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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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"Oh. My. God," sounds a voice over the din of conversation in the room. Those three words of so full; full of excitement and wonder and giving the sense of a dream coming true, of something everyone said is fake being proven real. Whoever else may be around, Snake only notices Tiras and hurries to make his way toward him. It has nothing (well, very little) to do with Tiras' natural appeal and everything to do with this guy being a huge fan of the conspiracy blog about the incubus.

He doesn't even try to hide the childlike excitement. It's like a sports fan randomly running into their idol on the street, it caught him so off-guard.

"You're actually real!"

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Tiras blinked as he turned to see who was talking to him. Clearly this person knew him. More than that he seemed to be human? An odd choice for this party. Tilting his head, he wondered who this could even be or why he looked so excited as if he was this man's hero somehow.

"I am the last I checked, yes." Why that should matter was beyond him though. It wasn't like he cared who thought he was real and who didn't.

Maybe it's a leap to think Tiras runs his own conspiracy blog but on the off chance that he does... or that he even follows it...

"I'm DangerNoodle93." That's his handle on the blog. And he is a prolific commenter there.

Immediately his eyes widened and he fully turned to face the young man. Oh he knew that name. He talked with him all the time even though this commenter had never realized it. Smiling brightly now, he actually removed his mask so that way it could be appreciated in full.

"Oh! It's so nice to meet you. I never imagined you'd be here at a fae party of all places."

Ah, he's even prettier when he's not captured in some blurry or grainy photo! Well, that made sense. Of course he'd be more attractive when clear and easy to see. His features seem even finer in person and those eyes like endless pools. They seem so much older than in the photos...

Oh, shit! He's staring, isn't he?

Snake rubs a hand against the back of his neck and laughs. It's a nervous little sound accompanied by a smile. "Yeah, it's just dumb luck, actually. I think the invitation was for whoever lived there before me." But since it wasn't addressed to anyone specific, the fae had no excuse to turn him away.

"This sorta thing happens a lot."

"Come. Sit with me."

Reaching out, he took his hand so he could pull him away to some chairs for them to sit down. It was so exciting for him to interact with someone from something he had a passion for. One of his favorite hobbies that Su-jin always helped him with. Smiling brightly, he sat down and swept his robe out so it would sit properly.

"What is your real name? I like your username but let me know you."

Oh, he's being pulled aside. Okay, that's cool. Following along, Snake sinks into the chair beside Tiras. He's usually a little smoother than this, but how can he be expected to be cool when he's basically meeting his favorite cryptid in the flesh?

"Oh, it's Daniel. But everyone calls me Snake. Hence the username."

"I do like Snake better. You have very serpent like features." Boldly, he reached out to trail fingers along one of those deliciously sharp cheekbones. Such a handsome young man. He'd be so very easy to devour and so pleasant to look at while it happened...

But no. He'd never do that. Mainly because he utterly adored how this was his second biggest fan in the world. Never would he keep him from continuing to comment and enjoy the content of his cryptid site.

Lowering his hands into his lap, he tilted his head. "I'm impressed you recognized me so fast. You truly are a fan."

Snake would easily claim to be Tiras' biggest fan, but that's only because he doesn't know about Su-jin. His lashes lower slightly at the touch, pulse quickening a little. It feels like... Something intimate, like some kind o unspoken invitation... to what, Snake isn't sure.

"I've been following your blog for a long time." It probably predates Snake. Back from the good old days of Web 1.0. His smile's bright, but only a little awkward (after all, this guy is like his hero after all!). "It's what inspired me to start my own."

"Which one is yours? Tell me about it." Yes, he was already getting his phone out so that way he could look it up and follow it. Even if it wasn't focused on him he still wanted to look it up. Maybe it would be amusing. Humans always had such fascinating and silly ideas about supernaturals after all.

Oh wait. Su-jin had his phone. Well he'd just look it up later then and follow it!

Instead he poured all his attention back into Snake, leaning forward with a smile to show his interest.

There's that nervous little laugh again. It's less sound than a puff of air.

"Uh, it's called Move Over Mothman. I write about," he gestures to the party going on and all the very non-human creatures around them, "just this sorta thing. I kinda... Well, I just stumble into situations like this where I'm usually one of few, if not the only regular human. I write about the real paranormal creatures. But carefully. The last thing I want is to put any of you in danger by giving too many specifics."

Oh that was so cute. He was protecting all these creatures that could destroy him just because he was tasty. Tiras wondered if maybe he should give him a gift with his emblem on it so keep other monsters away. Or more just to discourage them from bringing him harm if they came across him. That way Snake could have so many more cute interactions like this and be able to tell him about them in the future.

He wiggled in his seat and smiled wider. "You don't have to worry about me, sweet one. I'm very delicate in appearance but it takes so much more to bring me to danger."

Honestly? Tiras was the danger in actuality.

Snake instinctively leans forward, as if the room is too noisy for him to hear Tiras clearly. The truth is that Tiras has a certain magnetism to him, even with the aid of Iseul's charm trying to muffle it. Being nothing more than a mere human, Snake has no immunity to it.

"What are you, exactly?"

"A creature known as an incubus."

Reaching out, he touched Snake's cheek again. He was quite pleased with this human. A fan before he even got drawn in by his natural abilities. That made him quite special. It was like he'd suddenly found himself a pet and he was so delighted by that fact, smiling sweetly at him as his fingers trailed along his skin. To anyone else it would look predatory. Perhaps in a way it was. Tiras laying claim to a pet that he wanted to keep safe so Snake could keep admiring him properly.

"Some believe my kind to be demons. Others think we're spirits. I'm not sure which I am but I can say that I do feed on the sexual energy of others."

Oh, it looks very predatory with the way Snake's staring so awestruck and wide-eyed. He's definitely under Tiras' spell and he doesn't even realize it. How could he? He's just a regular guy. A regular guy who regularly happens upon what other regular guys would call monsters and myths. But totally regular aside from that. Though he runs into people like this a lot, people who aren't quite human, he's not some sort of monster hunter trying to document and educate himself on their power and abilities.

He'd rather understand them as people.

"I didn't think spirits were corporeal. You feel very corporeal to me."

"You'd be surprised. Corporeal can sometimes just be a state of mind. I've bedded spirits before after all."

He hummed then smiled and shifted a little closer to him. Honestly he was practically on his lap at this point but oh well. Tiras hardly cared about that. He was having a great time here.

"You've fallen under my spell. It's something I do unconsciously most of the time. I'd apologize but, well, I'm really not that sorry since I quite like you," he admitted with a little giggle and a tilt of his head.

“I’m not any sort of expert on that,” he stammers. It’s getting a little difficult to follow the conversation. But, what Snake says is true. He doesn’t claim to be an expert on any of the creatures he encounters. That’s not his aim, after all. He doesn’t want to be a creature expert. He just wants to meet the ones who hide in shadows.

And right now, someone he’s been following online for the better part of his life is practically in his lap, staring at him like he could eat Snake up, and professing to like him. W O W. And the way he tilts his head like… Snake can’t resist closing the distance to brush his lips against those oh-so-inviting lips.

Oh. Well this was a fun surprise. Those lips were on his own and he blinked then smiled. Since he was already almost in his lap then why not... Tiras shifted to plop himself right onto Snake's lap and pushed his fingers through his hair as he kissed him back. On that tongue he could taste the eager lust and it made him shiver.

He hadn't planned to taste his new pet tonight but he certainly wasn't complaining. He was so sweet on his tongue. Like a delicate little dessert...

It really wasn’t like him to be forward like that, but it felt like that was what Tiras meant with his body language and proximity. At least, that’s what Snake thought, what with Tiras’ passive abilities working on him. Even with Iseul’s charm, Snake’s only human and they’re in a less crowded room...

When Tiras shifted into his lap, Snakes hands moved immediately to rest on those slim hips, urging the incubus closer. He wore so little, Snake could feel his body heat so easily and it seemed to just melt into him, burning through him. When did it get so warm in here?

He sat up straighter, only so he could be closer to Tiras. To make that kiss deeper so he could sweep his tongue into the wet heat of his mouth and map out the terrain. Oh, yes, there’s definitely lust boiling just under skin, sitting heavy in his mouth and his eyes. But underlying all of that, everything conjured up by Tiras’ natural abilities, is a genuine admiration.

When he was sure that Snake needed air, he pulled back, licking his lips as he smiled at him. Pushing fingers through that dark hair, he admired the pretty thing and then pressed another kiss to his lips. Oh he'd so been ready to not do this right away but why not? He could let Snake be one of the very few (Su-jin was the only other one) who got to taste him repeatedly if Snake wished.

"Take me to another room and I'll let you have me. I want to taste you, Snake. You're mine now..."

Oh. Snake blinked as if he didn’t understand what Tiras said. He heard the words, understood the invitation and what was expected. It was that last part that threw him off. Nonetheless, Snake nodded several times, already breathless from the kiss they shared.

“You’ll have to move first…”

"I won't. I think you'll find I'm very easy for you to carry."

He smiled at him and then kissed his nose sweetly and playfully. Trailing his fingers through his hair, he shifted closer to him rather than get up. All to encourage Snake to do as he'd encouraged of him.

"Go on. Take me to another room."

The pull was irresistible. Snake found himself compelled to obey. So he slid his hands from Tiras’ hips to his ass to better support him as Snake rose from his seat. He’a a little surprised to find Tiras was right: he was easy to carry. Blinking that surprise away. Snake scopes out the area… Yes, over there, down a hall that led away from the common areas of the house. He toed a door open to find a convenient guest room behind it. Kicking it shut behind him, Snake proceeded to carry the incubus to the bed.

Such a sweet boy. Normally he'd love devouring boys like this. Wrecking them so thoroughly they usually obsessed over him until they died or they just died. He would make sure to avoid doing that with this one. He liked Snake enough that he wanted him to be his first and only pet. Someone he could tease and treasure and spoil...

And ruin so no one would ever be able to compare to the sex Snake had had with him.

As soon as they were close to the bed, he kissed him again, moaning against his lips as he let the robe he was wearing fall away to the floor. He wouldn't need it right now. There was something far more interesting about to happen here.

He was careful in setting Tiras on the bed’s edge. The incubus was pretty damn close to naked to start with and Snake wanted to join him in that. His fingers plucked at the buttons of his shirt until he shed it with a graceful roll of his shoulders. Beneath the garment, he’s surprisingly toned for a guy he doesn’t spend a lot of time on exercise.

Closing the distance between them, Snake began to crawl into the bed, urging Tiras back as he did. He dips his head for another slow, lingering kiss. The hunger’s heavy on his tongue as it swept into that inviting wet heat. He groaned into Tiras’ mouth, pulling away when he needed air. He dove back in immediately, trailing molten hot kisses over the line of Tiras’ jaw and the side of his throat.

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