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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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There’s very little privacy when living with a demon who doesn’t need sleep. Only those times when Matthias wasn’t home – which could sometimes stretch on for days (though he’d usually find occasion to text the wolf so he’d know he hadn’t been abandoned yet).

Matthias shivers each time Sam pulled off of him. The wolf’s saliva on his overheated dick sent shivers running up his spine and earned whines of protest. Ah, but the truth was that while he enjoyed Sam sucking on him, he didn’t actually want to cum in his mouth… not yet anyway. But he was eager for everything Sam had to give him, wanton and unbridled in his reactions.

He tasted himself on Sam’s lips, arching up beneath for more skin-to-skin contact, eagerly sweeping his tongue into the wolf’s mouth to tangle with the resident muscle. His hands slipped from Sam’s hair, blunted nail scraping across the backs of his shoulders. Sam will find Matthias was very hot beneath him, what with the demon running at a higher temperature than the average human (it makes for good snuggling in the winter!).

Ah, but he could taste Sam’s desire, feel it in every shift of muscle beneath skin, in every touch, in every kiss. And Matthias offered it right back to him: unrestrained lust, a need for him and him alone. The demon drew his legs up, pressing his feet into the mattress to leverage himself. He rocked his hips up, grinding his hot hard cock against Sam’s.

“Su-bin,” he moaned, “I want you so bad…” The how of it didn’t matter. Whether Sam fucked him or sat on his cock, it didn’t matter to Matthias as long as one of them got inside the other and soon.

"Let me get your ready." Pouring the lube onto his fingers, he settled himself nicely between those legs and worked a finger into him. Before long he was working a second, spreading Matthias open as he pressed hot kisses along his jaw and neck. He had to curl a little to be able to reach him like this but that didn't bother him in the slightest. It even excited the wolf in him in a way.

Scraping his teeth against his neck, he shuddered. A demon would be able to heal from any mark that he made and yet it was so tempting to still mark him as his own. To claim him as only his. It was the alpha in him talking and he knew it...

So he dragged his tongue over the spot and let out a little shuddering sigh. He'd always loved Matthias' scent but today he loved it more than ever. It was just so...delicious.

Matthias sighed out Sam’s name, hands roaming over every inch of skin he could comfortably touch while the wolf worked him open. Those kisses prompted him to let his head drop back, intentionally exposing his throat. Oh, he’s well aware of what that signals. It’s exactly the message Matthias wanted to convey: I’m yours.

Those teeth against his throat left the demon shuddering, whining for more than just that soft tease. Sam was holding back. Matthias’ brows furrowed slightly and he found his fingers pushing through Sam’s hair once more. Maybe more than that, trying to guide him a little?

“Do it,” he urged, curling his fingers tightly into Sam’s hair. “Let it out.” Oh, yes, he longed to see more of the wolf in Sam.

His eyes darted up, surprised by what Matthias just said. He wanted him to mark him. If he'd had wolf features out they would have all been in high alert, filled with interest. But that was the only hesitation he made before his teeth sank into Matthias' shoulder where it connected to his neck. Blood rushed into his mouth but he didn't swallow it since he wasn't a vampire.

Latching on with an intention to leave a scar despite what Matthias was, Sam growled deep and low. For a moment his eyes flashed gold as the wolf in him came out more and more.

Sliding his fingers away, he lined himself up and sank his cock into his mate. The feeling of how hot and tight he was made him growl again, every part of him claiming him as his own. This demon was his now. In every sense of the word.

“Ah!” It was no mere sting of teeth. No, it was genuine pain as Sam’s teeth tore into him. Sure, that will heal entirely by the time they wake in the morning )or maybe afternoon), but the memory will remain. The memory of his wolf marking him, of his teeth sinking through the skin and his blood flowing… maybe even staining the sheets.

And in the same instant, that amazing cock pierced him. “Yes, yes, yes!” came the sibilant cry as Sam sank into him. Matthias drew his legs up, hooking his ankles around Sam’s waist so he could press in that much deeper. He wrapped his entire body around the wolf, clenching down on his dick while he pulled him close.

This was everything he wanted. Sam’s body against his, lips, teeth, and tongue on his overheated skin, and, oh, that hot, hard cock lodged inside him. He wanted Sam to let go, to simply let the wolf out and claim him in every way possible. A strange feeling, but one he embraced.

He never wanted to belong to anyone before…

Blood was all over the pillow and the bed. It was enough to make his eyes remain gold as he started to roll his hips. Pulling back, he gazed down at his mate, his entire mouth covered in the blood of the bite that he'd just delivered. Panting, he made sure each thrust was powerful and deep, easily causing the bed to creak from the start.

Holding those hips, he lifted them up to better be able to thrust into the demon's body, groaning at how it felt to fill him. Matthias was hardly small but with their height difference? He could really feel it now.

"Matthias..." He breathed out the name as he kept moving, kept laying out his claim over this one being here.

He wouldn’t bleed for long. But while he did? Ah, the heat of it spilling over skin was heady. He shivered as it trickled down his shoulder until it dripped into a pool on the pillow beneath him. They’ll have to replace that… later.

Oh, Sam looked incredible with Matthias’ blood smeared across his lips. It prompted Matthias to surge up and claim his mouth in hungry kiss. He tasted Sam as he delved his tongue into the wolf’s mouth and the tinge of copper from his blood. Another shudder passed through him at the sheet violent eroticism of it.

“Don’t stop,” he demanded. The bed creaked beneath them and every deep thrust felt like it punched the air from Matthias’ lungs. And he wanted nothing less than that. He wanted to be claimed, to know Sam marked him inside and out. Using what little leverage he had, Matthias tried to pull himself up to meet each move.

Ah, but it was so easy to get lost in that sweet friction, in the feel of that delicious cock stretching his hole open and plowing into him. Dark eyes fell closed once more and his head fell back against the now-sticky pillow.

“Don’t stop,” a plea this time. Breathless and needy. “Ah, Su-bin, your dick feels so good…”

"I won't..." Actually he wasn't sure if he could stop at this point. Years of loving him in silence without Matthias ever knowing had culminated to this point. With so many emotions in his mind, it was instinct driving him onward. And he was so grateful that it was working for Matthias as well.

Kissing him yet again, he let his lips crash into the ones below him as he worked to drive them over the edge now. As much as he wanted to last all night with this one round? He couldn't. But that didn't mean more rounds couldn't happen after this and that thought alone was enough to satisfy him.

"Don't hold back. Let it all go..."

Don’t hold back. Oh, but he probably should. For all he looks like a human, Matthias most certainly was not. This shape was not his natural one. He was a sharp thing, all teeth and claws, a thing meant to devour. Letting it all got would mean letting the softness of this shape bleed away around the edges, growing perhaps too edges and pointed.

All teeth and claws.

Claws that scraped over Sam’s back, pulling flesh apart in the process. Only very thin scratches that turned angry red just before blood bubbled up the surface. Very thin, precise as a scalpel. Oh, he could gash flesh, rend it open, but he didn’t want to hurt Sam.

Teeth that felt suddenly sharper, that inadvertently tore at lips and tongues until he could tase blood in his mouth. Was it Sam’s? Was it his? Some combination of both? That would be fitting.

All the years they’ve spent together, dancing around whatever feelings lurked beneath the surface, left Matthias feeling energized. Too sensitive. And, oh the way Sam claimed him, pounding in him, weight bearing down on him… He knew this couldn’t persist. The sounds of the bed creaking beneath them, their skin clapping when their bodies met with each deep, hard thrust, their panting and moaning… it all formed a symphony that, combined with the smell of Sam and sex, was making Matthias absolutely feral.

The wolf’s cock felt amazing pounding into him, stretching him open, all but battering that sweet spot hidden inside. When Matthias pried himself away from bloodied kisses, the eyes that peered up at Sam weren’t the familiar dark eyes he knew. No, they were black where they should be white and so pale they were nearly white where they should be dark.

“… so close…” he rattled out.

Knowing that his friend was a demon and feeling it proved to be two different things. Seeing as well. Matthias always kept himself looking so human so anyone would want to see him. So he wouldn't scare people away. But now he wasn't holding that back and Sam groaned as he held that demonic appearance, falling more in love with him simply because this was more of who his mate really was.

Others would likely tell him that he was insane and that was fine. He didn't care about their thoughts. Only this one creature beneath him who was letting his monster out as much as he was himself. The fact that they could both be so comfortable to do so...

Sam growled and kissed him again as his hands came to move under the knees of the creature beneath him. To hold him down and bend him in half as he worked to finish him off. If he was close then he wanted to push him right over that edge. No need to hold back anymore.

"Me too," he growled to him. "Let me feel it..."

Ah, but the rumble in Sam’s voice, the command in it. The wolf only needed only a few more thrust to get what he wanted. Practically bent in half, there was nowhere Matthias could go. All he could do was tighten his legs around Sam, giving just a taste of his inhuman strength. Those eerie eyes went wide and claws dug in deep when the world dropped out from beneath him.

Matthias came hard between them, shouting his pleasure. A litany of yes, yes! punctuated by gasped Su-biins. His muscles quivered violently and clamped down around that dick still working his hole as if it didn’t want to let Sam go. Every nerve fired and it was all Matthias could do to rein in his strength.

But this? This was bliss. Pure and unadulterated delight. And, next to guilt, wasn’t that what Matthias lived for?

Feeling Sam still moving, the demon tore his eyes open and hissed, “Give it to me…” He wanted – no, needed – to feel Sam tumble over the edge. Needed to feel his cock spasm before filling him with his cum for the first time. The secret, hidden mark that would make him Sam’s mate in every sense.

Though he could feel the pain of the claws at his back, his attention was only on Matthias. A deep growl rumbled through him as he felt his demon cum between them. Panting hard, he rocked his hips harder for several more thrusts until he too tumbled over the edge.

His body spasmed and jerked, his cock pouring into Matthias. When he was done, he leaned down to kiss him deeply before settling on top of him. Balanced on his elbows, he stroked the demon's hair and smiled down at him.

"Now you really feel like mine," he murmured softly.

That cock pulsing inside him pulled a pitched whimper from Matthias. Somehow, this felt different than any random lay. It felt significant for Sam to fill him like this. The secret that marked him as belonging to Sam.

Somehow, the idea of belonging to Sam, specifically, didn’t offend him. In the past, he always pushed back at that sort of thing. He didn’t belong to anyone – though he happily claimed others as his time and time again.

Hasn’t he been Sam’s all along? Wasn’t that why he hadn’t left?

“Am I not?”

"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.

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