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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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Those hands tangling in his hair caused his mask to fall from his head but he didn't care. All he cared about was the feel of Iseul kissing him back as they moved together. A gasp escaped him when his back hit the tree but he still didn't bother to care about that either. All he longed for was the feel of this body against his own, hands reaching to pull him in tighter.

Shuddering from the feel of that warmth sinking into his clothes, he moved his hands down to cling to the jacket that Iseul wore. He didn't want to lose any of it as they seemed to devour each other in that moment. A dam had been broken. Shattered even. There would be no repairing it at this point.

Rivalry? What rivalry? No, no, it had all been a dance leading to this very moment. Did it matter that neither of them realized it until now? Until something tangible snapped and they could no longer deny the magnetism between them? And, oh, why did have to be when they were both in formalwear? Iseul shudders, a flash of memory when his fingers brushed like butterfly wings against Damian's bare skin in his studio. How he longs to press his palms to that cool skin, to map out every curve and contour of the vampire's body with his lips. And can he convey that he wants everything, everything Damian is in just this hungry kiss?

Damian had known starvation in the past. It was that way every single time that he woke up from a long sleep. Groggy and starving. However that didn't compare to what this was like. He needed Iseul so badly and it was like he was only just now discovering this fact. Every fiber of his being was forgetting the world around him in favor of this one being before him. It was...mind-blowing.

Moaning softly into the kiss, he let himself tangle tongues with the fae as he got to know the taste of him. Oh but how good his blood had to taste! And he hadn't even experienced it yet! Damian shuddered just imagining it, longing to taste and hold Iseul close without all these clothes.

It was madness in a way he never knew he needed.

A pity he’s hosting a party right that instant or Iseul would moat eagerly trade this beautiful garden for the privacy of his bedroom. For now, he’ll take what he could get here under the starlight.

When his lungs scream for air, Iseul pulls back just enough for a gasping sip. No, he refuses to put any unnecessary distance between them. His fingers loosen in the vampire’s hair, moving instead to trace the lines of that most beautiful (beloved?) face. Damian looks truly ethereal under the soft light of the lamps and stars. As for Iseul, color rests bright on his cheeks. Those dark eyes burn hot with unmasked desire and kiss-bruised lips remain parted aa he pants for breath.

The momentary pause seems to stretch on before Iseul curls his fingers into the front of Damian’s jacket to pull him in for another drowning kiss.

He didn't need air to breathe so he just let his eyes flutter open to look at Iseul. He could hear his heart rushing, see how the blood had flushed his cheeks. The fae had always been breathtaking but like this? Oh god he was more beautiful than ever before. Damian took in every single detail from the flushed skin to those swollen lips.

Then he dove back in when Iseul did to kiss him again. To meet him halfway. Cool hands cupped his face to hold him close as he actually moaned softly into the contact, pressing himself close to the other. How had they never done this before? This affection was like magic. A drug.

He was so addicted and this was only their first time...

Is this the reason for the tension that's been building these many, many years? How did they both fail to notice? Neither of them are particularly inattentive. It baffles him... Or rather, it will baffle Iseul when he's back in his house, when all his guests have gone and he's alone to think on it. Right now? There's no thought in his head but being closer to Damian, kissing Damian, touching Damian, how very, very much he desires Damian.

They're hidden enough unless someone stumbles to the center of the hedge maze. Private enough for his hands to release the vampire's suit coat in favor of tugging at his shirt, to pull the hem free of being tucked and delve his hands beneath it. A moan bubbles up in his throat the instant his too-warm hands feel that cool skin. Iseul presses his palms to Damian's stomach, plays his fingers and slides them upward. More, more, more is all he wants. More of Damian, more of this vampire he's been locked in 'battle' with for centuries. More of the only being he perceives as an equal.

More of the only being who makes his blood burn in his veins. No lover, past or present, can set him ablaze like this. None of them can obliterate thought with nothing more than a kiss.

Iseul's hands push against Damian's chest as if he can shove him back any further with the tree behind him. He himself presses so close it's almost uncomfortable with his hands between them. Why, oh, why must they be clothed? Foul, odious garments keep them too far apart and he longs for more closeness. No, he needs. Needs it the way he needs sustenance and air. Needs it to live.

All too soon he finds he needs a breath again. His lips remain so close to Damian's they could share that sip of air if the vampire had any need of it. One hand slips free from under his vampire's shirt to lay a warm palm against his cheek. Tipping his head away just enough to peer at Damian without going cross-eyed, he stares at him through half-lidded eyes from under a thick fringe of dark lashes.

"Damian," he whispers. No, it's less than a whisper, barely more than breath in the shape of a name; a name spoken with all the reverence of a prayer meant only for the ears of some unknown god. Except in this case, the god is right before him and certain to hear. "Be mine. Mine like this garden, not to own, but to care for and tend..."

Damian pressed himself into that touch and moved his hands into Iseul's hair. Had he ever felt anything so soft before? No, he couldn't have. This was heavenly and he wanted to always have the chance to touch it. To have those hands on him, burning hot compared to the chill of his own flesh. Moaning again, he chased after those lips when they pulled away before opening his eyes to gaze at the fae.

They'd been rivals for so long. Locked in a battle for the ages. A constant attempt to be the one to gain power. Yet now they were entangled in desire that was mutual and made him forget about the world around him.

Licking his lips, he gazed at him more, listening to those words that he suddenly realized he'd been longing for for years. Only he'd never known it. Not until now. Pushing his fingers through that dark hair, he let his eyes wander all over his face as if to see if Iseul truly meant it.

No, he definitely had to mean it...

"And your others?" The cause of what had hurt him the last time he was here. Back before the kiss in what seemed like ages ago...

"What others?"

After this? After him, there couldn't possibly be others. Iseul will cut all ties with them, even banish them from his life and his memory if Damian asks it of him. The way he burns for this vampire makes it hard to scrape up even the mere recollection of desiring some other.

"Even if you won't have me, there will be no others after tonight."

Damian's eyes widened at those words. It was such a declaration that was so direct it could only be the truth. His lips parted in surprise and he stared at him for a time, utterly lost for words. He was sure his heart would beat out of his chest if it could.

"I will have you."

He would be his. He would. After tonight he couldn't go back to how things were anymore. Not with this kiss still burning on his lips in the most beautiful way.

I will have you.

The words sear into Iseul's mind. For a second, it feels like everything stopped: the turning of the world, the beating of his heart, time itself. How long has he longed for this and not even realized? How long has Damian been in possession of his heart without him knowing that most vital organ was no longer his own?

Without a thought, Iseul reaches up to untie the cape wrapped about him. Even as it falls away, his deft fingers are unfastening the hidden closures of his collar, tugging the fabric to bare his throat to this predator.

"Then have all of me."

It was the predator in him as much as it was Damian himself who locked eyes on his throat. Swallowing, he stared at the way that throat was bared to him. An offer that would surely bind them to each other for eternity. Moving his fingers down to that pulse, he felt it beat beneath his fingers a moment as if everything was frozen in that single moment.

Then he was moving. In his mind it was slow and fluid. In Iseul's mind it would be in an instant. One moment he was frozen before him and then in the next he'd reversed their positions to press his lips to his throat. Shuddering at the scent of him, he parted his lips to press his fangs until they pierced skin, eyes fluttering closed at the first taste of him.

It burned on his tongue and he could taste the actual fae magic in him. Moaning loud, he cupped the back of his head and wrapped his other arm around him to hold Iseul close as he swallowed that first mouthful.

Sometimes, only sometimes, it's easy to forget exactly what Damian is. It's all academic to think of him as a vampire, a title without the acknowledgment of the monstrous power behind it. An apex predator, a hunter by nature with all the preternatural skills and instincts to make them truly dangerous -- even to other non-humans. But Iseul's reminded of it the instant his back hits the oak tree. Oh, he's well and truly trapped, with that broad trunk behind him and the power and strength of a vampire in front of him.

That thought is fleeing, gone the instant he feels those cold lips on his skin. The fae's pulse stutters and speeds up in the fractions of a second between feeling those soft lips and those unnaturally sharp teeth. Inky eyes flutter closed and he reaches up to cling to Damian. A whimpering moan echoes the vampire's as he feels a sort of heady sensation wrap around him. It isn't dizziness outright, but something adjacent to it.

Oh, and a fresh spike of white-hot desire.

He took his time with this, letting himself savor the blood that he had longed to taste for years. It was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before and suddenly he knew he'd never be able to enjoy blood from anyone else ever again. Nothing could compare to the wonder that was this. A sweet and heady elixir that he was addicted to upon first drop.

Amazing. In every single possible way.

Desire pulled through him and he kept close to Iseul as he drank deeply. As strong as his hold was, there was also a gentleness to it. A care that spoke of his feelings for the fae in this moment. As much as him pulling away when he did with a gasp.

He couldn't drink further otherwise Iseul wouldn't be able to remain standing. To continue on through the night. But he did lap at the spot until the bleeding stopped, to make sure his blood wouldn't stain his fine clothes. All the while he continued to hold him to support him, sighing as his body tingled from the blood moving through him now.

His hands ball once more into the vampire's suit coat, clinging with fresh desperation. Has he ever experienced such delight as this? No, not once in his long life. It's an experience completely new, overwhelming, blissful, bordering on sexual in nature.

When Damian pulls away, Iseul feels utterly bereft, whining softly. Though he could still stand, Iseul swoons in Damian's arms. He leans back slightly in that embrace, resting some of his weight against the old oak behind him.

They've already gone this far, haven't they? Iseul hardly has the mind to stop now.

Wetting his lips, he peers at Damian, his eyes dark as night but practically glowing with unmasked want.

"Have all of me." Prying his fingers free of Damian's clothes, he squeezes his hands between them to discard the belt around his own waist and unfasten more of the closures on his outfit.

He didn't need to look down to know what was happening. Damian knew. He knew and he wanted it just as badly, even shifting to rest a hand against the tree by Iseul's head. In this moment he didn't look like the fluffy thing everyone made fun of for being a vampire. No, he looked like the predator he actually was.

"Do you have what we need?"

Because he was not saying no. Oh no. Damian very much wanted to continue to bind the two of them together right here and now.

He huffs out a breathless laugh. Please excuse Iseul for being an always prepared sort. Or maybe somewhere, deep in the recesses of his mind, he planned for this. Maybe it's better to let Damian think that than be aware that, prior to right now, Iseul might possibly have been a little bit slutty.

He glances toward discarded cape pooled on the ground near their feet, then nods toward it. "There's a pocket hidden inside..." And inside that pocket is what they need. Iseul would get it himself, but he's rather wrapped up in Damian's arms at the moment.

Damian was too hungry for Iseul to even think about why he'd have oil on him. So he just looked to the discarded cape. Then he used his energies to pull it up into his hand, something he didn't usually do because it could be draining. However, he was freshly fed with blood far more powerful than he was used to consuming usually. So he didn't have to think twice about it as he pulled it up then fished through it for what he wanted.

Smiling, he opened it then leaned forward to brush his lips against Iseul's. "Help me with my clothes please," he requested so that way he could focus on getting his fingers coated properly.

So polite. "With pleasure," he answers. Tearing his eyes away from Damian's beautiful face, his fingers made short work of buttons and fastens, of sliding garments off Damian's shoulders, of baring more and more of his skin. Oh, yes, he's seen Damian shirtless once before, but it paled in comparison to the way he looked under starlight. He even felt a little warmer now that he's freshly fed. There's no hesitance when his hands move against that pale skin. No, he glides them down the vampire's arms as Iseul undresses him; slides them across his chest and along his torso. Why, he even lets them tease along the waistline of his trousers before laying them open, too.

And once he's done with that, Iseul returns to his own clothes. He rolls his shoulders, letting his open shirt slide down them. He slips his feet out of his shoes and pushes his own pants down in a slow, deliberate manner designed to entice. Did Damian need to be enticed at this point? Well, a little extra effort never hurt. Oh, and the mask... He finally discards that, too (though it was sitting a bit askew after all those heated kisses).

He let Iseul take care of their clothes then moved a little closer. Once all their clothes were discarded, he smiled and actually moved to grab those legs to put them around his waist. Like this he could support him against the tree and press biting kisses to his chest and neck while he coated his fingers.

When he felt he had enough, he discarded the bottle to bring those fingers under his new lover. Before long he was sliding one inside of him, sighing against his skin as he felt that warmth surround it. "...beautiful..."

Iseul gasps out a surprised cry when Damian lifts him off his feet. Of course he has the strength for it despite his appearance. The fae’s glad of it since he’s feeling a little lightheaded between lust and blood loss. Those lissome arms naturally drape over Damian’s shoulders, hands clasping behind his neck to hold on even as his legs wrap more tightly around the vampire’s waist.

Each and every press of Damian’s lips again his skin leaves Iseul shivering in anticipation. His hands shift to tangle into that pale hair, maybe guiding just a little and very gently to the places he knows are the most sensitive; to the places he longs for the lips to kiss and those teeth to bite and scrape.

The initial intrusion causes Iseul to suck in a sharp breath as his head falls back against the tree trunk with a quiet thud. Fingers flex and tighten in Damian’s hair as that first probing digit works itself inside him. The fae draws in another long breath, using it to will himself to relax and accept what Damian is giving him. It’s everything Iseul asked for, everything he wanted and didn’t realize until mere moments ago.

Damian worked that finger deeper inside of Iseul as he kept up the biting kisses. Taking his time, even with how impatient he was feeling, he spread the oil as needed before adding another finger to spread him open. All the while he felt himself shudder from the feel of how the fae was clinging to him, something he knew he'd be doing instead if the roles were reversed.

Soon he was moving back up, kissing him briefly before smiling against his lips. He knew that he had to taste of Iseul's blood still but that didn't bother the vampire and he somehow doubted it bothered his lover either.

"I can feel your blood singing in me. It makes me so hungry for you in so many ways..."

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.

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