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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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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.

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.”

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