The Vampyre's Widow A/N: Sorry that it took so long to get it up. It's 2:14am right now and I just got done proofing and beta-ing this thing to death. I still probably missed some stuff though. I don't care right now, Sayori-koi can proof it later.
The Crimson Wave
Chapter 6 - Aftermath of the Blood Bond
Written By The Vampyre's Widow and Sayori
The instinctual jab of dusk gripped the unconscious vampire like a vise. Emitting a sound bred from a growl and a hiss, Shido twitched and opened his eyes. A thick gray darkness surrounded him. Movement, any movement, was difficult. A heavy weight had settled in his bones, and his head buzzed with a steady stream of whispered conversations though he could have sworn he was alone. Slowly, oh so agonizingly slowly, focus returned its magical clarity to his eyes. Dazed, but now conscious, he lay there for a moment, gathering himself. He forced each muscle to tense, struggling to do so. After he relaxed the muscles, the weight left his body. But his head had yet to clear. He could not slow the chaotic flow of thoughts. Nor could he identify what he was thinking about. A gray river was running it's course through him.
"Cyric.."
Was that a thought? Had he said it aloud? Had someone else said it? His head was swimming.
The sound of rustling clothe and a purely physical groan answered the mental/physical inquiry. The Elder Vampyre felt worse then his soul mate did, dead weight settled over his body, centering on old injuries and new aches. His shields had crumbled, leaving nothing but a frame to indicate where they had been. Never before had he felt so...vulnerable and he didn't like the feeling.
Cyric let out another groan as a tiny movement sent the weight shifting over him. "Shido?"
"Here. I'm here. Tsku. Definitely here..." The last part descended into a grumble. He was almost resenting being awake. Concern for his mate pricked him like hot needles. Forcing his eyes to focus and raspily clearing his throat, Shido searched for the familiar body. Miniscule dots of gray had clouded the edges of his vision, but for the most part he was able to take stock of his surroundings, though simple pieces of furniture misled him about their shape. He discovered he was sprawled across a chaise, in a rather ungainly manner no less, alone. Probably why he felt so wretched. He needed Cyric near him. They needed each other's energy to have balance and health. Recovery apart was not possible. His search for his mate become hurried as panic blossomed in his mind.
"Cyric?"
He would have appreciated the artful blend of Italian and Spanish pieces had he not been preoccupied. A shimmer of fabric caught his attention, and there lay his mate, positioned gracefully despite his slumping posture, in a large, solid armchair.
"Cyric..!"
The bleached vampyre cracked open a sanguine eye, wincing as a shaft of dim light set off a headache. "Kill me now..." A red tongue flicked out to wet dry and cracked lips, erasing the last remnants of blood.
"Phh. Me first." He groaned and almost whined as he swung his legs down to the floor and tried to stand. He had a good second of standing before he tried to take a step and hit the ground. "Ittai!" After a pause he added, "We're not doing that ever again." He stretched out on the floor. He'd move later.
A brief wave of amusement washed over the tired mind. "Very nice throw rug..." The Elder agreed with the Youngling though, moving was painful and not a very good idea. It rankled him though, like a cat being rubbed the wrong way, with the vulnerability it caused. And he hated that.
Shido regarded him with tired, quiet eyes. The blue was deep, so deep it looked like purple had infected it near the irises. "Did you dream?" He hadn't. His mind had simply shut off. Black and gray and nothing else. He would have liked to have dreamt. Perhaps to give the experience a more surreal tint.
"No...thankfully no..." The last part was a mere thought, but with shields gone and Shido a part of him, it was as open as their talking.
Thinking was easier than speaking. His jaws hurt, his neck was on fire, and he had the damndest urge to cover his face up with his hands and sleep again. The pull of slumber was so strong and steady, it would be so easy to fall into a dream cycle.
"Are you alright?" His worry was palpable. If he felt this bad, god knows how bad his mate felt. He could feel some of it, but he could not differentiate between his pain and Cyric's.
Cyric shifted in his arm chair, the weight that had been easing away returning with a vengeance. "Just feeling my years, songbird." He managed a smile. "Nothing to worry about."
"Songbird.. I'd sing for you now, but it would be thoughts only. My head is sore, and mouth lax." He had given up on moving his lips. Thinking was just so much easier. He was working on stretching his fingers, but a yawn ripped through him stopping all other motions.
"That would be lovely, but I fear it wouldn't be appreciated right now." Taking deep, slow breaths and keeping his movements to the bare minimum seemed to be easing the weight off. Instincts still screamed against the weaknesses in his body and mind now as they would for a while.
Strength was slow returning, but return it did. He idly wondered how long it would take before he could move comfortably. He had the strongest need to touch Cyric, to be close to him. He'd try now, but it would end up being crawling, and that would be pathetic and very melodramatic. So he took deep breathed, willed his muscles to tense and relax, and waited to be able to move with severe dizziness.
If Cyric felt the need to be close to his lover, he didn't let it show. Slitted red eyes watched him though, appreciating him.
Without acknowledging his action, Shido hummed a soothing melody, the sound warm and relaxed. His eyes remained on Cyric, watching him steadily, enjoying the view as he lay there gathering his strength. Who would have known this would have taken so much energy from. He did not remember sharing blood with Cain to be so draining. But he did not remember the first time. The first must be the most traumatic, he reasoned to himself. His system had suffered such a shock, he could not remember what the taste had been. He ran his tongue around the inside of his mouth, but found no trace of flavor.
The Vampyre found himself relaxing at the Younglings humming. Muscles he didn't even know were tensed relaxed. The pain eased away and he felt a little better then he had.
Shido noticed his humming at the same moment he felt Cyric relax slightly. He smiled, picking up the rhythm his subconscious had started. It pleased him that he was able to respond to Cyric's tension in such a way without even thinking about it. A silly thing to be happy over, but he was.
The red eyes closed as he struck a counter to the younger ones humming. Where Shido could go high, he went low. To him, Shido was a flute and he was a saxophone or hand drums.
By that time the weight and numbness had lifted from him, considerably lightening his mind and body. A stretch felt so good he knew it had to condemned. Things so pleasurable were surely illegal.
The traces of his thoughts made him smile. The weariness hadn't yet lifted from his bones but he was very happy his bonded was feeling much better.
Better enough to sit up and quit humming. He shifted into song, a long forgotten aria, doomed from by unpopular and untimely opera. His Latin was terribly rusty, so he spoke in Japanese. Words were not really necessary. he knew the words by heart, as did Cyric now.
subete no boku no kokoro ga...
ima mo kimi o wasurerarezu ni ita
yoake no sora ga suki na kimi ga
saigo ni miseta ano namida o
hikari ni kazashite boku ni miseta
ano sugata no mama
Cyric absorbed the song, and parted his white eyelids to look at his lover. "Shido..." One heavy hand raised itself from it's resting position to wait for the violet-haired man. "Come here."
Nodding, Shido tensed his body in case grogginess returned, the volume of his voice lowering slightly. Surprisingly, he was able to stand easily. Walking was slow, very slow and awkward but he managed. When he reached his mate's chair he gripped the white hand. Instantly he felt better. Whoever had separated them to awaken was an imbecile. His voice lowered and took on a husky edge. That touch was exactly what he needed.
The aged figure pulled the lithe form into his lap. The scent of freesia and something much more intangible invaded his senses. He repressed a shiver, hand spasming around Shido's. It was not disgust but desire in the close proximity of the other and the relief in his own extensions.
It seemed that when Shido felt better, he felt better. That in turn made his youngling recover quickly. A neat, efficient circle. It required dependency, but a certain amount of independency to keep from being eaten alive by the more dominant personality. His siblings had discovered that side of the Blood-Share before they died. The image of their blank, drooling faces was enough warning.
"Nah!" A quiet exclamation, but in a quiet room like gunshot. The faces assaulted his tranquil mind. He twitched violently once, horrified. He pressed his free hand to his forehead, but the blank soulless eyes would not be driven out by a simple touch. "Tsku.." What.. who..??"
"Sorry...they were my siblings...they discovered the Blood-Share. Under circumstances, they went crazy." Shido held those memories as well, and if he wished too, he could find them.
Shaking his head as if it would help, he muttered "No. I don't want to see any more." He pushed his face into Cyric's neck, forcing himself to calm. Soon his closed eyes showed thick blackness to him instead of bottomless irises. He reached up and put his free hand on the other side of Cyric's neck, holding him and feeling the solid strength he loved so much.
Cyric suppressed another shiver as warm breath danced across his neck like the gentle caress of a lover. The hand that had been holding Shido's wrapped a lock of lavender around the pale fingers.
The heaviness in his bones was almost gone thanks to Shido. He shifted into a more comfortable position, enjoying the whisper of velvet on silk.
He had not thought to restart the aria, but the shift elicited a throaty purr. It felt as though he had slept for a century, away from his lover, cold and alone. To have him so close felt like a treat. Enjoying their closeness, his fingers stroked the pale skin beneath them. He would give a thorough tongue lashing to whoever had separated them. That had not been wise.
A throaty chuckle left his bonded's throat at the thought. To see his little songbird react like this was mildly amusing. "Don't kill anyone, little one." Cyric soothed, bringing his lover closer to him.
"Just a thorough talking to. VERY thorough." As he spoke the tip of his tongue flicked out between words. The familiar taste was so good after so long. His teeth brushed the sensitive flesh before he placed a chaste kiss there. "But I could be persuaded to say nothing at all.."
A sweep of silenced shock ran over his mind. He choked on his laughter, red eyes sparkling. "You are shameless Shido, love." Sensations caused by tongue and teeth flooded his body, making him quite tense.
Shido chuckled, rubbing the ear his hand had been below. His thumb and middle finger circled the lobe, the warmth they created spreading. Whispering incoherent syllables against Cyric's skin, he let his lips warm that spot. He had been so cold alone on the chaise.. Sharing this warmth pleased him very much.
A deep rumbling purr issued from the Elders throat, eyes half-lidded with pleasure. His own hands did not remain idle, one slipping through the lengths of purple hair, the other playing down his lovers clothed back. After the pain of waking he shouldn't have been able to react so quickly to this, yet he was.
Sitting sideways like he was, he wasn't much able to use the other hand effectively, but he was doing good for one handed. besides, he would fix the positioning problem later. He licked a favorite spot on Cyric's throat, nipping it afterward. His favorite part of Cyric had to be the junction of collar bone, shoulder and neck. That entire area thrilled him. Tiny shivers ran his spine simply at the thought of it.
The pale milk sugar lips parted under the touches of the red tongue. A sigh caressed Shido's cheek and a wave of want radiated from the Elders mind.
The lack of shields made it hard for him to direct it to just Shido. By the time they were done, his Children would be in the middle of a massive orgy. He stifled a laugh at the thought, it wasn't the first time that had happened, probably wouldn't be the last.
Shido smiled as well, and chuckled very softly before he pressed his lips to Cyric's. As interesting as an orgy sounded, he wanted only the one, not the many. The hot liquid pooled in his gut tensed his muscles instead of relaxing them. Heady passion made the air smell exotic- jasmine, sandalwood, something unidentifiable. The need to be close to Cyric had slackened it tight pull at one point but had returned now with a vengeance. Letting his hands stray from the shoulders downward, he told his lover without a palpable thought or words. His fingertips brushed the hard nubs beneath the shirt, circling them but never touching directly.
The delicious touches hardened the nubs, making the man straighten in his seat. His hands slipped past the barrier of pants to cup his lovers ass. Slim fingers squeezed and massaged the smooth flesh.
His breath drew in sharply, a hissing sound in the heated air. Nibbling the jaw line before him to distract his lover form the absence of his hands, Shido unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging his shoulders and maneuvering his upper body until the garment fell from him to the floor. He had squirmed a bit, shifting his hips and upper body while trying to get free. Those motions were quite.. stimulating in their own right.
Cyric knew that quite well, being the recipient of most of those squirms. His red leather pants were now way too tight. If he'd been alive, he'd have been worried about cutting off the circulation in his legs.
The hands on Shido's ass tightened, almost bruising. They pulled him closer into his body, needing to feel him.
A feral growl rumbled low in his throat. Cyric's need was not only plain to him physical but mentally as well. It was making it difficult to concentrate, once coupled with his own need which was so pressing in his mind. Rocking his hips forward, Shido pinched the nubs he had been neglecting to squirm out of his clothes. The pleasure and the pain.
Cyric hissed, eyes narrowing. "Shido..." The circle of desire was torture in of itself. He helped the Younger vampyre out of his clothing then worked on his own.
Shido had had to get up to do anything about their clothes. A coquettish smile worked his lips and had infected his passion-darkened eyes. He crooked his finger at Cyric, grinning almost evilly, and took long steps backward toward the chaise he had been placed on hours ago.
The older vampyre only smirked, relaxing into his chair again. He was feeling particularly lazy at the moment, even though want and need raged through his veins.
Shido raised a slender eyebrow. "Playing hard to get? It's futile, you know.. I think I can make you come over here." He was up to a good challenge. One hand on his hip, he eyed his master cockily. Someone was full of himself tonight.
Sanguine orbs studied one hand. "Really? You only think you can?"
"Oh yes.. I think I can." The smile he wore was quite terribly evil. "And all you have to do is watch." The song he began to hum this time had nothing to do with opera. Despite the wicked taint to his smile, the song he chose was quite modest for something so modern. Closing his eyes, he let himself move to the hummed rhythm. His hand strayed upward from his hip, fingers running over his side lightly, moving slowly over the unseen ridges of his ribs. He went all the way up to his neck and then started down again, fingers digging into the soft flesh where his neck and shoulder connected. "And when I touch your hand It's then I understand the beauty that's within. It's now that we begin. You always light my way. I hope there never comes a day. No matter where I go I always feel you so .." the words were soft and practically purred. "Cause you're everywhere to me.." His hand drifted low, passing the spot it had originally occupied. His breath hitched in mid-hum and his eyes opened slightly.
Cyric echoed the hitch in his lovers breath. His eyes were on the man, only on the man and would look no where else. He'd never seen his lover do this before, not that he didn't love it.
His hips moved into his own touch effortlessly, but he would not touch what he wanted of all most to be touched. It was clear who he was expecting to relieve him. He would wait, no matter how much he wanted to ease the hot tension in his muscles. The tip of his tongue darted out, quite cat-like, to moisten his lips before he bit the bottom one. The pressure he put on the skin increased as his hands, the other one having joined the slow teasing dance, moved near and around the center of his passion but never touching it.
One finger twitched. The Vampyre purred, not even realizing it. A brief image assaulted his mind of his lover.
That hand, that creamy, long-fingered hand, encircling hard flesh...the sweet deep moans of pleasure as he moved that hand...teals eyes gone gold at the height of the moment...
Shido's eyes drifted closed completely and he moaned, a low and needy sound. He combed his loose hair with his fingers, raking the nails against his scalp. Those shaking hands ran the length of his body again, making the tension in him worse but providing a slight and momentary distraction.
Cyric silently cursed the bond between them. He couldn't hold out against this mental and physical onslaught of lust. He was so close to leaping out of the seat to get his hands back on him, as it was they were choking the life out of the arm rests.
He would not give in and plead for his master, but he did gesture for him again, one hand raking its nails across his chest, catching the sensitive pink nodules and making his gasp.
That did it, that tiny gasp. Before he knew it, he was crushing Shido to his body, mouth hot on his. He asked permission, gained it, and set about conquering the sweet caverns.
Growling in victorious assignment, he met Cyric's onslaught happily. His dug his fingernail into the white skin, pushing his long body against the others. It was about time. He wouldn't have been able to hold out much longer. His head was swimming from need already.
The bleached Elder backed his lover onto the Cleopatra-styled chaise. Somehow he got out of his restricting clothing, sighing in relief as the tightness disappeared. Tearing his lips away from the now swollen ones, he nipped and sucked at the creamy neck.
Raking his nails down hard enough to draw a miniscule amount of blood, he ran his fingers down from shoulders to ass, digging his fingers in the soft skin. His hips pressed forward as he pushed Cyric's down. He was panting and a flush had taken over the pale skin of his cheeks. "Took you long enough.." he muttered between shaky, panting breaths.
The only response was a growl. Heady sensations ran from his groin to his head, making him groan. The scratches on his back made him arch, groaning again. Cyric was loosing whatever self-control he had, if he had any to start with. One hand, which had been holding his weight, grabbed Shido's cock.
Hissing, Shido squeezed the flesh beneath his hands hard enough that he drew blood. His arched, moving into the touch breath coming sporadically. He sought and found Cyric mouth, plunging his tongue into the wet heat. The free hand tangled in the pale hair, creating a gently tugging weight. His mind was spinning, hazy heat hanging long done away with any credible thought. He was all need and want and desire.
Loosing control was something Cyric didn't like to do, at least very often. His mental hands gripped the frameworks of his shields to keep himself from being lost in the emotions. If he did, they would be at it for days, and maybe never come back to themselves. That scared him.
His body was still teasing and pleasuring his lover, never staying long in one spot on his flushed form. Red marks decorated Shido's neck and chest, rapidly turning into bruises. His hands were smeared with his lovers juices. Stopping the teasing, he smirked down with red eyes. His red tongue flicked out to taste the fluids.
Moaning, Shido panted uncontrollably. He would be bruised for days despite his quick healing, and he loved it. He would bear the marks proudly, feeling every part Cyric's, and only Cyric's, possession. There was no one else nudging the back of his mind or terrorizing his dreams, for that he was grateful. He bit down, piercing the skin above Cyric's collarbone. He took a taste before licking the wound to close it. The heat form their bodies and the taunting touches were enough to drive him wild, adding blood so sweet to the combination made him shake all over. He pressed his body against Cyric's, yearning obvious.
Taking pity on his lover, he slipped the fingers into his mouth, sucking on them, savoring the taste of his songbird. Once coated thickly with saliva they traced the puckered bud of his entrance. Playing for only a short moment, he pushed one in, followed shortly by a second. They scissored and pushed, prepping him for penetration. If he was as lost as Shido seemed to be, he'd already have been pounding away inside him. Fear was a powerful anchor for the mind.
Hissing, he pushed into the touch, shameless about his desire. The tension in his body made his blood rush, singing in his veins. He needed this, badly. His eyes were open and focused on his lover's face, their color sharp as his gaze. He was not so far gone that he did not appreciate the beauty on Cyric's face.
Two fingers slid out to be replaced by three. They were there for only a few seconds before they left to make way for something bigger. Cyric pushed his lover down onto his back, hands gripping wrists and pushing them into the plush cousins. "Mine...my songbird..." The Elder gazed down at his lover for a moment, possession and love flaring in his red eyes.
As gently as he could at the moment, he invaded the hot, tight channel. Breath escaped in hisses, hands tightening. "Oh dear gods..."
"Yours," Shido murmured before the rough penetration made him cry out. Pleasure swamped him mercilessly. Body arching, he begged for more. This, this closeness was what he needed. He strained against the grip on his wrists, loving the strength that kept him from moving his arms. He adored that, Cyric's strength. He would always feel safe here with him.
Once fully seated inside, the Elder had to stop. He was being squeezed to death! Cyric buried his head in Shido's neck, slipping his fangs into his neck, under the pulse point. Sipping the seductive blood, his hips, which had been trembling in the need to stay still, pulled out to the very tip and pushed back in with all his strength.
Shouting some obscure foreign curse, he met the downward thrust with his own. "Oh god!" He had dug his nails into his palms, and the blood trickled slowly to his wrists and down to soak he heated fabric beneath him. Growling Cyric's name, he begged mentally for more.
He bit down harder as a shudder ran through his body. This was one part of his self-control he was very willing to drop. He gave his lover what he wanted, the more he needed.
A fluttering moan escaped him as he shuddered. When the world came back to him from it's spinning retreat, he purred abet, the sated feline once again. A smile curved his lips, and he murmured his master's name. His eyes held the same smile, a glimmer in the oceans of blue.
The Elder sucked in deep breathes, head resting on his lovers chest. He was enjoying the sensation of orgasm and the closeness of his lover. "Love you..."
"Aishiterou, koibito," he replied, rubbing Cyric's back with firm but soft strokes. A pleasant fuzziness had descended upon him, and he was very content to have his lover lie on him, so close. It was a comfort.
Cyric purred, rubbing his cheek against the smooth skin. A large grin spread on his face as he checked on his Children. Well...they were having fun! Looked like things had happened as he thought they would. Only a few minds were disgruntled at being a part of the activities and the ones caught by themselves...well...they took matters into their own...hands...
Shido chuckled, acknowledging the others. "I'd say we go and get an update on what has happened since our sleep, but.. no. Besides," he murmured, playing with the bone white hair, "I'm very comfortable." He was indeed. Sated, warm and comfortable.
"Mhm..." The Chaise was comfortable, Shido was comfortable and they still needed to be near another. This was the best ideal way to spend that time near each other. He raised his head long enough to fold his arms across the flat plane of Shido's stomach, resting his head on them. Vermillion eyes watched his lover, Slitted and glazed over.
Burying his slender fingers in the hair at the elder's temple, he smiled at the contented look. His thumb rubbed a soothing circle at the point where the blood was closest to skin, easing the hurried flow. Oh but I do love you, he thought, reveling in the ruby eyes and their shared bodily warmth. How he did. It felt so natural, so much more natural than the deal they had struck a while back. It felt like centuries ago.. The corner of his mouth tugged downward momentarily, but he refused to dwell on it.
The Elder raised his head to catch the palm of Shido's hand. His teeth nipped the skin, and then brushed his lips across it. Following the younglings thoughts, he agreed. They were synced, even meant to be. First meeting him, he'd thought him simply handsome. He'd had a job to do. Not quite a debt but a favor to a past lover.
The Vampyre wrenched the memories that came with those thoughts away from Shido's view. He wasn't quite ready to reveal that.
Banishing the depressive thoughts from him, Shido smiled at the gesture, warmed by it. "If you're not careful, you'll get more of a response than you're bargaining for, koi." Was that a mischievous glimmer in his eyes? Why, yes, it was, and it made the ocean waters sparkle.
"I always know what I'm bargaining, love." Cyric smirked.
"Oh? Don't be so sure." A gentle fingertip traced the curving line of Cyric's bottom lip while he nudged his hips upward.
Red eyes flashed amusement. "I'm always sure." His mouth caught the finger, pulling it into his mouth.
A long purr sounded from him. The fingers of his other hand tangled around Cyric's. He was biting his lip again, a sure sign of his excitement.
Tongue and teeth played with the slim length, taking all of it, right up to the knuckle. One pale hand curled gently around his wrist, holding his hand there.
Blinking slowly, he smiled again. The familiar tense heat was pooling in him again, spreading little tendrils of fire through his limbs. A pleasant tingling started.
Cyric held back a smirk as he did everything to that finger that he would have done to another member of the body. "Is my songbird becoming uncomfortable?" He practically purred.
The squirming of his lower body was a dead giveaway, but he still muttered a no, as unconvincing as it would be.
"Maybe I should move if you are...you keep squirming." Those milk sugar lips curled in a pleasant smile.
Raising an eyebrow, he practically dared his lover to move.
The white form stretched languidly for a minute. He sat up, red eyes glinting humorously. He took that challenge and slide off the chaise, thalia colored hair licking his sides and falling around his knees.
Growling in a tone mocking that of a predatory feline, Shido gathered his limbs under him and pounced from his position on the chaise. He landed squarely on Cyric's chest, a wicked grin on his face as his arms wrapped around his lover's neck and his legs around the slender waist. "Now why did you go and do that?" he asked, unhappily pouting to add to his statement.
Hands moved away from his sides to cup his lovers ass, providing support. "Because I felt like it..." Silently he added, "You're not the only one who can tease, songbird..."
Pouting, Shido looked down sideward, mumbling about something being unfair. Looking back at Cyric through his lashes, he ventured onward to say, "You've hurt my feelings. What are you going to do to fix that?" A corner of his lips twitched, the effort of hiding a smile obviously.
"Hm?" The Elder leaned against the wall, one brow raised. "I don't know..."
Smirking in delight of a challenge, Shido pressed a feather soft kiss to the edge of the pale ear before him. He flicked his tongue out for a taste. He purred into the cavern next to the place he had just tasted, putting a singsong lilt into it.
A shiver ran up and down the older mans back, making his hair stand on end. "Koneko..."
"Hm?" The Elder leaned against the wall, one brow raised. "I don't know..."
Purring into the ear again, Shido squeezed the slender waist with his legs. He couldn't comprehend this need for bodily contact he was experiencing, but he had to have it. It was a hunger worse than any other. He just had to. Had needed it since the moment he had awakened, badly. He stopped his lengthy purr only to nibble on the ear he had been infatuated with. He had favorite spots, and he revisited them often though he could be counted on for a surprise every now and then.
Growling a little, the Elder turned around, pinning his lover to the wall. His fingers dug into the dip of hip and waist, guaranteeing to leave even more bruises. The tip of his erection rubbed against Shido's entrance. He was poised to sheath himself in the tight body yet didn't.
A growl accompanied his smile when Cyric pressed him against the wall. Rough tonight, aren't we? he thought happily. Would he ever admit to liking things a little rough? No, of course not. Decorum demanded better things from a conversation. Placing his hands on the strong lines of his lover's shoulders, he raised an eyebrow. "Intending to make me beg? You won't get that from me.." Cocky for someone who had practically begged for it earlier. He knew that, and smiled self-assuredly, the tip of his tongue stroking the corner of his lips invitingly.
He only smirked. Hips started a slow rocking motion, flesh entering flesh, but never really penetrating.
A snippet of a moan left him, but he did not stray from eye contact. The wide blue expanses had darkened from passion considerably. He had lost the taunting smile, though, driven from his face by radiating waves of desire. He was biting his lip again. The bottom one would be very sore later.
A small mental wave of satisfaction made the Elder smile. He knew his songbird like the back of his hand. The Vampyre rewarded the man with a little more, enough for it to still be torture.
"Not ....fair....," Shido growled. He tightened the grip of his legs, keeping Cyric as close as he could. The need for his touch had not dwindled, not even minutely.
If only the poor man knew that his lover loved seeing him like this. The flush on his skin, the swell of his lip from biting it, flashing teal eyes...They were as powerful as the humans aphrodisiacs.
The perpetual flush was there, of course, and was heightened by the sporadic, panting breaths. He had drawn blood from his abused lip. Noticing it, he ran his thumb across the hot and pained flesh to gather up the droplets before licking the smeared remnants away. Cocking his head slightly, he brought his reddened thumb near Cyric, close enough to consider it an offer but not so blatant if anyone had been watching.
Pale lips closed on the stained appendage, sucking gently, in time with the rocking of his body. Cyric was getting close to just plunging into him again but held back, wanting to feast on his lover.
Smiling, Shido left his thumb where it was, enjoying the pressure, the suction and the warmth, and leaned his head back against the wall. He purred, long and low. It was not the contented purr of a fed feline, but the dark, demanding sound he uttered when the strings of his body were wound too tight. Only one this would loosen him, and he waited, refusing to beg, wanting to see how long they could both last this torture.
Cyric wasn't going to give in and he chuckled around the thumb in his mouth. Well...he'd just have to see how long he could hold out. Hands left his lips, body keeping him pinned in place. They skimmed over his chest, stroking the hardened nubs then went on to dip into his bellybutton. An evil gleam shone in his eyes as he dropped his fingers to stroke the skin behind his lovers testes.
Uttering a half-growl and half-pant, Shido's hips bucked forward. This really wasn't very fair at all. He told his lover so in his narrow glare and the teeth he dug into his lip. he would deny it later, but his mind screamed please nearly a dozen times. He felt as though his whole body were going to snap. Such exquisitely painful ecstasy could not last forever. "please.."
Cyric chuckled, releasing the appendage. "Since you asked so prettily..." He rested his forehead against Shido's, red staring into aquamarine. Hands went to the side of the pinned body, as he entered his lover with a hiss.
"Neyah..!" The grip on Cyric's shoulders tightened considerably. His eyes closed for a second, but he was quick to match the red stare. As much as the pressure of Cyric's grip and body would allow, he arched his back, hissing as well.
The Vampyre hissed quietly. He thrust into his lover, not holding back his strength. The poor walls would probably need to be repaired but it was going to be damn well worth it. He needed Shido as much as Shido needed him.
Growling his delight, Shido matched the fervor his pale lover poured into it. There would be marks on both of them afterward, and undoubtedly if the other children had not been busy, they would have rushed in at the calamitous sounds. Taken out of context it could sound like a serious fight.
Cyrus would have chuckled if he wasn't so busy. He didn't pay attention to anything outside of this heat, this desire, this love. Everything else was forgotten in the rush. Cain could storm his mansion and grounds and he wouldn't even notice.
Unable to hold himself back any longer against the onslaught, Shido stiffened one last time and cried out his love's name. Hot and sticky. They would both need a bath after this.. definitely.
Cyric wasn't finished. Shido was going to be very sore after this. Not too long later, actually minutes later, the bleached vampyre joined his lover in orgasm. "SHIDO!"
A cocky, contented purr left him. He was sore already, but it would hurt so much worse later. part of him was looking forward to that. Running his fingers through the liquid he had left between their heated bodies, he popped them in his mouth, smirking. He had yet to drop eye contact. He was quite the terrible flirt when he wanted to be.
Cyric growled in the back of his throat, red eyes watching. Damn his lover...
Arching an eyebrow, he looked at Cyric inquisitively, "Problem?" He spent some time removing the last of the residue from his nails. They were quite a contrast to his red tongue. Little pointy ovals of white and pale pink against vermilion.
"Not at all..." The Elder let his Youngling go, setting him on his feet. "A bath sounds excellent right now..." Now he could show Shido the hot tub he had.
Smiling up at him, he nodded. "It does. But where ..?" Speaking of where things were, where the hell were his clothes?
"It's a surprise..."
Lavender brows knit in confusion, he said nothing. Surprise? This place was full of them for him, but where did you hide a bathroom if not near a bedroom? And they certainly were not in a bedroom. This looked more like a sitting room, they had been grossly misused.
The older vampyre fetched their clothes, donning only his heavy velvet robe. "Here, get dressed, we're going back to my rooms."
Obeying without question, Shido slid into his pants. These would need to be washed later. He did not bother with his shirt however, or with buttoning the pants after zipping them, or the ribbon he had lost .... somewhere... somewhere around here. Putting a hand on Cyric's forearm, he signaled his willingness silently. A bath sounded very good at the moment.
The elder smiled, guiding his Youngling out of the dark sitting room. Noises permeated the air, sounds of pleasure. It seemed the orgy was still going on. Good, that meant no one would disturb them on the tiny journey.
Cyric led the violet-haired vampyre through the maze of hallways. He pointed out interesting paintings, sculptures and statues. On the second floor, as the landing merged into the hallway, to the side, was a small fountain of carved marble.
The figure was a female, with long flowing hair of red marble, with skin of white marble and eyes that were precious sapphires. From her hands poured torrents of water.
Every now and then he paused momentarily at a work of art to appreciate it's beauty. The fountain left him breathless. He had always had a soft spot for water, and the beautiful statue only added to the pleasure he felt.
Cyric smiled as his lover appreciated the fountain. "Hand made, a commission I requested of a unknown sculptor."
He almost reached out to touch, but he stopped himself just in time. He blushed, knowing the desire to touch was childish. The first thing a youngster did when it saw something awe-inspiring was touch it. "It's beautiful. you don't remember the sculptor's name?"
"Luigi...just Luigi. A bastard of a Roman noble, he wasn't given the family name."
"How sad.." To be denied by family was tragic, in his opinion.
"Don't feel sad, he found a family here."
At that Shido looked away, letting his loose hair shield his face from the elder. A twinge of jealousy pricked him like a hot needle.
That twinge of jealousy hit Cyric like a brick. "Shido?" He reached out to him. "Don't be jealous, he left a long time ago, he was never one of us..." Then he got it, he had to hide a small smile as he pulled him into his arms. "He never took a place in my bed, love."
Shivers overtook his rigid body at the contact. "Did I ask..?" His reply was gruffer than he meant, and gruffer than he actually felt, but he was trying not to show his envy. It was much harder now that the link between them was so strong.
"I felt." The Vampyre nuzzled his hair. "Luigi was more of a son to me. If you need to verify that, look. Besides, your my soul mate and blood bonded, do you need more proof then that that I love you and only you?"
"I know I know", the younger man whispered quietly. He turned his face upward and brushed his lips across the smooth cheek near them. "I am sorry. It's instinct."
The Elder smiled. "It's alright, songbird, nobody's perfect."
"Hm. Where is hat bath of yours?" He turned away again, waiting for a direction. He did not look at the fountain again, though.
The Elder smiled and steered his lover with a hand at the small of the back. The hallway grew darker with every step they took, till they were in pitch darkness. At the end were a pair of heavy oak doors, stained cherry. Dragons and phoenixes were carved into the panels, eyes ever watchful.
Cyric pushed open the doors, for there were no handles, and beckoned Shido into the next hall.
Trying not to stare too much, he was easily led. He could not help but stop and appreciate the doors, but he kept his observation time to a minimum. "How large is your.. our home?"
He pulled the doors shut behind him, sealing off his private wing. "Five floors, four wings, two basements. Five hundred square miles of property."
"Sugoi.." his mouth hung open a little bit, just a bit of a gape. He could appreciate the sheer numbers. "Five hundred?"
"I own more overseas but this is not the time for numbers." He gestured towards a gold colored door. "The bathroom."
"Where is my horse..?" He asked as he went up to the door and laid his hands on it. He had grown terribly fond of the creature, though he had not seen her for awhile.
"In the stalls, being pampered and spoiled." It was said with a chuckle. "Are you going in?"
He nodded, blushing, and pushed open the door. A petite gasp escaped him. He was fond of marble, and gold, and glass, and silver, and jewels, and they were all there in the same space. "Who on earth made this.." He had entered the beautiful room and was now trying to take in everything by making slow circles, looking from floor to ceiling. He hardly noticed the tub.