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❝ Masquerade ❞

{ seething shadows breathing lies }

Traditional thing that Iseul is, he made a point of sending out invitations to every monster and supernatural being with whom he's acquainted the day after telling Damian of his masked ball. Each is written in a large, looping hand and reads:

My Dear Friend,

You are cordially invited to a most exclusive masquerade ball to be held at my estate on the next new moon. The attire is formal with a theme of silver and gold. My doors will open promptly at 8:00pm. Dinner will be served with music, dance, and festivities to follow.

I do so look forward to your attendance.

Kindest Regards,
Your Host

Iseul's calling card is included for those who may not recognize his handwriting. It also happens to have his address on it, as well.

Guests will find the house dark and sprawling, positively goth in decor and style. For those who know or know of Iseul, this won't be a surprise. There's a running joke in the community that the Fae is truly meant to be a vampire... more so than his long-standing vampire rival. Those in attendance will be shown to the parlor, the pocket doors thrown wide to the adjoining suite to make it something of a small ballroom. Musicians sit off to the corner playing with few breaks throughout the night.

The dining room boasts a long table with a veritable banquet. Though, one must be careful about eating Faerie food. Never fear, dear guests, for none of this food was prepared or even harvested by Fae hands. Outside, the grounds are covered with sprawling flower gardens, topiaries, and even a small maze of hedges. Lanterns light the paths since there's no moon for light. Both in and out, the house has many dark nooks and crannies and unoccupied to rooms to disappear into. All guests are welcome to stay if, for any reason, they are unable to leave at first light.

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All of this is almost too much. Too much of Damian's body against him, setting his skin on fire everywhere they touch. Too much of those fingers driving all sanity from him as they tease and prepare him. Too much of those biting kisses that he dearly hopes will leave marks in their wake to remind him (and anyone else who might see) where Damian's been. Oh, how he wishes each touch would sear him and leave a scar behind to prove that, yes, this passion is real; yes, this moment happened in reality, not some fever dream.

Iseul meets Damian's lips with a plaintive whine. A needy, pleading sort of sound. Ah, but he could taste his blood in the vampire's mouth -- piquant and metallic on his own tongue. A welcome addition to what Iseul tasted of him moments before. Knowing that that added flavor comes from him... there's something oddly erotic about it that goes straight to Iseul's cock -- as if it needs any further provocation to stand up proudly.

Somehow Damian's voice pulls him from drowning in the sea of sensations he's long craved. It's true what he said that there could be no others after this. Even one kiss was enough to determine that. It doesn't quite cut through the fog curling around his mind like some lazy cat. No, somehow his tone and cadence only add to that, but the rods ring clear and true at the same time. Each word plucks at something inside the fae, resonating physically within him. To be so adored, so desired...

Iseul pants out a soft moan, eyes fluttering before his gaze sharpens on his soon-to-be lover's face. "Take all you want of me, my sweet vampire. Feast on me as you will."

Those words stirred something in him. Solidified his feelings for the fae. How could he have missed his feelings this entire time? They felt like they had been right there but apparently he'd never known? It was so startling to say the least. And he shuddered just from listening to them. Then he smiled and leaned forward to kiss him again as he finished preparing him and lined himself up with him.

"Next time please take your turn to take all you want. I insist."

Because he wanted them both to have fully claimed each other. To have made it clear that there would never be any other ever again. And with that request made, he let himself slide into Iseul, groaning softly at how the heat surrounded him so perfectly. Everything about this creature was just...everything to him now.

Witty repartee is lost to him -- so is the ability to assure Damian that Iseul will, indeed, take all he wants from the vampire. Perhaps night tonight, but very soon. Alas, words must wait. They're driven from his mind as Damian breaches him. Every inch of him clings tightly to the vampire as he sinks deeper, spearing Iseul open in the most delightful of ways. Pleading whimpers spill from the fae, each punctuated by hiccuped gasps.

With all his vivid imagination, Iseul could never imagine something so perfect at his moment. This moment in the midst of the garden he had planted only for Damian, entwined together under the light of the stars and bathed in the scent of flowers. Nevermind the bite of tree bark into his back and the way he hits the trunk too hard every time Iseul lets his head fall back. A little pain never bothered him before, why should it now? Why when it's so easily overshadowed by the bliss of Damian's body moving against him and inside him?

Oh, how he squirms, using whatever purchase he can find to try to move his hips, to encourage Damian deeper. Gravity certainly helps with that part. Unrestrained 'oh oh's pass his lips and he's torn between whether he truly wants the vampire to remain still a moment more or fuck him like some rutting animal. Clinging more tightly, Iseul claws at Damian's shoulders in desperation.

"Damian..." his voice is pitched higher than normal as he pleads for something more. "Damian, please..." I want you, I need you. I'm yours.

Edited (omitted a word) 2023-06-09 03:21 (UTC)

God but it was so tempting to share his real name with Iseul in that moment. To just be able to hear him call his real name would be magical. It would be everything and more. But no. No maybe he shouldn't? But why not? Would it be so terrible to have the one and only person he ever wanted for the rest of his life to have power over him like that?

Pushing the thought from his mind for the time being since he couldn't think clearly at the moment, he started to rock his hips. Gasping at the feel of it, he pressed his face into his neck. So good. So good. It was everything he hadn't realized he'd been dreaming about all this time.

Before he realized it his fangs were in Iseul's neck again. Though he didn't swallow the blood that pooled into his mouth, he did savor the taste of it as it lingered on his tongue. Moaning with desire, he gradually picked up the pace, pressing tighter so there was no air between himself and his fae lover.

Now is not the time for thinking. Iseul couldn't do it to save his life. It's all he can do to hang on to Damian, to cling to him with all four limbs as the vampire begins to move. That first thrust punches the air from Iseul's lungs. Each one that comes after leaves him mewling in delight. There's so much happening, in his heart, in his mind, to his body; all separate melodies coming together to form the same beautiful symphony. Even the sharp prick of the oak's bark scratching his back as they move feels good.

The second bite is bliss. Iseul cries out at the feel of those too-sharp teeth penetrating his skin once more. The warmth of his blood and Damian's cool lips provide such contrasting sensations it makes him dizzy (or maybe that's the blood loss). How he manages not to cum in that instant is a mystery, even to Iseul.

Damian was in such bliss. This was everything he could have wanted and so much more than that. His eyes fell closed as he enjoyed the wonder of the feel of everything that was Iseul. The taste and feel and sound of him. Rolling his hips faster, one of his hands hit the tree behind the fae and squeezed. Some bark cracked and he would apologize for the damage later.

For now he was lost in the moment, feeling himself drawing closer to the edge just from how many sensations were overwhelming him. Yet, he refused to fall so fast. No, he wanted and needed to enjoy this longer...

Honestly, Iseul won't notice the damage to his precious tree until later. He's too lost in all of Damian to realize what's happened at present. Nothing else exists but the press of that strong, cool body against his, the vampire's lips on his throat, and, oh, that divine cock driving into him over and over. That sweet friction obliterates all Iseul's thoughts and it seems like every stroke batters that sweet spot inside him, making him see stars.

Though they're short, his nails dig into Damian's back and shoulder, leaving angry red crescents behind. Both the pitch and volume of his voice rise as Damian pushes him closer and closer to the inevitable end. Just before it happens, Iseul's breath catches. His eyes grow wider and he manages to tangle one hand into Damian's hair to tug him up for another greedy kiss. It's hardly a kiss at all, though, Iseul merely moaning into his mouth. Every muscle goes taut, his stomach flutters, and his dick spasms a mere fraction of a second before he cums between their writhing bodies.

Swallowing the blood in his mouth finally, he let himself be pulled off of that beautiful neck to kiss Iseul. Tasting him and feeling him cum? It was what ended up pushing him over the edge too and he came inside of him with a loud moan as he pressed so tight to that hot body.

Breathing hard even though he didn't need to, his eyes fluttered open and he gazed at Iseul with such fondness. Light kisses were pressed just about anywhere on his face as he settled into the high of such amazing sex. A smile formed on his lips as he nuzzled Iseul's nose with his own.

"That was amazing. You are amazing..."

It's all Iseul can do to keep breathing when he feels Damian finish inside him. Softly panted ohs spill from his lips as he struggles to pluck actual words from his mind. How can he sing Damian's praises when he can barely remember the name he calls himself? Just give him a moment, please.

A moment for his body to go boneless. A moment for his arms to loosen around the vampire's shoulders and his legs begin to slip lower. A moment for him to lift his head from the trunk of the tree, to pry his eyes open to gaze at Damian with such affection that warms his cold features.

Finally, he says the only thought he can pull from his mind. "Stay with me."

Those three words. They were something that could mean so many things. So many and that meant that he couldn't be sure of what they were exactly. Licking his lips, he tasted the blood that lingered there and Damian gazed into those beautiful eyes. And in that moment?

He knew he didn't want to fight him. He wanted to be part of him. With him. Forever.

Helping the fae to balance on his feet, Damian gazed at Iseul and trailed his fingers along his cheek. "Here with you? The two of us together forever?"

It was all a murmur but there was so much emotion in what he had to say.

Yes, yes. Every word Damian uttered made sense in Iseul heart. It didn’t matter that his body felt weak, that his legs were boneless and he could only stay upright thanks to the tree behind him and Damian pressed against him. It didn’t matter that his mind still felt foggy, that he was drunk on his desire. He knew with all the certainty that the sun would rise, that the moon would wax and wane, that he wanted to spend his eternity with Damian. Loving Damian, not locked in some silly battle of wills.

One arm slipped from the vampire’s shoulders so Iseul could trace the curve of his cheek. His skin felt warmer now, perhaps a combination of the fresh blood and exertion? Iseul couldn’t know. Some of the haze cleared from Iseul’s eyes and his focus sharpened before he nodded.

“Always, my unholy angel.”

Always. His unholy angel.

The words wrapped around him like a warm blanket and Damian leaned in to press a kiss to his lips as he sighed softly. Then he smiled a little and he nodded. He didn't need to hesitate or think on this further. He knew what he wanted and what would feel right. And it felt so good to have that confidence in his answer.

"Yes. I will. Please let me share a bed with you as well when we rest. So I'll know you're close."

Iseul leaned into Damian’s kiss, still able to taste his blood lingering there. Why, he wondered, did they wait so long to give in to these feelings? They’ve so clearly been just under the surface for so long… And now they’re both caught up in the current of those feelings rushing through the broken dam. Drowning in them.

“Of course,” he sighed, content with Damian’s answer. He’ll have to make sure at least some part of the house was completely safe for Damian’s days. It wouldn’t be hard given Iseul’s fondness for heavy window treatments, but he refused to take risks. “You’ll be safe here.”

"I believe you."

He pressed his forehead to Iseul's then closed his eyes. A fleeting thought from earlier came to mind and he hesitated a moment before shaking his head. No. This was definitely what he wanted. He wanted to do this now.

"Iseul...I want to give you my real name."

He knew it would mean that the fae would have power over him whenever he wished to. But it was a risk he was willing to take. To be closer to the man that he loved.

Iseul’s eyes fell closed and he nuzzled Damian subtly until the vampire shook his head. Then he pried his eyes open, staring at him – gaping at what he said. Those soft lips parted in surprise and dark eyes widened by degrees.

He shouldn’t… He’s already consumed Fae blood. But Iseul wanted it almost as badly as he wanted Damian himself. The thought of having it made his mouth water and left him suddenly breathless all over again.

“Tell me,” he barely managed to whisper.

He'd gotten this far. He could back out now. However he wasn't going to. No, Damian refused to now that he'd made the offer. This was dangerous but he wasn't going to stop.

"My name is Hwang Haru," he said, giving the fae the ability to have power over him for the first time in their relationship.

“Hwang Haru,” he breathed out reverently. What a gift his vampire has given him. First himself, then his name. Iseul felt boneless and leaned back heavily against the oak tree. Reaching out with both hands, he cupped Damian’s face, running his thumbs over the vampire’s cheeks.

“My name is Chandrian.”

He gasped softly when he heard the name. It was not something he'd been expecting to get at all. Eyes wide, he stared at him for a moment before he breathed out the name that he'd just been given. "Chandrian..."

The fae had just offered him power over him in return. That was not lost on him. The meaning behind that was... It was so intense.

Damian gazed so fondly and lovingly at his new lover. "I'll keep it safe. I swear it."

He swore it. Iseul breathed out and closed the space between them to seal their oath with a kiss. They could keep each other safe. They would keep each other’s names and secrets safe. Now and always.

“I trust only you with this gift,” Iseul murmured.

Pushing his fingers through that dark hair, he rested their foreheads together. A beautiful vow that didn't require a contract to be written up. He knew that they would keep this one without question. Closing his eyes, he smiled then let out a soft laugh. Pulling back again, he gazed into those beautiful eyes.

"My things aren't going to match yours at all."

For a few seconds, Iseul just stared at him. Then he huffed out a dry laugh.

“What a way to ruin the mood.”

"I think I've kept the mood alive. I like the idea of no one knowing what things belong to who!"

Damian giggled a little then nuzzled his nose with his own. "How are your legs doing? Do you need more support?"

“No one could possibly mistake our things.” A fact they were both very aware of. But he had several unused rooms he’d happily let Damian claim for himself and his pastel aesthetic. The last thing he wanted was for Damian to be uncomfortable in his own home.

The nuzzle earned a soft sigh, but the vampire’s question was cause for a subtle pout. “No,” he grumbled. No, he didn’t need more support. “But I don’t want to move apart from you just yet.”

"It's alright. I wasn't going to move apart from you."

Instead, he suddenly swept Iseul up into his arms so he could reverse their positions. Sinking down to the ground, he sat down with his lover on his lap. All to keep him from getting more than his feet dirty. Nuzzling into him, he sighed as he tucked him close against him.

"I just wanted to make sure you wouldn't fall during the brief moment I had to change my hold to do that..."

Iseul gasped at the sudden shift, clinging tightly to the vampire until they were settled on the ground. Even as he nestled closer, he made a weak protest.

“You’ll get dirty…”

Damian could have at least sat on some of their clothes! Ah, but it was so nice to snuggle up with him like this, completely naked under the stars with the scents of his garden all around them. Incredibly romantic, in fact. Iseul was nothing if not a romantic.

Surely the party would continue without need for him… if only just a little longer so he could bask in the comfort of this intimacy with his vampire. Peering at him curiously, Iseul finally asked, “What do I taste like, Damian?”

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