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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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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.

He was so gentle with him. It was actually quite surprising. Tiras blinked up at him as he watched that shirt fall to the floor before scooting back as he was encouraged to before meeting that kiss again. Then he pressed himself into the kisses that trailed over his skin, eyes fluttering closed as his hands moved to get the corset off.

Casting it to the side, he was left in his jewelry, the briefs, and his heels. Those he didn't feel like getting off yet because his hands were now busy running along Snake's body to explore the muscle there, feel the hot skin under his hands. All the while he was sipping at the lust in the air, moaning softly at the way it tasted. Almost like...candy really.

Tiras’ moans sent a shiver of anticipation through Snake. He wasn’t normally the sort to fall into bed with a stranger – was Tiras really that much of a stranger, though? Snake’s been following the incubus’ exploits online for most of his life. He didn’t feel like a stranger. Regardless, some part of his mind that was quickly losing control wanted to explain.

Ah, but the fog of desire was settling in quickly, wrapping around his brain like some lazy cat and making any logical thoughts fade into the deep, dark distance. Burning lust seeped through him, permeated his every thought, every pore, every cell until nothing else mattered but his hunger for the man beneath him.

Tiras’ skin was warm beneath Snake’s lips, tasting very faintly of salt and something he couldn’t quite put his finger on. Once the corset was gone, Snake settled more of his weight on his knees so he could run his hands over Tiras’ slim body. Though he looked like a frail thing, Snake could feel the strength, the raw power of him just beneath the skin.

Bypassing where the collar-like jewelry lay, Snake’s mouth moved along Tiras’ chest. Soft, hungry kisses dotted his skin, punctuated by a soft scrape of teeth as he explored that gorgeous body. He settled on a nipple, licking and sucking at the sensitive nub. One hand moved to tease at the other, first rubbing it before opting to roll it between his thumb and forefinger.

Snake’s free hand moves between them, gliding lower and lower until it slips boldly into Tiras’ underwear. A needy moan sounded, muffled against Tiras’ skin as Snake traced his fingers along the length of him, getting a feel for that hot, hard cock before curling around it to stroke in a slow, languid pace.

Sex was... Well sex was boring for him. He'd told Su-jin plenty of times that he found it boring unless it was him. Because otherwise he just went through the motions of it all until he could finish feeding and then he threw whoever was with him out the door. Boring. Boring. Boring.

So why wasn't this boring?

It was pretty startling to the incubus that he wasn't trying to rush through this to be done with his time with Snake. Instead he was savoring everything and gasping as that mouth and those hands teased him. Whimpering softly, Tiras buried his hands into dark hair to cling to it as his hips rolled up into his hand to ask for more the contact. It made no sense to him that this wasn't boring at all. It really didn't. And he also loved that it wasn't boring too.

Breathing a little faster now, a hand of his went down to try to get the briefs off, so eager to be done with clothes. Well, save for his jewelry and heels. Those could very much stay with no problem.

Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that Snake admired him long before falling under his spell. Well, he had no idea what was going through Tiras’ mind, so he couldn’t offer that thought. He was barely having anything thoughts of his own that didn’t revolve around that lissome body and how it taste and felt and just how much he physically ached to be buried balls deep inside Tiras.

While Tiras fussed with his briefs, Snake mournfully pulled his hands away to unfasten and shimmy out of his own trousers. Clothes were too much of a bother right now when he longed to be skin-to-skin with this otherworldly creature. Once they were kicked off, Snake laid on top of Tiras, claiming his mouth once more in a deep, unhurried kiss. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Snake was sure this was a one-time thing and he was determined to savor the experience.

He slotted their hips together, pressing his hot, hard dick against that soft spot just beside Tiras’ hip bone. A subtle shift had him grinding against Tiras, his moans muffled into the heat of Tiras’ mouth. Another slight shit and his erection moved against the incubus’. A full-body shudder ran through the man and he broke their kiss with a gasp.

Wrapping his legs around him, Tiras latched on tight. A soft whine left him when Snake started to grind against him body rolling up to meet it and have more. Moaning when their cocks met, he threw his head back and let his eyes roll back in his eyes. Eyes closed now, he rolled his hips more to actually enjoy more of the friction that he was being given. A shuddering breath passed his lips and soon he was moving his hands to the bedding under his head to cling to it and even to help push himself up a little.

There was so much he could teach this handsome thing. So much that he could show him. For now they could go vanilla though, he could let Snake show him what he had in him. His adorable pet deserved to have that much.

"More..." In the end patience wasn't his strong point when it came to matters of sex though. And he was always a demanding creature. Even when he wore his mask to hide his real nature.

There’s more of that unseen strength. Snake can feel it in the way Tiras clings to him, sure he wouldn’t be able to escape if the incubus didn’t allow it. Not that escape is anywhere in his mind. Oh no, there’s nowhere else in the whole wide world he’d rather be than wrapped up in those long legs and those slender arms.

Panting for breath and scrambling for a coherent thought, Snake peered down at Tiras, a flicker of distress darting across his face.

“…I don’t think there’s any lube here…”

Tiras' eyes opened and he smiled so sweetly up at his new pet. Tightening his hold with his legs, he shifted himself upwards. To get closer to him and have more of that contact. And to entice the lovely thing more.

"I don't need it. Or prep. I'll be the easiest lay you've ever had. Just fill me up with your dick and I'll be so happy, Snake."

So very happy. Which was new for him with anyone who wasn't Su-jin actually.

Snake blinked. For a fleeting second, it seemed as if the spell had been broken. He looked at Tiras in such disbelief. It passed quickly. Tiras was an incubus, after all, literally built for sex and pleasure. And Snake was painfully hard for him, oh so eager to be wrapped up inside him.

His tongue darted over his lips and he wedged a hand between them to guide his throbbing cock to Tiras’ hole. Snake was already leaking and he took a moment to smear the precum against that tight ring of muscle. And with the slightest shift of his hips, that swollen head pressed inside, through the natural resistance until it felt like Tiras’ body was sucking him inside.

Dark eyes rolled back and a loud moan sounded as his cock sank into that searing heat. Tiras’ felt impossibly tight around him and, for a second, he couldn’t breathe. It was like Tiras was made for his dick, gripping it so perfectly. Once he was fully seated, Snake panted for breath but opened his eyes to peer down the incubus with hungry eyes.

“How do you like it?” Slow and steady? A fast, hard fuck? What would Tiras like best?

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