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WARNING: Smex in the chapter. DumasxOC.
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Aaron was already up. Dumas and Lucian were still sleeping soundless, one on the couch, the other on the bed. The boy awoke at a quarter to seven in the afternoon and Perrault was up too, keeping him company until the others decided to leave the land of dreams. It was going to be a beautiful night without clouds, or cold wind blowing in the forest. The moon will be a perfect, white circle on the dark sky that night and with it, it will bring the most aggressive nights on the month. Aaron feared that Lucian and Dumas ended up fighting because of the high amounts of hormones and sexual frustration they will have. And it brought a doubt to the young boy. He looked at Perrault that was licking her paws and cleaning behind her ears, both sitting on the table, and asked:
"Did Dumas have a girlfriend?"
Perrault bit her paw in accident. She yelled for the pain, but Dumas only stirred, rolled and kept sleeping.
"Well, yes, he did, but not exactly a girlfriend.", the cat answered. She blushed when Aaron massaged her wounded paw. The boy could be cute when he wanted to.
"Then it was a man, right?"
"Certainly."
"Who?"
The Terrnnial waved her tail back and forth.
"It's hard to explain, and it will be hard for you, too.", Aaron opened his eyes widely. How he could be in it too? It was Dumas' private life, after all. Perrault sighted. "It was... one of the vampires you and Lucian fought four years ago."
Aaron giggled.
"I don't think Dumas picked Stoker.", Perrault couldn't help herself and ended up laughing out loud. Dumas and Stoker would do such a strange pair, she told herself. "That vampire sure was... ugly and fat."
"And had a bad sense of humor and his real love was alchemy.", said the cat. "No, it wasn't him, neither Edgard. That one was too young for him."
Aaron gasped.
"Wait, Rymer? The Margrave?", Perrault nodded. "Oh... I...."
"Don't worry."
"Yes, I should! Lucian doesn't know about it!", he whispered.
"He doesn't have to know either. It will bring painful memories to Dumas.", Perrault took her paw away from Aaron's soft hands. The boy narrowed his eyes.
"Even like that, he helped Lucian. Why would he do something like that after he killed his lover?"
"Because he changed a lot in four years, more than you think. One of the things he learned was to forgive.", said the cat sitting comfortable on the table. The Sun was hiding behind the mountains and shadows were consuming the forest at quick speed. "He apologized to me in the first place for acting the way he did and, surprisingly, he forgave Lucian for killing Rymer."
"Why? If I were Lucian, I would seek revenge. My father was a thing, but killing the person that will walk side by side along your life is something else. It's more important."
"Because he felt what Lucian felt when he lost Ella, his most precious person on the world.", answered Perrault and Aaron understood. Dumas was the first in taking from Lucian that person and then, Lucian took revenge without knowing. "After feeling what he felt.... well...", she sighted. "He was devastated. He cried every night for his lost, not caring if the others watching him do so. He was too sad about Rymer.", she looked back and Aaron followed her sight, spotting a dark purple cape folded on a little table at the end of the couch. "That's Rymer's cloak.", explained the cat. "Dumas always keeps it with him, since it has the vampire's scent still. It makes my master remember the happy times they spent together before Lucian killed the Margrave."
"These nights will make him even sadder, right?", Perrault nodded. "I'm so sorry..."
"It wasn't your fault or Lucian's. He was only eliminating the obstacles between him and Dumas, and Rymer was one of them."
"No wonder why it took a lot of time to... eradicate him.", said Aaron. "He told me that from all, Rymer was the most difficult one. I bet he didn't want Lucian to get close to Dumas."
"He was a jealous and possessive man.", remembered Perrault. "He used to take Dumas outside the castle, far away from Polidori's hands and the other vampires, to talk and do their stuff.", Aaron giggled. "Rymer often took Dumas to his mansion and hunt for humans, something master enjoyed doing, and have him all by himself, not that Dumas complained about."
"What do I complain about?", asked the sleepy voice of the former Duke. Aaron and Perrault jumped in surprise.
"I... asked about your... boyfriend and she just told me how you enjoyed going to his mansion and...", he looked the sad expression Dumas did. "I'm so sorry."
Dumas sighed.
"It was fate, I always end up losing things I treasure the most.", he said sitting up on the couch. "Even then, I still miss him. Did you know it was the first vampire that Lucian fought?", Aaron nodded. "I bet Rymer gave him a hell of time back then. He was a very strong opponent regardless of his appearance.", he turned his head and watched the cloak, smiling and petting it. "I liked his cape and always ended up borrowing it for myself, liking to cover my body with it.", he stood up and petted Aaron's head, to his and Perrault's surprise. "Enjoy your time with Lucian as long as you can, you never know when life will rip him apart from your side."
Aaron was about to respond when they heard a loud growl coming from Lucian's room. The dhampir was standing right there, his eyes glowing in bright red. His claws twitched in anger.
"Take your hands off of him.", spat the dhampir in low voice. Aaron and Perrault shivered, but Dumas did so. The sad expression on his face not leaving, but then, as he turned around again, he had his normal self again, as nothing had happened. Aaron thought how much he still missed Rymer's death and how much he had cried still for him.
"What? Already starting with the mating? Such naughty boy you are, Lucian.", said the former Duke, flopping on the couch once more. "The moon hasn't risen yet, you shouldn't be getting affected. Maybe you are just being... possessive, perhaps?", Lucian hissed. "Oh, I'm sorry! Did I make you angry? My bad."
"Dumas...", whispered Aaron. Dumas seemed to pick up a fight in the most disadvantaged moments of the day. The Duke noticed the boy's fear and decided to end the conversation with a snort. "Thank you."
"I just stopped because of you.", he said, standing up and walking of the cottage. Perrault followed. "No, you stay here. Watch over them."
"But..."
"Do it."
"Yes master.", Dumas looked up her and Perrault knew she did a mistake. "I'm sorry. Yes, Dumas.", the former Duke smiled and petted her head in good bye before leaving.
Once outside, the vampire could hear Aaron's reprimand towards Lucian and how the dhampir replied back, saying he didn't care. Dumas closed his eyes for a moment. He didn't care back then, too.
The forest, dyed in orange, was getting filled with the vampires seeking out for mate or for the ones that already did and were looking for a nice place to copulate. The vampire remembered nights like that, spent together in the warm of Rymer's arms around him, protecting him from others and making him feel secure, even if he was the most powerful vampire from the world. It felt nice to have someone that close to him, to protect him, to look over him. On night like this, he was the only one that could see Rymer's soft side. The moon would bring to the surface the sensitive spot in the fire vampire, a side it was reserved for Dumas only. He seemed to be a lot more caring, he loved to curl up with Dumas on bed or on the couch, even on the floor. He didn't care as long he had his arms around a part of the Duke's body. Rymer also loved to snuggle and nuzzle Dumas', since he loved his scent, spend all those nights with him, made love to him until their bodies screamed exhausted and then, just rest on bed (or wherever they made love that moment). One of the things Rymer enjoyed the most was Dumas' eyes when they opened after the lovemaking. He spent a lot of time watching them, in that tired but blissful state, shining in the dark like two precious rubies. Rymer couldn't get enough of those eyes.
Dumas never got tired of watching Rymer's eyes either, or watching him at all. He enjoyed too much his company and sighed a lot of times when they had to split over; Rymer staying in his mansion and he returning to the lonely and empty castle he ruled. He couldn't wait for the next time he was going to see him, wanting to kiss those spicy lips of his lover and feel that rough skin under his fingers. They were too attached to the other...
That day, he was in a happy mood. He was going to see Rymer after a long time being outside the castle, doing experiments in the Vambery besides Stoker and Polidori. Dumas was tired of them, knowing that they will not work if they didn't have someone who controlled the sun's powers like the gunslinger. He suggested that Virginia and Edgard captured a few to test the machine, and Polidori accepted. Before leaving, Dumas made Perrault tell the sibling bout the plan and he went to the castle, to prepare himself before Rymer's visit. He was too happy. Nothing could go wrong that day, nothing.
Dumas was about to leave his room when Perrault rushed into him, saying she needed to tell something urgent, that concerned Rymer. The Duke stood, waiting for her answer and when she, sobbing and trembling, said that the Margrave was dead, Dumas lowered his head and returned to his room, closing the door behind him, listening to his Terrennial's sobbing. She cared and liked Rymer, since he was the one that brought happiness to her master and was as sad as Dumas, but the vampire was devastated. Perrault could never understand the feeling of losing someone that close to you. He got away from the door after staying there for a few minutes and opened the door, seeing that Perrault was still there, still sobbing, still tearing Rymer's death.
"Come.", he said to his Terrennial and Perrault curled on his chest, crying and screaming in anger. "Let's go to the mansion."
"B-but....!"
Dumas hushed her up softly, putting a finger on her lips.
"Let's go to the mansion. He is waiting us there."
The vampire walked away from his room, went downstairs and ignored Polidori's calls. He and Perrault had something more important to do than knowing that Stoker's plan was a success.
New Culiacan was empty as always. The monsters were walking around, looking for intruders and leaving alone the class A habitants, those wearing the tight, black collars around their neck. Those were reserved to be Dumas' next food, and no one could touch them unless he said otherwise. He walked down the streets towards the door that separated New Culiacan from the rest of the infested cities. The heavy metal door opened at his command, and stepped outside the city. Once there, he traced with Perrault and both of them flew at high speed towards the mansion, seeing a Hunting armored plane going outside the atmosphere of the planet.
They landed on the backyard, Untracing. Rymer's scent was all over and Dumas was about to cry when he noticed a second smell, a very well known and familiar smell. It was a scent that belonged to a gunslinger he killed seven years ago, when he was still a Count and was fighting against Ratatosk to get the title of the most powerful vampire from all. Who was the gunslinger? It couldn't be Trinity. Dumas knew he was dead for sure. Who else accompanied Trinity besides that dog boy and the tanned skin man?
He feasted his fists and gripped his teeth. His tears were running down his cheeks, but he showed rage on his face rather sadness. He did, however, felt that emotion but deep inside him. Dumas was broke with Rymer's death but the scent told him who was the one that killed him. The one that was once dead, and revived thanks to Perrault's half, who shivered in fear at the streams of darkness Dumas was liberating from his body.
"I'm so going to kill Sartana for this.", he growled in rage. His palms were cut by his long and sharp nails, and blood poured from the wounds, dropping the red liquid to the ground. "I will tear him up and drink the very last of his impure blood. I will make him scream like a pig.", Dumas growled again. "Perrault, go with Schröndinger and bring that fucking Laplace down."
"Yes, master.", she said, disappearing from sight.
Sartana will have his payback for that. But for now, Dumas tried to calm himself down by walking inside the mansion to bring to the castle something from Rymer and held him close like he did in his arms every night. After looking around, he found his cape on the messy bed and took it, sniffing his scent. The sadness could more than the rage and he fell to his knees, crying out loud for the dead of his lover, wetting the soft sheets of the bed. It took him at last two hours to calm down. His eyes were irritated from all the water that poured from them, he felt tired and lonely. He wanted to sleep.
Dumas stood up and let himself flop down on the bed, curling up and hugging Rymer's cloak. He could almost feel his hands petting his always wild hair, or his face, flicking his nose in a tender way before kissing it softly and murmur how much he loved him. Dumas broke into sobs again, hiding his face in the pillows, muffling his crying.
"I will always love you, Rymer...", he whispered into the pillows, smelling his scent. It was too much for him now. He remembered how he lost his closest vampire friends in the hands of the gunslinger and now this. It was like curse on him that every precious person close to him ended up dying in a way or another. "I love you, I love you so much...."
Near midnight, he was able to return to the castle, holding the cape on his arms. His eyes were still irritated but he didn't care at all. He had his usual bastard expression on him. He knew that Perrault would have troubles with the Laplace and even not being able to bring Sartana down, it wasn't her fault after all, but he would be so happy if she did... Even today, he wasn't able to bring Sartana down. All his efforts were useless. Dumas sighted and stopped when he saw a vampire standing not so far from him. He didn't look as he wanted to fight but rather as he wanted to flirt, and the former Duke wasn't in the mood for it right now. Sure, he enjoyed flirting with others but the memories were too painful to bear.
"Hey...", said the vampire, now closer to Dumas. He looked up to him and couldn't say he wasn't handsome. The vampire was tall, thin and muscled. He had an attractive, young face and hair pulled up in a pony tail, his white hair shining under the moonlight. "Feeling lonely, aren't we?", Dumas had to bit down his tongue to prevent saying he was too hot for his own good. Damn hormones!
"Fuck off, I'm not in the mood to flirt.", he exclaimed, surprising the other vampire. He was sure the other was ready for a mate and was attracted by his scent and erotic energy, and couldn't understand his reaction towards him. "What?", said Dumas not knowing why the other vampire was still standing there.
"I'm really surprised by your answer.", admitted but moved closer, to Dumas' despite. "Why such cutie would have such dirty mouth, hm? Unless you are dirtier in more things than your mouth..."
Unable to help himself, the former Duke blushed. He hadn't blushed in so long that it felt awkward. He turned around, showing his back to the albino vampire.
"Like I told you earlier, I'm not in the mood to flirt."
"Mm, but you liked what I said, didn't you?", the seducing voice of the vampire almost made Dumas melt. It seemed so familiar to Rymer's tone when he wanted to bring the former Duke into bed. He was so easily seduced that couldn't say 'no' to Rymer's petitions, and perhaps to the vampire that now was trying to bring him to bed too. He could feel the cold, slim fingers of the stalker on his neck. Dumas couldn't restrain the moan that escaped his throat. It was the fist time that someone touched him that way, in that lustful way. His body forgot how good it felt. "You seem... pretty hot...", the husky voice of the vampire reached the former Duke's ears and he shuddered when the fingers of the other hand rubbed his left leg. "Isn't there something you would like to do right now, to get hotter than already you are?"
Oh, it was a sweet temptation that Dumas wanted to resist. But the naughty fingers slipped under his robes and were reaching his crotch area, bringing gosebumps into Dumas' back. He was blushing deeply like a tomato and only for a few touches. How needed was he? Were his hormones that desperate for intimate touch? The sudden hard he got answered his questions.
"I'm not looking for a new mate.", he said to the other. "So don't expect me to bond with you."
"Don't worry, neither I am.", the albino vampire answered. "I just enjoy this phase because I can get laid as many times as I want."
Dumas laughed and spun, holding the vampire's neck with his arms. He kissed him with hunger and pushed him to the nearest tree. Both of them drop to the ground, already turned on by the simple touches on each other's bodies. The moon did his part really well, Dumas though as he ripped the vampire's shirt with his claws. His nipples were already hard and that made the former Duke went directly to them, playing with the soft skin with his long fangs, enjoying the loud moans his partner made. Dumas was slowly remembering the sensations that brings sleeping with other, in this case, but also the warmness he felt when doing it with Rymer. On the back of his mind, he felt like he was betraying him, but since he was in a new part of his life, he needed that lustful feeling in him again. It's something that his vampire nature couldn't suppress even with the lost of his lover. He had to move on.
The albino vampire grinned as he torn apart Dumas robes, groaning when he saw the Casket Armor beneath it. He was going to have a hard time taking it off, but he got surprised again when his partner took it easily off, wasting no time. The vampire though that if he had to take it out, he would have wasted a lot of time with those plates and protectors. He thought that it was an useless equip but he had to admit it worked against the deathly gunslinger. He purred at the sight of the nude torso of Dumas and launched to it, kissing, nibbling and biting the heated skin, making the owner of it shudder and moan at those light touches.
It was bliss. The light touches made the former Duke gasp and arch his back. He had forgotten how good it felt. The albino vampire slipped the cloth that protected his sensitive skin from the armor and left him nude asides the vampire's arms that were circling around his waist, keeping him in place on his lap. Dumas also helped his partner in getting rid of the pants, socks and shoes.
"Oh fuck...", cursed the former Duke when the hands of his partner rubbed the insides of his legs. "I'm so needed that I can't wait!", the other laughed, biting down on one of the nipples.
"Then let me get rid of that need with all I have."
The vampire made Dumas arch on him and softly licked the erect member of him, making Dumas gasp and shudder at the sensation. The albino nibbled his stomach, traveling lower with soft kisses and bites, taking care of the base and then going up to the tip, licking it slowly, enjoying it. His sensitive ears caught up every small noise that Dumas made, getting as hard as his partner was. And just because of the sweet noises he was doing! He couldn't believe that Dumas wasn't looking out for a mate. He would be so happy with him by his side. But if the former Duke didn't want a mate, he wasn't going to force him to be one.
Without waiting, he took Dumas' member into his mouth, sucking gently and nibbling the tip with his tongue, running his teeth on it, feeling how Dumas shuddered at the feeling and how his throat made those deep moans that filled the silent of the night. While sucking his staff, the vampire also licked his fingers, coating them with high amounts of saliva. These fingers would travel and then slip inside Dumas, making him tense up before relaxing. After he cummed, if the vampire made him cum, he could use his semen as a lubricate and slip in easily, but for now saliva it was. The naughty fingers stretched him up, rubbing his inner walls and finding his asleep prostate, making him jump in surprise when the vampire found it, and moaning at the electrical sensation it bring after that. It was all well known but so new after so much time without that touch. He almost felt like a virgin in his first time.
The vampire made him cum into his mouth, and the former Duke bit his bottom lip, pulling the hair of his partner. It felt too good, too damn good. The vampire lifted his head, grinning with white trails of semen running down his chin. He licked his lips.
"You taste wonderful.", he whispered and made Dumas sit on his fully erected member. The former Duke shivered when he felt it inside him. "Mm, pretty tight."
"Ooh... That's because I haven't sleep with anyone in four years....", he shivered when the vampire moved outside and in again. "And I almost forgot how good this was!"
The vampire laughed and keep moving, enjoying the tightness of Dumas around him. The more he looked at him, the more he liked him. Contrary to himself, the vampire thought it found his perfect mate. He was just going out for a simple laid and instead he found that attractive, horned vampire walking with his sad smile in the forest. When he saw him he though what could bring him down like that, since it was a time in where vampires were too busy in their hormones to think in anything else. Seemed that Dumas was an exception.
He found the former's Duke lips on his mouth, claiming a fierily kiss, battling with their tongues, moaning in each other's cavities. The vampire speeded up, Dumas kept moaning, feeling himself getting closer and closer to his climax. He wanted to feel again the blissfulness of the orgasm, of the climax, of when the pleasure was too much for him to bear. He scratched the vampire's chest, hearing him groan but not really caring, and parted from his lips, hiding his face on his neck. His hands slipped to his back and his claws scratched the soft skin under them, making it bleed.
Dumas clenched his teeth, closed his eyes tightly. He moaned once more. He was too close now, too close that he almost touched it. His face was so red it seemed to explode anytime.
"Oh hell, yes!", he whispered, scratching the tree behind the vampire, who cummed inside the former Duke while he poured his semen into his and the vampire's torso.
"Damn...", the other mumbled. The albino moaned in satisfaction. That was a good laid, he must admit. He grinned as he rubbed Dumas' back, hearing his heavy and quick pants. "Did I get rid of your needs now?"
The former Duke snickered. His true, lustful self showed up with that first copulating and he wasn't going to let the vampire get away with only that. He wanted more and he was going to have it even if he had to rape the vampire that invited him to do so. His lust was awake once more and his mind was blinded by it.
"Oh no, not yet.", he answered, licking his lips. "I'm a man of strong appetite, and it seems I need more than this."
"I don't mind staying up all night and fucking you like this.", said the vampire too interested in that new face of his partner. "I would love to, in fact."
Dumas purred and laid on the ground, arching from it and moaning, imagining the feeling on him once more. That got the other on his body a second time, and was already biting his neck and finding sensitive places that made Dumas moan even more. With his inhuman strength, he made his partner roll on the ground, now him being on the albino vampire. He traveled down his torso, ignoring the hard nipples on his way, and ended up taking the still erected member of the vampire, taking it with his mouth and sucking gently but quickly, nibbling the tip and running his teeth like the vampire did with his own. He heard him gasp and moan loudly, arching from the ground to met Dumas' hot mouth and get more of that sweet feeling. The albino bit his finger to muffle his moan when he came into the other's mouth, relaxing for a few seconds before tensing again. He felt Dumas' fingers in him, coated with his own semen, stretching up his inner walls like he did with him.
Dumas didn't waste too much time in the lubricating so, as the vampire seemed ready, he lifted his legs and penetrated him with force, hearing him moan in pleasure. The former Duke shuddered at the feeling of tightness around his member. He had to admit it felt terrible good. He remembered, in the moments his mind wasn't that busy in fucking the other, how Rymer would let him take him as he wanted. He remembered Rymer's tightness and that made him thrust down hard on the albino, who gripped his teeth, drooling at the burning sensation that rushed on all his body. He swore he hadn't such laid in such long, but very long time.
The albino arched from the ground when he felt the tip rub against his prostate, electing a high tone that muffled with Dumas' lips on his own. The ecstasy was near an end, and both of them knew. The albino tightened around the former Duke and he gasped at the sudden sensation, thrusting back too hard for his own good, increasing his speeds of thrusting and wanting to empty himself into that hot cavern.
"AH!", gasped the vampire, scratching Dumas back with his claws. His cum poured from his still erected member and split on his torso, while the former's Duke ones filled his insides. "Aah... ah shit...", he had the sudden urge to bond with Dumas, but this wasn't really thinking in bonding with him. The albino wasn't his type at all.
"Still want more? Because I'm just warming up.", he grinned, licking the cum from the albino's torso and swallowing it.
The albino returned the smirk and nodded.
It was near five in the morning when Dumas returned to the cottage. The clear of the day was showing up, saying to all night creatures that the burning Sun was getting close to his rise and they should go and look for a refuge. The former Duke didn't pay attention to it, but rather how tired his body felt. He hadn't had such passionate sex after Rymer died, and he felt so good after that. The scent of sex was all over him and he could smell it. It was a really good idea to take a walk and just 'look around'.
He put only the protecting, thin black cloth that always wore under the casket armor, up to his waist, and his boots, having on his arms the rest of the armor and his robe. His torso was full with lovebites, hickeys and scratches and his back wasn't that worst, but it was still bleeding from the lustful actions of the young albino, which name was Nish. Dumas rejected telling his real name and only told him he was 'Earl'. That amused Nish but didn't objected about it, simple waving a good bye and disappearing in the shadows to return to his place of sleep and rest for the day, hoping to see him the next night of full moon.
Perraul was out, with Nero resting on her side, apparently waiting for him. The cat smiled at the sight of her master and hugged him, happy to see him back once more.
"Master is back! I'm so glad he is safe!", she said and gasped at the sight of his chest, blushing. "Did master...", the vampire cleared his throat. "Ah, sorry. Did you get... er...", she was too shy to ask his master something like that.
"Woah, you sure got a nice fuck-partner back there.", came Nero's voice. Dumas laughed. "Look at you! So full of hickeys and lovebites!"
"Oh, hush.", he said walking to the black cat. "What can I said? I have a great time back there. It was a good idea to have done that walk.", he went inside and paled when he saw Aaron lying on the couch with Lucian on him, both making out like there was no tomorrow. "For fuck's sake! Get the fuck off of the couch!!", yelled the vampire, startling both youngest. Aaron blushed, not knowing how to react at such embarrassing situation. "Come one! Off, both of you! The couch is sacred and no one can sit on there unless I told so!", he almost kicked Lucian out if it wasn't for the boy that calmed both vampires down.
But Lucian looked with wide eye the former's Duke torso, whistling when he sat on the couch. The dhampir was on the floor, snuggling against Aaron's body.
"You sure had a lot of fun, eh?", said the dhampir. His hormones were still high after that agitated night he had with Aaron. "The scratches on your back says a lot."
"And you?", he could see some lovebites under the casket armor Lucian always wore. "I see that shine of lust in your eyes that tells me you enjoyed your lovemaking with Aaron, I am wrong?", to his satisfaction, Aaron gasped and blushed deeply. Perrault just sat on his master's lap and he petted her head with gentleness, hearing her purr. Nero rested on the table, not wanting to make Lucian jealous. "Is he a screamer?"
"Dumas!", yelled Aaron, too embarrassed to keep listening. He turned his head, not looking at the former Duke who laughed.
"Oh, you have no idea how many sweet sounds he did every time I copulated with him.", answered Lucian with a loud purr. "It was pure ecstasy. That is what Aaron is.", the poor boy tried to hide somewhere, but he only hid behind the horny dhampir. "I can tell you I lost complete control over my body and poured myself into him countless of times."
Dumas laughed once again, and called for the boy that was still hiding behind Lucian.
"Did you have your fun time with Lucian too, kid? Like, doing it but the other way around?", even being that embarrassed, Aaron managed to smiled shyly and nodded, before hiding behind his lover once more. "Aha! So you did fuck Lucian at last!", the dhampir purred again, falling on his lover that laid on the floor, unable to help himself. The cute and shy expressions of Aaron were like the most powerful aphrodisiac that has been poured inside his throat. Dumas snickered. "You sure are full of surprises, kid. I didn't have my hopes up that you would find courage enough to fill Lucian's lovely behind.", suddenly remembering something, he grinned and crunched down, taking Perrault off of his lap. "Hey, I bet you used the little toys I bought that are in the light table, right?", he asked in a whisper to the dhampir, who snapped his head up.
"You bought what?", said Aaron, paling. Was Dumas talking about what he was thinking?
"Oh, don't tell me you haven't seen!", he said with a huge and naughty smile on his face. "In the second or third drawer of the light table there are several sex toys I found in the city. They are nice, you should try them out."
"Wait, Lucian! NO!", yelled Aaron when the dhampir lifted him on his shoulder, rushing to their room. "Put me down!"
"I will, don't worry!", Lucian closed the door with his foot, excited about those 'toys' that Dumas bought for himself that he forgot about.
"Wasn't that... harsh? I don't think Aaron will be able to speed up with Lucian's mating.", said Nero, hearing the yelling of the boy about not wanting to cooperate.
"I did it for fun, I still like to annoy those two.", answered the vampire, sitting on the chair and petting Nero's head, much to his surprise, and heard him purr when he rubbed under his chin. "Ah, Aaron is such a lucky kid. Even if Lucian is becoming a vampire, I guess there is no greater admiration for their mate than vampires do for their own. It's like a mutual worshiping, in the case of a couple of vampires."
"What do vampires do when they have a human mate?", asked Perrault, jealous that Nero was getting her master's attention and seeing how he enjoyed it.
"Some worship them, like our nature tells us, but a very few treat them as equals, as if the humans were vampires like them.", explained the former Duke. "Lucian may end up worshiping the boy, seeing as how he couldn't live without him. Remember how devastated he was the first week he got here?", said to Perrault and Nero, both of them nodded. "Yeah, I guess he will worship his little boy like he deserves. Aaron had put a lot of him into Lucian and is good to know that Lucian does the same with Aaron. What's the matter?", said when Nero stood up, perking his hears, trying to catch a soft sound he recognized.
"Someone is approaching.", answered. The tip of his tail moved back and forth, like he was haunting down a mouse to eat. "It seems to be a small enemy, not exceeding the size of an owl."
"Then we shouldn't worry if it's only an owl.", said Dumas yawning.
"Yes we should, master, because it seems is one of the other Terrennials approaching. I can feel his powers."
"Fuck! If they find us, we will be screwed!", cursed Nero, flying out from the window, followed by Perrault.
Dumas sat up and looked from the other window meeting up with a pair of big eyes. The only thing he saw before the Sun hit his face was a big, yellow and purple owl flying back to the shadows of the forest.