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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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"You are now. In every way."

Sam rolled them over on their sides then ran his fingers through Matthias' hair. His back was stinging and he could feel the droplets of blood. But he didn't care about that. They would heal soon enough.

He smiled at his mate instead.

"I've never been able to see your demonic nature come through. It's beautiful."

The most Sam’s ever seen of Matthias’ true nature is the way his eyes shift from dark to eerily pale when he’s plucking that delicious guilt from the air. The rest Matthias keeps solidly under wraps. Regular humans would be too frightened. And, frankly, they’re too fragile for a monster.

Some of that monster still remained as he gazed over at Sam. Then he snorted a laugh.

“You have strange tastes, Su-bin.”

Sam laughed at that and tucked some of that dark hair away from those fascinating eyes. His own were still golden, the wolf still at the surface even if he was no longer animalistic. Gently he tapped that nose playfully.

"You've known that for years. I have a feeling I'm the only one who hasn't died or chased you away when you've latched on."

And he even knew that Matthias fed from him and what he fed on. But he simply let him.

“Chased me away?” Matthias laughed again, the sound dry and breathless at the same time. “Have you met me, Sam? No one chases me away. I get bored.” That much was true. It seemed to him that individual humans were very limited in their ability to keep his interest up. A few years, a few decades at most and he’d wrung all he could want from them. Nothing fresh and exciting remained.

Or maybe he just grew bored of being who someone else wanted him to be.

That’s something that made Sam different. Matthias didn’t have to pretend to be someone or something else with the wolf. Sam knew from the start what he was accepting into his life – and accepted regardless. Even Matthias would think it mad to welcome a demon into one’s life. And yet… Sam did. Knowing what he was, knowing what he took. Sam stayed, didn’t cast him out even after seeing the way he toys with others so eagerly, so frequently.

For that reason, first and foremost, Matthias found him interesting. Fascinating, even. All this time he wondered how long this could go on. How long would Sam watch him lay waste to others for fun and feeding before telling him to go. That was their deal: until one of them grew bored of the other.

Now things were even more interesting than before. Sam wanted him. Not just for a fun and easy lay, but he actually cared about the demon. Loved him, he said. A pity Matthias doesn’t know what it feels like to love someone. Oh, but he knows how it feels to be loved. He’s been loved by many. So, so many. He loved the way they loved him, but he hated the way he’s supposed to love them back.

Things were different Sam. Matthias didn’t set out to make the wolf fall for him. It just happened. More than that, what he loved was real, not some role Matthias was playing all this time. There was something so very jarring in that knowledge. He didn’t want to think too deeply on it as it made his heart race and his breath hard to catch.

Reaching over, the demon trailed a fingertip just beneath his eyes. The wolf’s eyes. Those of a predator. What little color remained in Matthias’ eyes grew slight when they dilated further at the sight of him. A glimpse of Sam’s monster.

“You should let your monster out more often,” he sighed. “Or is this how you always fuck?”

He should let his monster out more often? He chuckled softly and shifted a little closer so those fingers could keep touching his face. It was sweet that Matthias liked his eyes so much. Honestly it made him really happy.

"I very rarely let my monster out. Usually only when I'm angry or fighting. This was a nice rare moment."

He smiled at him and shifted his head to press a kiss to that wandering finger. Then he settled to gaze at him again. "So you brought that out with how much I longed for you. But if you like it I can bring it out more often. Just for you, of course."

It would do to go around scaring everyone.

“I wouldn’t hate it,” he replied, a half-smile playing over his lips. No, quite the opposite. He’d rather enjoy more of that. Or anything, really. Whatever Sam was inclined to give him, Matthias would happily take. The gentle sort of affection they’ve shared all these years or this intense passion they’ve only just discovered.

Matthias continued trailing his fingers over Sam’s face, tracing the lines and curves he knew so well. Then he moved to push his fingers through Sam’s hair and closed the distance to capture his wolf’s lips in a slow, lazy kiss. It had none of the urgent need of their earlier kisses, but didn’t lack for want and warmth. Before pulling away, the demon licked at Sam’s lips, then smiled.

“My monster,” he purred, keeping close to nuzzle against the wolf’s face. “Mine.”

Leaning in, he returned the kiss that he was given, smiling when he felt his lips licked after. He was covered in blood but he knew that Matthias didn't mind. Not with what he said after. His monster. His. Sam belonged to Matthias. He smiled and nodded at what he was saying.

"Yes. I'm yours. And you are mine now too."

Oh, no, Matthias didn’t mind in the least. In fact, he found a little bit of blood made Sam sexier. It stood in stark contrast to his fair skin and soft features. A truly monstrous sight, indeed, and one Matthias enjoyed greatly. The demon trailed his fingers over Sam’s cheek, thumb moving along his lower lip and smudging the blood lingering there.

His eyes followed, tongue darting over his lips as he gazed at the blood clinging to Sam’s face. Then, slowly, a devilish grin appeared.

“I’m not sure you’ve well and truly claimed me, yet.”

"Yet, hm?"

He laughed and gave him a soft kiss before rolling his hips a little inside of him. Just to allow Matthias to feel how he was still very much in there. Still a large presence for him to be aware of.

"This might say otherwise."

Oh, how could he forget that? He was purring into that kiss when Sam moved, turning that low rumbling into a gasp. And that morphed into an amorous hum. Sam’s probably stronger than him on any given day, but with his demonic side bleeding through, well, he might have the upper hand until it recedes. Which has Matthias moving suddenly, inhumanly fast, to pin Sam on his back.

Peering down at him with those nearly black eyes, Matthias grinned. His hands moved up along Sam’s torso until they came to rest against his broad chest. Shifting forward slightly, demon rose up by degrees, eyes rolling back and too-sharp teeth cutting into the tender flesh of his lower lip.

Feeling Sam still hard inside him stoked the fires anew. Prying his eyes open, he stared down at the wolf, absolutely consumed with want for him. Want for that hot, hard dick inside him, want for the wolf himself… all of him, body, heart and soul.

“I’m not done with you yet, Su-bin,” Matthias growled as he settled into a leisurely pace, lifting himself up and dropping back down on the wolf’s erection.

Perhaps he could have resisted the change of positions. Perhaps. But he didn't want to resist. He wanted to keep enjoying their time together, feeling the way Matthias wanted him as much as he wanted him in return. Smiling up at him, he ran his hands along those beautiful thighs as he rolled his own hips upwards when Matthias brought his down.

"I love hearing that."

As teasing as he'd been moments before? This was what he actually wanted and he loved the way they moved together.

Oh, did Matthias want. He was a creature made of lust and gluttony. And right now Sam was the focus of it all. Every cell in his brain, every nerve, every inch of skin was wholly meant for Sam. There was no distraction, no need to fake or exaggerate his desire. Perhaps later, looking back on this, Matthias would be jarred by the intensity of real passion. But for now? He just enjoyed his wolf.

His.

Every part of Sam burned into his memory. The sound of his voice, every cry or breathless noise. The way the blood shimmered in the light and how the sweat beaded over his skin the longer they continued. One of the perks of being a non-human thing was stamina. Matthias was sure that was true of the wolf, too. So he went slow, drawing out the pleasure as long as they both could handle it.

The demon’s unhurried as he alternated between simply rolling his hips for more subtle friction and rising up and down along Sam’s dick. Time went soft and meaningless around him and Matthias wasn’t even sure how long he continued with that deliberate pace, so lost in the delight of being filled by that amazing cock.

It couldn’t go on forever, not even for them. Eventually, the pace sped up. Gradually, leisurely. Until it was anything but gradual. Matthias bounced himself eagerly on Sam’s dick, pushing down hard to meet his every upward thrust, moaning and bellowing in the throes of his passion. Deep, inhuman growling rumbled in his chest. Matthias leaned forward, panting between every gratified sound, pressing his hands to Sam’s chest.

As soon as the pace sped up, the wolf shot up. Those hands that were on his chest were moved to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around the demon. Moving with him, he bounced his hips up to meet the pace, encouraging and even demanding from it. He had no idea why it was a demon who had become his new mate, his new pack, but he had. And that was really all that mattered.

Surging forward, he kissed him again, claiming his lips as his own as they moved in a hurried and heated dance together. The edge was there, he could sense it. All they had to do was send themselves toppling over the edge of it.

Matthias welcomed Sam’s proximity. He wrapped his arms around the wolf’s broad shoulder, clutching him with desperation. He welcomed Sam’s kiss, meeting it eagerly even as he groaned into it. Inhuman rumblings continued, resonating in his chest like some animalistic growl but… deeper, stronger.

There’s no way he could last much longer like this. Not even a full minute passed before he toppled over the edge, plummeting into that sea of delight. His breath hitched just before his body went taut, clenching down on Sam’s dick with a spasming grip as he came hard between them.

Sam could feel when Matthias was near his end and held him tighter to him as a result. As soon as he felt his breath hitch, he buried his face against his neck to breathe his scent and feel his pulse as it happened. Moaning Sam kept moving until he was driven over the edge himself, spilling into the beautiful demon in the process.

Panting softly, he smiled against his throat, hands moving over his back. That had been everything and more that he wanted. Pressing soft kisses to his neck, he sighed.

Feeling Sam continue after Matthias came left him feeling oversensitive, almost raw. All worth it when he felt the wolf’s issue spurt inside him once more. A quiet keening sound accompanied Sam’s orgasm and the demon clung tighter. He was, after all, a greedy thing built for self-satisfaction.

Matthias breathed hard, shivering sporadically as he came down from his high. Later, perhaps when Sam was sleeping beside him, he’ll wonder about all this: why it felt different than other times he’s bedded someone, why everything Sam said and did to him – with him – felt so fucking intense. Not only did Matthias want to devour it, to take everything Sam wanted to offer him… but he wanted Sam to feel some of that, too…?

Strange.

So rather than think (as if he could after that!), Matthias simply feel back into what was familiar: sensation over thought. The air felt cool on his sweat-slicked skin. The wolf felt warm against him. The place where Sam breathed against his skin warmed then cooled.

Finally, after the minutes stretched long and the only thing between them was air and the sounds of their breathing returning to something closer to normal, he let a hand tangle into Sam’s hair to pull his head up so Matthias could meet his eyes.

Oh, he could devour him. He wanted to devour him.

Panting, he felt that hand in his hair and a soft growl left him. But he shifted to gaze up at him, eyes almost seeming to glow with how golden they were now. He smiled up at him, moving a hand up to cup his face before suddenly grabbing the back of his neck to pull him down for a kiss to claim him as his yet again.

He'd loved him for so many years that this almost didn't seem real. Yet here they were. Together. Claiming each other and refusing to look at any other from now on. It was...a heady experience to say the least.

This time when the kiss broke, he smiled at him again. "I'm yours..."

The smile Matthias returned was still full of teeth and yet, monstrous though he appeared, there was something genuinely warm in his nearly black eyes and that too sharp smile. Under the heat of desire, under the animalistic need to claim and devour, under all the greed, there was something soft, barely visible.

“I’ll take it all.”

A warning? A threat? Even Matthias wasn’t sure.

“Everything you have, I want it.”

"It's yours and only yours."

Though he could give it to others? He simply didn't want to. Everything that he was had already been given to Matthias long before he ever confessed his feelings. This was his mate now and he would to no other ever again. Sam loved this demon to the fullest, even the worst parts about him.

He pushed his fingers through his hair and sighed softly.

"You are my mate now. I will only show you loyalty."

Matthias didn’t care about loyalty (or did he? He’s a possessive little creature, though he’s sure it’s more about control on his part). Usually. Has some ever had a lover or even a fling in all the time they’ve known each other? Matthias doesn’t know because he convinced himself he didn’t care what or whom Sam did. It was his life, Matthias was just along for the ride.

And got comfortable somewhere along the way.

Sam’s loyalty works out well since Matthias is a possessive thing who doesn’t play well with others. If someone else shows any interest in Sam, well, bad things were very likely to befall them.

He reached up with one hand to tangle his fingers in Sam’s hair. Even that small gesture was wildly possessive. “I’ll hold you to that.” Demons, like Fae, are very fond of their deals.

Sam could feel the possessiveness in the touch but it didn't scare him. Shouldn't a mate be possessive of their mate? It was quite common in the wolf world so this wasn't anything new to him. Instead he just smiled and pulled him in for a soft and lingering kiss.

"I'm yours. I won't ever have another."

Ha! Wasn’t Matthias usually the one making grandiose promises? Promises he often had no intention of keeping. However, he’s never made any to Sam until now. And the one he made? He actually wanted to keep it. Matthias could be his and only his. Yes, he could do that. For some reason, he wanted Sam to be happy.

A curious look passed over his face, perhaps at odds with the demonic features and the heat lingering in his eyes. The fingers in Sam’s hair turned gently, combing through them almost tenderly.

“Do you wolves mate for life?”

"No. I've had a lot of mates in my life. And even children." But Matthias knew what had likely happened to all of them. The taste of that guilt said plenty about that so Sam didn't see a reason to elaborate further as he smiled at him.

"But I know that if I were to ever lose you that would be the end of me. And I'm content in that knowledge."

No, it isn’t hard to guess what happened to Sam’s family. Families? That’s probably more accurate. Once more his fingers tightened in Sam’s hair, a fierce look sharpening his now-narrowed eyes.

“I’m not,” he retorted. Matthias slid his fingers free of Sam’s hair and pressed his palm to the wolf’s cheek. He wouldn’t want Sam to be miserable, but he also wouldn’t want him cease being just because of that. “If something happened to me, who would carry my memory it not you?” Matthias shook his head. “No. If I die, I’m taking you with me. That’s final. I won’t leave you alone.”

That was...so surprising actually. And the look was written all over the wolf's face. Tears even formed and fell, the words meaning so much more to him than any 'I love you' ever could. Because this sentiment spoke so highly of what Matthias felt deep in his heart and it moved Sam deeply.

He pressed a kiss to those lips and just allowed himself a moment to cry. When he pulled back, he smiled at his precious demon. "Thank you."

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