A/N: hey, guys, I'm sorry for the delay in updating, but I had a bit of a problem with my program and all my documents got deleted. I just got around to re-typing it. So, here we are - the last chapter of Vicarious Revenge!
Oh yeah, um... This one's a bit... yaoi-ed. Sorry, I really wanted to do it, and it's really nondescript. Besides, if ya didn't like yaoi you wouldn't be reading this in the first place, so get over it ;P
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"Domitius, I am proud to promote you to the rank of Silencer," Aerius told me, putting a hand on my shoulder.
I beamed back at him. "Thank you, Listener."
He turned to Emilia. "You and Arya were favorites of hers, am I correct?"
The two women in question nodded. The name Arquen hadn't been spoken since her death nearly three months earlier, and if she was to be brought up in conversation, she was always just referred to as 'her'.
"Then I shall grant you two joint responsibility for this Sanctuary," Aerius continued. "It is a bit unorthodox, but I'm sure you can handle it. At any Black Hand meetings here on, Arya will be the acting Speaker," Emilia looked rather put-out at this moment, "But you will have the same amount of power in any other matter. Choose yourselves a Silencer."
They glanced at each other for a moment, then broke into wide grins and literally jumped T'rajji. He let out a growl of distress as he hit the floor and Aerius rolled his eyes. He was trying to hold in a laugh, though, I knew it.
When the fiasco ended Rasei was the only one left to be promoted. Aerius turned to him. "You will now be the Master of the Sanctuary. You will welcome any new recruits brought to you by Arya and Emilia."
"Thank you, Listener," he spoke in his raspy voice.
With everybody promoted right after coming back from our respective missions, it had been a long day. A yawn from T'rajji's sharp-toothed mouth spoke volumes.
"It looks like you all are tired," Aerius observed. The genius. "Go on, sleep. You will begin your tasks in the morning."
And with that, we dispersed. My new position as Silencer entitled me Arquen's room, and there I trudged on lead feet. The exhaustion weighed on me for the next few minutes, through the entire time I shed my Shrouded Armor and pulled on a pair of breeches, but as soon as my head met the pillow it left me. I bored a hole in the ceiling, annoyed with the fact that I wasn't tired anymore and curiously pensive about a decision I had yet to make.
Aerius had already given me new rank, but I wanted something else from him.
So I pulled a shirt on and got out of bed, moving over to the trap door to Aerius' room. I lifted the heavy metal and dropped to the floor.
"You don't much like to sleep, do you?" he looked comfortable in his dark shirt and wide black pants, his feet propped unceremoniously on the edge of the table as he scribbled on a leaf of parchment.
I watched the white feather bounce as he wrote. "I want you to do something for me."
The bouncing stopped, and he looked at me with curious red eyes.
I walked up behind him and put my arms around his shoulders, leaning down to whisper in his ear, "I want to be like you."
He caught on quick, looking up at me with a small smile. "Really?"
"You said you wanted to taste my blood, here's your chance," I murmured, nuzzling my nose into the soft hair above his ear. "Do you think I taste good?"
"So you've finally gotten over your porphyriphobia?" he asked instead of answering my question.
I bit his ear and he shuddered. "Stop asking questions and answer mine."
"Very well, we'll see how you taste," he conceded. With that I got up and went back to the trap door, up the ladder into my room. As soon as I was out of the way he climbed up the rungs and picked me up, kissing me roughly. The metal hatch slammed when he kicked it shut.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hooked my knees around his narrow hips. He walked forward, dropped me on the bed, and leaned down to suck the skin over the vein he was supposed to be biting into.
"Aren't teeth involved in siring a vampire?" I asked, albeit weakly because I didn't care either way.
"I have a better idea," he said into my skin, then moved up to whisper said idea in my ear. A grin spread, unbidden, across my face.
It was a great idea.
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My body sang for his that night.
We were lost in each other, lost in the breathy moans and soft callings of each other's names. Sometime throughout the night the tie to his horsetail came undone, and I found my fingers lost in the mane of silky black hair more than once.
I was in his lap, my legs wrapped carelessly around his sculpted torso. My hold on his neck and shoulders was tight and needy; I was sure I'd drown in the heat pulsing through my entire body if I let go. His own arms were curled around the small of my back, holding me close as he nipped at my ear, neck and shoulder.
My pulse thumped loud and fast in my ears; surely he could hear it, probably even feel it. It wouldn't be long until he'd be tasting it as well.
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That pulse, and its promise to me, was the only thing keeping me from driving my teeth into the deliciously tantalizing vein this second. Most - hell, all vampires would jump at the opportunity of a human giving himself to their fangs. But that's what made me wait.
This was to be the last time I heard Domitius' pulse, I wanted to hear it beat like it never had before.
This was prior planning, of course, because I was far too occupied to think at the moment. There were three things I was really paying attention to - the warm body in my lap, the place where we met, and the steady thrumming between my lips. Peripheral awareness felt his hot breath on my ear, heard the wet slap of flesh against flesh.
He moaned loudly in my ear as I struck that little bundle of nerves inside him. I pushed him down on his back and thrust relentlessly, burying my face into his neck with a soft moan. Sithis, I could feel it... His heartbeat was pulsing through my body, growing faster and stronger, my bloodlust matching its pace.
With another thrust he tensed and opened his mouth, letting out a silent scream as he reached his high. My conciousness condensed to only me and him, and the hurriedly twitching vein that made my teeth ache just looking at it. I felt my eyes dilate as my attention focused sharply on it and, after a low, feral growl, I leaned forward and sank my fangs into his neck.
Instantly my eyes slid shut and Nirn slowed to a halt. Domitius lay stock still, probably with fear, but I barely noticed. I was too focused on the taste of his blood. All this time I had tried to get close to the red essence for so long now - pressing my face into his neck, sucking, biting on the skin above it - not just to feel the pulse but to feel the blood because it just smelled so damn good. But the taste... It was so much better than I had expected, even after having smelled it.
I could've stayed lost in that taste forever, my fangs lodged deep in his skin, that strong pulse pumping wave after wave of blood between my lips. But what brought me out of my bloodlust was the weakening of that strong pulse. Dammit, I needed to be careful. I wanted him to be a vampire, not a corpse. Slowly (begrudgingly) I pulled away, licking away the stray drops I'd left behind.
The first thing I noticed when my conciousness had returned was the damp heat between my legs. The taste of blood must've finished me - it was definitely pleasurable enough. So I pulled out carefully, furrowing my brows at the small noise Domitius made, and lay down with him, pulling him close and licking over the two pinpricks in his neck that probably hurt.
"So?" he asked quietly after I was almost sure he was asleep.
"So what?"
He turned in my arms, nuzzling his warm face into my chest. "Stop asking questions and answer mine."
"Ah," I remembered what he was talking about and lifted his chin. "You are utterly delicious."
He chuckled tiredly and returned to his position under my chin. In three days he would be a full vampire, entitled to every gift and power I was. His heart would be as still as mine had been for almost five years.
Although I had been excited to turn Domitius, to taste his blood and see that adorable amethyst color his eyes would be on the second day, I knew that I wouldn't enjoy the silence.
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A/N: well, that's another story I'm sad to see end. Vicarious Revenge was fun to write (especially knocking Arquen on her ass XD) and I'm thankful to my readers for staying with me. I'm thinking of writing a pre-game Dark Brotherhood fic with my new Dunmer character, Suleri :3
Until then, may the Night Mother wrap you in her cold, loving embrace. Like Aerius does.
-D0N, aka. J'zhirra