
The harsh tone he used made the Toreador ache with anticipation and they stopped struggling, giving in with a sigh. "I am~~~"
Finally, swiftly, he moved himself into them, earning a gasp. The nails of their right hand dug into his shoulder and he paused, watching his lover's expression. "Move, damn it!" They cursed impatiently and he smirked at them as he obeyed passionately, his grunts meeting the deep gasps from their lover.
All along he continued marking their chest while a litany of praise fell from his lips. "So beautiful…" They threw their head back at his attention as their body clung to his, his name falling from their lips over and over. "My sexual deviant." He held them tightly to himself with his left hand while the other started caressing their throat softly.
As he adjusted his angle, their back arched pleasurably as more curses fell from their lips. He took one nipple into his mouth, grunting in time with their moans. Their thighs gripped him so tightly and he groaned at the sensation. Their right hand dropped down to press at his hand at their throat encouraging him to squeeze them and he did. He could tell they were close and so was he. Another moment more and they came with a scream. Their lover continued a little more, listening to their whimpering sounds before finishing himself deeply into them before he slumped over them.
For a few moments they breathed heavily against each other before Victoria let out a pleased sigh. The fingers of their right hand started running absent-mindedly through his hair and the male Toreador hummed happily at the sensation. They could still feel their lover inside them and at the warmth that was starting to build inside them again, Victoria knew that if they did not make their exit now, they would spend the whole night together.
So, with a gentle push at his shoulder, they let him know to move. Isaac merely responded with a deeply reluctant hum, but obeyed when they prodded him again more firmly. They picked up his grey suit jacked throwing it over his naked back and he turned around to watch them dress. "Do you really have to see him today?"
Victoria couldn't help smiling at the sensation of their form being admired so thoroughly even after they had already indulged themselves so much in each other. "Yes, I really need to, dear."
The other Toreador hummed thoughtfully. "Hope he's worth it." Victoria, fully dressed now, understood their clan-mate was trying to get them to slip up but they simply smiled at him before walking towards him. "So insatiable." They chided, cradling the right side of his chin teasingly before bending down to give him a kiss.
Isaac raised his body to meet their lips, deepening their kiss as their tongues intermingled again. Victoria's thump pressed itself into his chin softly at first, but then firmer, almost warningly as they pulled themselves away at last. "Don't start anything you won't finish. " The male Toreador said with a smug smirk.
"Oh?" Victoria questioned, a mischievous glint appearing in their eyes. "You'll think of me, won't you?" They asked as their hand slipped under his jacket, that had slipped almost down to the floor again. The Toreador gave him a few light touches, delighting in the sharp hiss their act drew, before their hand slipped away again. With a light laugh, they left his lover hard again.
Outside, the Toreador appreciated the cold breath of air they drew. With a smile on their lips and a positively brimming afterglow, Victoria headed back to the garage to get their bike. There were many things they regretted about the man their heart had chosen, but his inferior sense of smell was not one of them.
On their drive to Santa Monica, the Toreador indulged in meaningless fantasies like what it would feel like to run their hand through his hair. As their motorcycle zoomed and weaved past LA traffic, Victoria thought about the way he looked at her, glad their love wasn't one-sided at least.
Not that that was a feat or anything, them being a Toreador and all…and yet, every time, they would avoid his eyes, lest they would get caught up in it. The Toreador would give up all the admiring gazes in the world that they drew and took pride in, from the undead and mortal alike, all the physical indulgences they and their clan-mates took part in, if only it would mean that the man, they loved, would always look at them the way he did. Their fangs dug deep into their lower lip at the greed that churned inside them.
Before they knew it, they had already arrived in Santa Monica, having already automatically parked their vehicle at the parking lot to the side of his apartment complex. With an audible sigh, Victoria got off their bike, shaking their head to get rid of their thoughts. Their indulgence, once again, left bitterness in their undead heart and while they were deeply grateful to their sire, sometimes, their clan's romantic tendencies was more of an annoyance, really.
Not for the first time did the Toreador scold themself on the inside for getting so carried away. The pointlessness of such imaginations was inescapable. There was no way they would act on them and that inability paired with the deep, deep love they held for the man despite it all, always made their heart feel so fragile as if it was on the verge of breaking. The excuse they used to see him, to buy more ammunition, was so laughable. Their main weapon ninety per cent of the time was a sword, for fuck's sake! Though the temptation was there every time, they doubted they could bear the idea of him not belonging to them fully, body and soul.
It was only the faint scent of blood in the air that really cleared the Toreador's head. Up ahead on the side walk, just before the entrance to the apartment building was a sizable blood stain. The sight did not alarm Victoria at all as they gave a resigned sigh. It was not the first time he wound up hurting himself that badly when dealing with one or two errands for the prince.
Only after they entered, did their concern grow at the much, much stronger smell in the air and the wide-open doors at the end of the hallway. "Mercurio…?" The Toreador's voice rang through with a shakiness that surprised even themselves. The gentle piano music playing in the speakers of the hallway held a strange sense of foreboding and without really being aware, they hastened their steps to reach his quarters.
The heavy scent that met them at the entrance was overwhelming, but even more was the amount of blood that was practically seeped into the carpet. "M-Mercurio…" Victoria choked, completely paralyzed at the sight in front of them. The ghoul laid completely motionless on his back in the middle of his living room, his vest and shirt revealing several knives wound to the chest.
"Mercurio!" They cried alarmed, running towards his body, cradling him to them. Their fingers went to his throat to feel for his pulse. For a moment, the Toreador could not sense a thing and they shut their eyes briefly, knowing at the way their ears were roaring around them that panic was getting the better of them and they harshly forced the feeling down before opening their eyes and feeling for his pulse again.
Their stomach dropped and they let out a horrified breath when their fingers still detected nothing, but then their ears pricked up. It was extremely faint, so weak they almost thought they imagined it but listening for another moment confirmed it. His heart was still beating. The vampire blood in his system refused to let him go just yet, but nevertheless, he could die any moment.
All sorts of thoughts crossed their mind at such a speed, that they had to focus not to freeze again. Vampire blood or not, there was too much damage. The ghoul wasn't going to make it, even if Victoria added their own. There was only one thing left that they could try. One thing that might save their love and potentially get them chased out of this city.
The Toreador's fangs grew as they bit into his neck, drawing whatever blood he had left, out of him. The sick kind of pleasure that tingled under the kindred's skin at the taste they had longed for so long, only made them feel sick to their stomach right now, but they forced themselves to finish what they started. With a rough bite to their right wrist, Victoria drew their own blood out, holding Mercurio up to force their blood down his throat. A part of them felt weak at how limp he felt in their arms.
"Victoria! What are you doing?!" A sharp voice broke the quiet of the room.
The Toreador's head snapped in direction of the door where a kindred with dark, middle-length hair and a brown trench coat stood, staring at them in shock.
"I didn't…" The Toreador's voice barely made it out of their throat but he understood anyways as he entered in a rush.
"Obviously not." He responded haughtily, kneeling before her. "Don't cry now." Victoria had not noticed the tears running down their cheeks until the Gangrel scolded them for it. His left thumb wiped them away roughly before his cleaned his digit in a tissue he got from his right pocket.
"No matter what happened, you can't be traced to it. You should leave now before anyone else arrives." He advised as he inspected the ghoul's body. The Toreador nodded numbly at their fellow kindred before getting up to leave, but he stopped them when it looked like they were heading to the door. "Through the window."
"What about you?"
"I'll take care of it. I just came from the prince so I should be clear."
The Gangrel lifted his head to glare at them impatiently when the Toreador still did not budge. They were frowning at his vague words. "Don't hurt him." They warned in a low voice.
"I won't." He scoffed before turning his attention back to the unfortunate ghoul. It wasn't like them to be so attached, but despite that, a small part felt sorry for them. There was no possibility of this ghoul surviving the Embrace. Not in this state.
Victoria is a katana-wielding weeb lol
Next chapter, it'll be back to a certain secretly new-born vampire-witch!
Constructive criticism absolutely welcome!