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Infusco => INFUSCO: Enter The Shadows => Grigori Inc => Topic started by: Trillian on September 16, 2019, 10:27:51 PM
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The taxi deposited Ben on the footpath in front of the building that was Saraekiel's headquarters. It was midnight, the night was cold and the moon was almost at its halfway point. Ben stared at the building, finally doubting that Saraekiel was even here and whether or not he lived in this building. This was his office, right? Just because Ben lived at his headquarters didn't mean that everybody else lived at theirs.
He stood outside the building, fists clenched and his anger holding out but there was more beneath the surface. Hurt. Confusion. Rejection. Kerr had assumed the worst of him and shuffled him out of Win's room like a mother hen. Ben had been humiliated by the manoeuvre. His single opposition to it was met with a walkout. It was like everything they'd discussed from the time Kerr had returned from the dead, had been thrown out the window.
Thinking about it brought his lingering rage fresh and new to the surface. It gave him the confidence to move into the building. He saw Paddy behind the reception counter. When Ben caught his eye, he didn't bother with a greeting.
"Tell Saraekiel that Ben is here," he ordered.
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The ringing of the phone startled him from the spreadsheet he was working on. he gazed at the clock on the computer and raised an eyebrow at the time it displayed as he picked up the handset. "Yes?"
His eyebrows climbed higher higher as Paddy informed him of his late night visitor. He flicked his eyes to the elevator door, expecting Ben to step out of it for some reason then flicked his eyes around his office. It was neat, although dimly lit.
"Send him up. Actually Paddy, just give him your access card."
Why was Ben calling on him in the middle of the night? if had been a few days since their last social call and he hadn't heard anything in the grapevine that would call for a political visit. Intrigued he got up from his desk and turning up the lights with the remote control he then went and stood by the lounge.
Paddy hung up the phone and approached Ben. "Ummm Mr Samson, Saraekiel said you could go straight up. just use this to access his level in the elevator." He held out his access card with a polite smile, his eyes however were burning with curiosity.
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Ben took the card and moved to the lift, pressing the button and riding it up. He pocketed the card absently, not really thinking about what he was doing. The anger in his belly did a little flip at the idea of seeing Saraekiel again, this time without a chaperone. He hadn't acted on any of his impulses throughout their last meeting, but he'd discovered - much to his surprise - that his intense attraction to Saraekiel was mutual.
Though was it really? Had the dark angel picked up on his signs and was manipulating him? Right now he didn't care. Right now he wanted someone to prioritise him, respond to him, seduce him.
The lift doors opened and Ben stepped out. He was wearing the same thing he'd worn earlier that night when he'd been working in his office; light grey slacks and a black button-up shirt, open at the throat. The shoes on his feet were black sneakers - comfortable but could pass for business shoes in a pinch.
Saraekiel stood in the middle of the room, waiting for him. Ben moved over to him, feeling like he was moving through thickened air, like in a dream. He stopped about a metre away.
"Kerr and I had a fight," he said, explaining his presence. He hadn't meant to say anything about the real reason why he was here, but it came out anyway. He said it without emotion - just a statement of fact, just something for Saraekiel to know.
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He was dressed rather simply in dark denim jeans, sneakers and a pale lemon coloured short sleeved shirt and like Ben his top three buttons were undone. His official work hours had finished hours ago and so he had changed into something far more comfortable. He pushed off of the back of the lounge and stood straighter as the elevator door opened and Ben stepped out. His anger was palpable and rolled off of him in waves.
"I'm sorry to hear that." He said softly. Ben's statement had been simple but the emotions behind it were not. He slowly approached Ben and unable to resist he reached out and tucked a stray strand of Ben's hair back into place, his fingertips trailing over his skin as he did so.
"Are you okay?" He asked gently as he wondered how much shit was about to hit the fan because of this visit, He looked into Ben's glacial eyes and decided that maybe he didn't care.
"Come on in" He indicated the lounge behind him for Ben to sit at if he wished as he stepped to the side, giving Ben the chance to come closer."
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Ben's gaze raked Saraekiel's form and his anger flipped and transformed into a different kind of heat when the dark angel reached out and softly grazed fingertips over his skin. Ben's eyes fluttered but he didn't recoil; instead he wet his lips, a portion within him screaming the question of what he thought he was doing, but it was a very small portion. He knew exactly what he was doing. He might not have known it on the drive over in the cab, but he'd certainly known it on the ride up the lift.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Ben replied. He certainly sounded okay. He closed the distance between them and glanced at the lounge but didn't move towards them. He stopped in front of Saraekiel instead, looking up at him and knowing - from the meeting they'd had two nights ago - that he had an appeal to this man.
Win had looked at him with a hunger earlier tonight. Ben had felt the presence of his lust. Unfortunately Win was a no-go right now. He was too embarrassed to pursue anything there. But Saraekiel...
"Kiel," he said softly. "I don't want to talk about what brought me here."
He did the thing he'd been stopping himself ever since he'd lain eyes on the dark angel at Charon's party for Sabrina's outing as District Leader of the South. He reached out and touched him.
He raised his hands and slid his palms up the lemon yellow shirt, which looked almost white against Kiel's golden skin. He stared into the dark angel's almondine shaped eyes, admired his lashes and dropped his stare to the divine curve of his lips. Being so close to Saraekiel was a heady experience. He felt drugged, like he was overdosing on his very presence. It was a new, wondrous sensation. He'd never felt lust before, not to this degree.
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A trill of pleasure spilled down his spine as Ben closed the distance between them and ran his hands over his chest. He searched Ben's mesmerizing glacial eyes, looking for any doubt or uncertainty in their depths. Ben felt like lust but underneath that was a conflagration of anger and frustration. As much as he was attracted to Ben and because of the intensity of that attraction, he didn't want to become nothing more then a vengeance lay in the Samson and Galvin saga.
The sound of his name falling from Ben's lips sent anther tremor to course through him "Then don't" He said simply in response, his voice though still soft held a slight huskiness from his own desire.
He lifted his hand and brushed the back of his fingers along Bens fine, sweeping cheekbone, then down along his jaw to his mouth, his thumb then lightly tracing over his slightly parted lips, first the bottom then the top. The flesh soft and delicate beneath his touch. He yearned to pull Ben in even closer, to capture those lips with his own as he ran his fingers through his hair, to wrap his arms and wings around him, but he knew if he gave into the temptation, if he crossed that line, stepping back would be so very hard and the consequences, the consequences would be dire.
With a shuddering breath and a look of pained regret in his eyes, he took a step back and away from Ben
"But we need to discuss the potential repercussions of what will follow if you stay here, and you need to decide if this is what you really want, if this is all you want."
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With Saraekiel's thumb crossing over his lips, he captured it with his mouth as it moved across the top, enough of the thumb available for him to suck on, tongue flicking up along and then across the tip of the thumb before it exited. Desire hummed loud in his ears, all other sounds shut off except for them - the brush of his fingers on fabric, the racing heart beneath Kiel's chest and his breath as it was pulled in and exhaled.
As Ben's body responded, thickening and becoming sweetly uncomfortable in his pants, he started forgetting about why he was here and what had happened to bring him here. He'd always had the ability to get lost in the moment, to lose himself in eroticism. One of his hands started climbing up, wanting to entangle itself in Sarakiel's hair, when the dark angel pulled away and Ben was left with nothing but air. He dropped his hands to his sides, not bothering to cover up his erection.
Of course there was an obvious line he could say in response to Kiel's words.
This is all I've wanted since I laid eyes on you
But he didn't have it in him to be flirty and sexy and to try and talk Saraekiel into action. He didn't want to talk anyone into action. That was why he'd come here in the first place. He'd thought the dark angel would be selfish, that he would take what was on offer no questions asked, that he desired Ben enough to accept him in whatever form he came.
"Don't do this," Ben said, his voice shaking. "Don't make me regret coming here instead of going to Venture," he pleaded, because he did have options. "This might be a one-time thing, or something more, but if you shut me out now you'll get nothing, because I won't dare try again. I need someone to do what I want. Just... do what I want."
He remained as he was, waiting for his reply, feeling defeated and miserable and wondering why it was so difficult to find someone who wanted what he wanted. Was this why District Leaders were always so grumpy? Because they were eternally being cock-blocked or denying themselves?
He stared at Saraekiel, hoping to be spared the indignity of being sent away.
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Sarakie narrowed his eyes slightly at Ben's words, the memory of Ben's mouth around his thumb was still causing his cock to swell and thicken, each swelling jerk synchronizing with the fading ghost like sensation of each lick and caress of Ben's tongue and lips. The sensory memory was distracting enough to cool any anger he might have felt over what was being said. His smokey grey eyes still smouldering with desire. He didn't like ultimatums and Ben had definitely thrown one into his face.
"Do what I want."
Was also not a command that he would normally have responded well to. He flicked his burning eyes over Ben, devouring him with his gaze. he was so tired of trying to play diplomat.
Ben's relationship with Kerr wasn't his problem and he wasn't their nurse maid.
He swooped in towards Ben, his hands sliding along the back of his head, his soft blond hair just long enough to grip as he bunched his fingers in it, pulling his head back as he gave in and captured Ben's mouth with his own. his lips hungry and demanding as he drank him down, his body pressing hard up against him.
After a few moments he pulled away, his gaze hot and demanding as he looked at Ben, his fingers trailing through Ben's hair and skimming lightly over the skin of his neck.
"I do what I want."
He slid his fingers lower, skipping over his collar only to tangle in the fabric of his shirt as he ran his fingers over his shoulders and down his chest. He wanted skin and Ben was dressed in far to many layers, with a soft snarl he grabbed Ben by the hips and scooping him up into his arms he carried him over to his desk and planted him on top of it.
He looked down at his prize as he bunched the black hindrance that was Ben's shirt in his fists and tore it open, Ben's buttons popping and spilling onto the desk and floor around them. He slid his hands over Ben's smooth cool skin, gliding slowly up over his stomach chest and shoulders, the feel of the vampires body beneath his touch only fueled his hunger and desire for him as he cupped his hands around the side and back of his neck.
"And what I want, is you." He said as he tugged Ben towards him and once drank him down with a kiss, his tongue darting furtively between his lips.
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When Saraekiel approached, Ben automatically reached out for him so that the dark angel stepped into his arms. His fingers curled, nails scraping his back as his head was forced back. It was rough and sexy and just what he needed as a kiss was pressed onto him. He responded as best he could in the position he was in. Being curved backwards - even as slightly as he was - pressed their groins together so that he could feel the dark angel's erection, thick and heavy against his thigh, his own one rubbing beside it in the most maddening way, yearning to be freed.
When Kiel pulled back, Ben made a soft sound of loss, his teeth grit together, staring first as those lips he'd just been kissing before lifting his gaze to make eye contact.
'I do what I want,' Kiel said, and fuck it was so sexy Ben couldn't stand it. He felt like he'd been a contained flicker, stoked into a small blaze here and there but mostly kept under control. Now he'd been unleashed and was burning everything in sight. A wildfire.
His hands moved up Saraekiel's back and delved into his hair, thumbs massaging his scalp moments before he was picked up. Ben grunted his surprise before wrapping his legs around Kiel's muscular torso, right hand shifting hurriedly down to press between his shoulder blades to keep himself in place, feeling the muscles working there that held him sturdily.
He wasn't on the desk long before the buttons of his shirt were flying and his chest was bared. He felt a little self-conscious about his lightly-muscled frame. Saraekiel had a better body, better skin. He was taller and bigger with more well-defined muscles. Ben had felt them through the dark angel's clothing. He didn't dwell on it too much other than hoping he wouldn't be a disappointment. The way he was touched soon after removed all of his doubts. His stomach clenched as Saraekiel's fingers found the ticklish part of him.
'And what I want, is you' Kiel told him next, and there was relief and passion and a desire to keep things going. Right now he couldn't get enough. Not enough skin, not enough touching, not enough pressing or rubbing or fucking. He wanted it to last but he also wanted it all now, now, now.
Kissing came first as Ben's hands returned to the front of Kiel's yellow shirt. He made himself undo the button rather than force them apart. Then the next. Then the next. It was fucking agonising. His cock was uncomfortable in his pants now. He didn't want to explode early and inside his clothes. That would be humiliating to the hundredth degree.
He didn't need to breathe but it was a habit to pull in breath in a heightened state of arousal. He usually expelled it in small sounds and gasps, murmurs and groans when in the middle of sex. Right now he was expelling breath in sighs and puffs of delight whenever his lips were free. He put his mouth to use whenever Saraekiel needed to catch his breath by kissing along his jaw, aware of the tattoo when he was kissing past Kiel's neck to reach his earlobe, pulling it into his mouth, sucking and gnawing gently on it between teeth, while his hands busied themselves.
He'd finished unbuttoning Saraekiel's shirt. He was up to his pants now. He still had his legs around the dark angel's hips which made the job slightly more difficult but too bad, he wasn't giving up how close they were. His fingers worked down Kiel's fly and delved in to discover there was no underwear to deal with. Unhindered, he wrapped his hand around Saraekiel's thick cock, freeing him before he started gently stroking. Ben abandoned Saraekiel's ear to return to his mouth, wanting to kiss him now that he was holding him.
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His eyes shuttered closed in pleasure as Ben nibbled a fiery path along his skin with his kisses, a small groan passing his own lips as Ben sucked and nibbled his earlobe, a shudder of pleasure shot sharply through his body, pooling within his stomach like molten fire, his cock jerking harder within the confines of the material that kept him imprisoned as the sensation of those teeth against his skin, and from the implied implication of adding more teeth to the game, of adding pain to the pleasure sent goosebumps dancing over his golden skin. Ben's slow unbuttoning of his shirt was also excruciating, he wanted his hands on him now, needed to feel skin against skin as his throbbing member strained tightly against the denim that kept it constrained, the constriction of the material only adding fuel to the fire that burned within him.
As Ben slipped his hand inside his jeans and released him from that prison, he inadvertently released all of him, his glamour slipping away like water off a rock. His blood kissed ebony wings stretched and unfurled above and behind him with a soft, yet distinct snap, as his hardened manhood spilled into Ben's hands. He moaned his pleasure into Ben's mouth as the vampire kissed him. His hips rolling and thrusting into his skilled hands, the feeling of his cool vampiric grip against his heated flesh only caused him to buck harder, encouraging him to continue, demanding more as he gently and slowly stroked the length of him, his clever fingers eliciting a low groaning growl of pleasure as they rubbed and teased the ridges of his head as his cock jumped and trembled in his tightening grip.
When his eyes finally fluttered open, there was nothing human in them, they blazed with nothing but power and heat, his nails and fingers digging into Ben's cool, silken skin as he ran his hands hungrily over his shoulders and naked chest, his long fingers circling and rubbing the hardening nub of his nipples. His returned kiss becoming more demanding, as he gently captured Ben’s bottom lip with his teeth, carefully scraping and stretching it as he cautiously squeezed and twisted Ben’s nipples as those hands continued to glide back and forth over his cock
Saraekiel finally pulled away from the kiss and Ben’s sinfully talented mouth and explored his body instead, slipping himself out of Ben’s hands to do so. First, he did so with his eyes, sliding his softly glowing eyes over his form, drinking him in, his eyes glowing brighter, deepening with desire as he raked him over his with heated gaze. His body may not have been as defined as his own but then Ben didn’t have wings that needed extra muscle to make work and move. As human male bodies went, his was gorgeously pleasing, he wanted to explore every inch of it, with every sensory skill he possessed, as his eyes landed on the straining bulge in his pants, his smile was filled with wicked intentions as he lifted his hungry gaze back up to Ben's face.
"You are more beautiful than I ever expected" He said as he kissed him again, his lips as deceptively soft as a hummingbirds wing and just as fleeting.
He then followed the path his eyes made with his hands. He gently slid Ben's shirt off of his shoulders, his fingers trailing down Ben's arms, what little nails he had teasingly scoring his alabaster pale skin as he rolled his shirt free from his body, the offending material quickly thrown to the floor and forgotten " Lay back" he commanded as he gently pushed Ben backwards till he was lying flat on his back on top of the desk, fully displayed for the taking and Saraekiel’s pleasure, his pants the only remaining barrier left.
"I am going to explore and pleasure every inch of you I can, then, we are going to fuck until dawns light finds us."
He smile was slow and lascivious as he leaned over and slowly ran his fingers over Ben’s body, his fingers moving in tantalizingly lazy swirls as he glided lower and lower, his fingers trailing gently down the happy trail, the pads of his fingers sliding and moving through the light downy hair only to stop at the belt, his fingers tapped maddeningly against the leather and the flesh just above it. He wanted to feel the silky soft skin of Ben’s cock, to hear those cute gasps of air slip from his lips as he stroked him., He lifted his gaze from the hard straining bulge that was pressing against that black fabric and smiled wickedly into Ben's eyes as he slowly skipped his fingers down and over him, his touch was ultra-light, a mere brushing against all that straining, steel hard, muscle that throbbed and jerked beneath his fingertips. He ran his fingers over the full length of him, back and forth in a maddening dance before he leaned forward over Ben and laid his scalding lips against Ben's breastbone. A puckering of the skin to ascertain Ben's reaction to the potential addition of a dark angels gift to their little fray. It was just a little sting, which he then licked with the very tip of his tongue. He then followed the path his eyes and fingers had made earlier, kissing and tasting his way down Ben’s body making sure to tease his nipples with his mouth and teeth first and then adding sharp but gently little bites to the kisses as he followed Ben’s happy trail to his waist line.
Once he got to the belt, he had stopped playing with Ben’s constrained cock and was now sliding his hands up his dangling legs, his fingers and nails digging and scrapping at him through the material. He flicked his burning eyes to Ben's and smiled with the outpost wickedness as his breath huffed over his skin.
“You came here looking to play with fire.Yes?”
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Ben heard the snap of wings but didn't recognise it, thinking of a sheet flapping in the wind instead, so when he lazily opened his eyes in the middle of the kiss to have a look, he was both shocked and turned on even more (if such a thing was possible). His hands continued to move, teasing, squeezing, stroking and doing all the things he liked for himself and what he'd discovered others liked until he found what drew the biggest reaction from the dark angel, then he repeated that most often, enjoying the way Saraekiel thrust back and forth like he was fucking Ben's hands. His chest was explored by Saraekiel, fingers tweaking nipples brought a grunt of enthusiastic pain which he renewed into their kiss. Caught between flinches of tickling from delicate touches or from the sharp edges of erotic pain, Ben was at Saraekiel's mercy already.
Once again the dark angel backed off. Ben lowered his hands to the edge of the desk, holding it as he stared at the new quality in Saraekiel's eyes. Ben was a mixture of intimidated and adoring, worshipful and thirsting. The compliment made him smile lightly before it was gone to parting lips as he imagined all of the places on Saraekiel's body that he would put his mouth on. His lips were recaptured and then the remains of his shirt were peeled off him. He helped it go before he was pushed gently and urged to lay on his back. Ben followed the command willingly, glad that this desk wasn't filled with papers and other stationery clutter like his own.
Saraekiel's words thrilled him but also touched a nerve of fear: 'we are going to fuck until dawns light finds us'. If dawn's light found Ben, that would be very bad. There weren't many places in this office to keep out of the sunlight, either. It was a passing consideration in his mind; he didn't really believe any harm would come to him, other than his hole being thoroughly wrecked.
Ben continued to grip the edge of the desk, so that he wouldn't bring his hands up to stop or lighten the touches on his body. He didn't want to interfere with Saraekiel's plans for him and in his position, he couldn't reach out and touch the other without sitting up. He looked down his body as he was touched, and at Saraekiel as he was looked at and leant over. The dark angel was still between his legs, though he'd thought his pants would be gone by now - instead he was touched through them, causing him to twitch and squirm, sigh and whimper.
"Close, I'm too close," Ben pleaded as Saraekiel worked him; he could feel pressure building in him - but it was alleviated when pain flared on his chest when the dark angel put his mouth there. Ben's lip curled, baring his fangs and sucking in air through his teeth. He looked down but couldn't see anything except a tangle of dark curls and a bit of the dark angel's face. He saw a bit more when Kiel lifted his head to lick the wound he'd put on Ben's skin, which felt hot and throbbed much like his cock. Slowly Ben's awareness shifted back to the pleasure in his groin away from the pain on his breast. Would there be a mark? Had Saraekiel put his mark on him?
Saraekiel shifted and so did the mood. The playfulness changed gear into something hotter and more serious. Ben heard a request for consent in the question. He could change his mind now, at this point, and go no further with a simple 'no'. But it wasn't so simple. He couldn't say no, not now, not when he not only wanted it but felt like he needed to progress - like he would die of discomfort and disillusionment if he ended things now. There was only one answer for him. He pulled in air and breathed out his single-word response.
"Yes."
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“Yes”
That single word sent a shudder of pleasure through his body. He was head drunk on power and need, His body and mind thrumming with lust, his senses overrun with all things Ben. He had wanted to take things slow, to teasingly remove his pants from his body with one scorching touch at a time. Instead he removed his shoes, then socks with quick efficiency, then he sank to his knees, his hands gently spreading Ben's legs further apart, making room for himself between them. He leaned forward, his breath trembling above Ben’s straining phallus, it’s outline, hard and clear against his trousers, begging to be freed. He smiled up at Ben who had now braced himself on his arms so as to get a better view, and laid his smiling lips against that throbbing need.
The cloth dissolved beneath his him like crimson snowflakes, most of the material vaporizing without a trace, what little did fall to the floor, fell like a light rain of ash all that remained were Ben’s briefs and his belt.
Saraekiel exhaled softly, his breath blowing over Ben, stirring and tickling whatever hair there was. His lips trailed up the length of his till he reached the exposed flesh that the briefs were unable to restrain. His tongue flicked out and licked it, tasting him before he worked those few exposed inches into his mouth, his lips sucking and pulling the stretched foreskin, his tongue gliding over his barely exposed head, rubbing the underside of it with the tip of his tongue as his hands snaked up underneath the bands of his underwear and slowly rolled then down over his hips and thighs. As his cock was slowly freed so Saraekiel took more and more of it into his mouth, working his way down the shaft inch by slow inch, working that silken steel rod with his mouth and throat until he had reached the very base of it, then he slowly rose off of it, sucking as he did so, once he was half way up he swallowed it down again, his fingers gently cupping and massaging Ben’s balls as he did so, carefully rolling each testes between the pads of his fingers and thumb.
At every third interval or so he would send a small current of power through his lips, and down Ben’s cock, a sliding kiss of electricity to wrap around that silken steel, a living electro wand, to shock and startle only to have it gone almost as quickly as it came, what pain there was quickly lost amongst the pleasure of Saraekiel’s mouth.
He slowly worked that cock with his mouth and hand, often coming up to tease and lick with his lips and tongue, pulling the foreskin back for better access as his hand stroked and worked the base of him. His other hand stroking and gliding over his own throbbing need, working them both until they were at the brink, the sounds coming from Ben's throat and the slight change of taste in his mouth indicating it was time to stop, his mouth releasing him finally with a loud wet pop.
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When his pants disappeared, the first thing he thought was 'how cool' and the second thing he thought was 'how the hell am I going to get home'. He looked at Saraekiel sharply as the real-world thought entered his consciousness, but it was gone in a hurry when finally he was getting the kind of attention he'd been yearning for. Saraekiel's lips on him were divine and he no longer cared about his stupid dissolving pants.
Ben sighed and moaned and curled his toes at Saraekiel's ministrations. He whimpered and writhed and begged, gasping and moaning and unable to keep his groans in check. He'd always been noisy.
The zapping was painful and he didn't love it, though the aftereffect of tingles was grand. He didn't quite understand what and how Saraekiel was doing to achieve such a thing but he had an inkling it was nothing Ben could recreate. Strong shivers wracked his spine and he tilted his head back, arching as a desperate desire to unleash overwhelmed him. Saraekiel took that as a cue to stop and Ben wanted to wrap his fist into the dark angel's hair and ram his mouth down so that his throat could finish the job and accept his seed. Except of course he didn't, but his gaze was lust-hazed and he growled his annoyance, meaning for it to come out as words 'don't stop' or 'keep going' but all that was heard was a roar of frustration. He'd been taken to the damn brink. He wanted to cum so they could go again. Why? Why the teasing?
He needed to calm down but also wanted to show off, too. He couldn't do the same kind of parlour tricks but he could prove to Saraekiel that not needing to breathe was an incredible asset. With a quick glance at what was on the surface of the desk around him (nothing much), Ben sat up, kissing Saraekiel hard if he was within reach but not going for him if not. He had another order for Saraekiel. He didn't know about the dark angels adversity for being told what to do, but it was the kind of instruction that Ben figured he wouldn't mind following.
"Feed me your cock," he demanded, then lifted his legs and spun around on the desk, wriggling down and laying back again so that his shoulders were at the edge and his head tipped back. Looking at Saraekiel upside down, Ben opened his mouth and curled his tongue, beckoning the dark angel's phallus to fill his mouth and throat.
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He loved the groan and roar of frustration. The vampire would cum when he said so, when he allowed it, not when he did. He arched up, meeting Ben's kiss, sharing the taste of himself with him before he pulled away and reversed himself on the table.
"Feed me your cock."
Were sweeter words ever spoken?
His hands snaked around the back of Ben's head, offering support as he teased that pretty mouth with his hard and swollen cock. Just before he slid inside his mouth he fisted his hair, pulling it at it sharply to gain full eye contact.
"Fang me and there will be some serious trouble." His tone both playful yet deadly serious. Once he was certain Ben knew and agreed to the rules he did as commanded and fed the greedy vampire his cock.
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When Saraekiel rubbed his phallus against Ben's face, taunting him, Ben smiled initially and breathed a soft laugh but then he grew serious, tipping his head even further back to try and capture it. Finally Saraekiel looked like he meant business but Ben winced when his hair was tugged and he frowned at the warning.
"'Course not," he insisted. He would never do such a thing. He felt mildly insulted but then that was when Saraekiel started feeding himself in, leaving Ben without a reply and having to deal with taking on the shaft. He wriggled one last time before settling into the right angle, working his throat and feeling like he was being stuffed until he swallowed Saraekiel all the way to the hilt. He closed his eyes and focussed on keeping his throat relaxed, even as he reached back and found Saraekiel's hips.
Once he was in position, he pushed and pulled at the dark angel, letting him know he was ready to take him on. At first progress was slow - he could feel Saraekiel's length all the way down his throat. He pulled out almost all the way - enough for Ben's tongue to circle and for him to press his lips together as tightly as possible before Saraekiel thrust in again, a little faster this time. Ben's sounds were muffled. One hand abandoned Saraekiel's hip so Ben could hold his throat, feeling the movement externally as Saraekiel sawed back and forth into him. He was at the dark angel's mercy - if Saraekiel wanted to be rough, Ben couldn't stop him.
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He kept his left hand behind Ben's head, his fingers gliding through the strands of his short blond hair with every movement of his head, stroking and caressing his scalp, offering support and easing the strain on Ben’s neck as needed, while he slid his cock down that hungry and devouring throat of his. Saraekiel carefully worked his way in, out and in again, the muffled sounds coming from Ben only spurring him on. He loved that Ben could swallow all of him and was eager do so over and over again, his grip on his hip and his grunts indicating the pace and force of his thrusting and the limits of his comfort levels. In this position Saraekiel could have been as rough as he pleased, taken his pleasure as he wished, but that wasn’t his kink nor his way. He wanted to pleasure Ben and to please him, not break, injure or scare him. He had said “Feed me your cock” and so he did. He pushed Ben to the limits of what he could take, at times tantalizingly pushing his pleasure threshold to the very breaking point only to withdraw, giving him time to recover, to catch his nonexistent breath awhile before carefully easing himself down his throat once more.
He couldn’t get enough of him, of the feel of him. From the moment he turned his head on the steps of Penbrooke and caught those mercurial ice blue eyes looking at him, he had felt drawn and attracted to (the then) unknown vampire. Even now as his engorged cock slid down Ben’s throat, he was aware of the rest of him stretched out before him, like an offering on an altar, and he yearned for him, all of him. He needed to touch him, to feel him, his fingers slid down and over his chest, rubbing and playing with his nipple, caressing and at times clasping at his flesh as his body was wracked with pleasure from the sensation of Ben using his mouth and throat to suck him dry. What he really wanted though was Ben’s tantalizing but just out of reach cock and to work him as Ben was working himself, till they both exploded together.
He could feel himself building with each thrust into, and suck of Ben, he was getting close, so very close his breath hissed out of him with each quickening drawn out moan of pleasure. “Close, so close.” He gasped as he drew his cock almost all the way out, his hardened flesh glistening and thoroughly slicked with Ben’s saliva, the sensation of his lips and tongue further working the tip of him driving him even closer to the edge of orgasm
Unable to take much more he completely withdrew his trembling, throbbing and aching tool, the tip shimmering with strands of pre cum, his eyes fluttering as he wrestled to get himself under control before he spurted his seed all over Ben’s face.
“Fuck.” He groaned with a shudder as he opened his eyes and looked down at Ben, his fingers tenderly stroking his face as he smiled playfully down at him. “You could tempt the Lords of Heaven to fall from grace Ben Samson, if only they new the pleasure you could bring with your mouth.”
He then bent over and kissed Ben, upside down as he was, his long hair falling disheveled around them, his lips feverish and full of need as he sipped and licked the taste of himself out of Bens mouth.
“I want us to spill down each other’s throats.” He said in way of explanation for stopping as he pulled his mouth away and looked into Ben’s eyes again.
He smiled wickedly, then without waiting for a reply he clambered alongside Ben, stretching himself out on the edge of the desk, and took Ben's beckoning phallus into his mouth. He was softer then before, a lot softer but Saraekiel started to work him amongst moans of pleasure as Ben once again took his cock and wrapped it within that silky constricting throat of his. He swallowing Ben whole, sucking and rolling him in his mouth, his tongue pushing and sliding beneath his foreskin, teasing and rubbing the sensitive head and ridges with furtive flicks and broad licks until he was rock hard and throbbing once more and then buried to the hilt.
-
The desk was uncomfortable but with Saraekiel's urging, Ben shifted so that they lay along it and use their mouths on one another. He realised, once he was in control of how much of the dark angel he could take into him, that he'd been somewhat tense while offering himself up in such a way. His chest throbbed a dull pain where Saraekiel's lips had pressed earlier and before taking him into his mouth, Ben glanced down and saw the mark there - like a burn. It wasn't healing quickly either, much to his concern. Once he was engulfed and faced with the dark angel's body before him, an eager tongue working him back to full hardness (which didn't take long at all, Ben had been floating the brink for a while and giving head turned him on enough that his erection didn't fully disappear), he lost his train of thought again, forgetting about the burn and focussing on the pleasure instead.
Ben took a brief break from Saraekiel's engorged cock to slicken his fingers and reach around, sliding them along the crease of the dark angel's ass before working his fingers in, finding the heat of his hole. He toyed around the entry, aware of how it broke Saraekiel's focus while giving his own blow, and Ben chuckled breathily before sliding his mouth all the way down whilst pushing a finger in. Just one, just for that feeling of a connection, finishing Saraekiel like a circuit, hotwiring his body in an attempt to make him spill first. He pushed in enough to find the familiar spot that enhanced sex to the max and he rubbed at it in time with his sucking motion until Saraekiel cried out and spurted streams into his mouth and throat - so much that Ben struggled to deal with it, spilling a little out of the sides, dripping along his cheek and down his chin. After pulling out that win he stopped holding back and gushed into Saraekiel's mouth next. His balls had felt ridiculously hard and tight, and it felt like his dick had actually lengthened before it shot out sweet release.
He didn't need to breathe but he sucked in air if only to cry out some positive affirmations and to mention a god he didn't believe in a number of times before he went slack on the desk, flopping onto his back. He probably shouldn't have rolled onto his back because the desk wasn't all that wide and before he knew it, he was sliding off the edge and hurtling the short distance to the floor. He reached out to catch himself before he landed but basically ended up on the carpet on his side, cheated out of his post-orgasmic glow.
Oh fucking hell, such a smooth guy you are, Ben
-
His disheveled hair had flopped over his face when he climbed onto the desk, obscuring his sight and so he didn’t see the blistering welt his kiss had left on Ben’s chest as he lay down beside him than once it was flicked out of the way all his eyes saw was Ben’s glorious lower half laying right there before him.
However, he had been too eager, too much of a hurry to get to his goal to position himself right, and now his wing was pinned beneath him. It was like getting your hair caught beneath you once it was a certain length but worse, a thousand times worse because the wing pulled almost painfully at his back muscles every time he tried to move and shift, and adding insult to injury the feathers themselves were sensitive and protested most eloquently about being squished between his body and the hard unyielding, uncomfortable surface beneath them.
Yet all that discomfort was quickly forgotten when Ben slid his fingers between his cheeks, his questing fingers drawing a soft gasp of anticipation as they tickled and stroked his hole. He shifted his weight (ignoring the discomfort the movement caused) and his legs slightly so as to offer better access for those sneaky fingers and flicked his tongue against the glands of Ben’s slicked and slippery throbbing member in encouragement as he began working it with his hand with sure and steady strokes
When Ben slid his finger inside of him. He gasped from the initial shock, the feeling of being penetrated causing him to writhe slightly as a shudder of pleasure ran down his spine, his stomach and anus clenching in response, his muscling constricting around that pleasurable invading digit.
He gasped and groaned again, his word guttural and incomprehensible as Ben tickled his prostate, his whole body felt like a live-wire his body drowning in sensory overload as Ben played him like a maestro, his finger and mouth in perfect tandem. It was like hitting a switch, all pleasure was instantly intensified, and all sensations turned into pleasurable ones. He ground himself into his wings and stretched his back muscles, the pain heightening his pleasure sensors to bursting as Ben wrapped his mouth around him again.
He tried giving as much as he was getting, using all he had to try and bring Ben at the same time, but he had been distracted by Ben’s ass play just enough to allow him to step back from that edge slightly and now he was behind the eight ball, and Ben was working him so well, too well, and he had been close, so very close already when he had clambered onto the desk. He couldn’t hold out any longer, his eyes fluttered as he moaned and groaned around Ben's cock, his body tensing and jerking as he spurted his hot seed into that talented and gorgeous vampire’s mouth.
He returned his attention back to Ben with a vengeance, working him till his cock was a throbbing vibrating mess of pure need. His lips were wrapped tightly around the base of him when he exploded down his throat, he swallowed, his throat constricting and squeezing Ben even tighter as he thrashed and called out beside him, once he had stilled a little he slowly drew his mouth off of him, keeping up the tight suction, draining and milking him of every last drop of his seed, his cock escaping him with a wet, loud pop amidst ribbons of glistening cum and saliva.
Saraekiel rolled onto his back, a soft chuckle of satisfaction rumbling through his chest as he wiped at his mouth and chin with his fingers before Ben’s tumble from the desk had him sitting up in startlement.
“Are you alright?” He asked with concern and amusement as he shifted his body so as to peer over the edge of the desk and down at Ben. His lips were curling up as he scanned the groaning Ben who had his arm thrown across his eyes in embarrassment.
“Well, at least the floor looks more comfortable then this…desk.” His tone had started out amused but had become concerned, his words petering off as his eyes and brows narrowed in confused shock as they landed on the painful looking crimson burn on Ben’s chest.
He was off the desk in an instant and crouched down beside the prone Ben, his fingers hovering hesitantly on Ben’s chest but away from the burn. “What the…” he exclaimed in barely controlled whisper, his voice filled with shock as he gently pushed Ben’s arm aside and looked at him, his own grey eyes filled with consternation and guilt.
“Ben….I…”
He looked down at the burn, at his fingers laying lightly on the cool skin of Ben's chest just beneath the ugly mark.
He hadn’t meant for this, for his power to do this. It was meant to have been a small thing, a light mark of his lips in the shape of a kiss, a quirky hickey given with the barest zing of his power, not this crimson welt.
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Ben chuckled through his humiliation because of the question posed to him. Yes, he was alright. The sixty nine had been more satisfying than he'd expected, even though he'd ended up on the floor. His smile disappeared and his arm lifted slightly off his eyes when Saraekiel was near him, his body pushing the rolling chair out of the way as he crouched and touched Ben's chest near where it still throbbed dully.
After his arm was moved away, he saw the apology in Saraekiel's eyes as he started with Ben's name. Ben shook his head, wanting to silence those words before they came out. If the dark angel said sorry, they would have to address the mark and what it might mean for Ben later. He didn't want to think about later. There would be pain and hurt and sorrow and guilt later. He just wanted to lose himself in the now. To make it worth it.
"Your wings are fucking sexy," he said, seeing how they were nestling out of the way of the furniture, mostly settled against Saraekiel's back but slightly raised, like he was about to take off and fly. He could see their reddish tinge and the tint at the edges. They looked impossibly soft and he wanted to touch them; wanted to stroke and pet them. He wasn't so sure the dark angel would allow it. "You're fucking sexy," he grinned, reaching out for Saraekiel so he could pull him down on top of him for a kiss.
-
At Ben's words he ruffled and shifted his wings in pleasure, his wings were fucking sexy, out of this world gorgeous in fact.
He sunk into Ben, following him down into the kiss, his hands sliding from his chest to snake behind the back of his head, lifting his head a little so that he could kiss him without laying on top of him, his wings flaring out slightly and sweeping over both of them, his lips soft and swollen and still carrying the flavour of Ben's sex and seed upon then.
"I think you're pretty fucking sexy yourself." He said as he pulled back slightly, looking into his eyes with an answering smile.
" I have been drawn to you since the first time I saw you, checking me out at Penbrook" He confessed as he got to his feet and then helped Ben to his. He reached out then; for he was discovering that it was impossible for him to be this close to Ben and not touch him and stroked his cheek, caressing that impossibly exquisite bone structure. his attraction to Ben was strong, more then physical and it scared and unnerved him, not that he let it show or admit it out loud.
"Come on, I may have something to ease that burn." He said in explanation as he led Ben by the hand over to the wall behind them. he pushed a button on what looked to be a light switch and a section of the wall beside it sunk in and to the side, revealing a hidden room.
The lights in the room turned on as he entered, illuminating the room with the same soft radiance as the office. It was a bedroom, fairly spacious with a king size bed, side-draw dressers and what looked like a walk-in robe on the far side of the room The bed was made up with a draping midnight black bedspread and dark red silk sheets with a plethora of matching pillows, above the bed instead of a roof was a large skylight, revealing the night sky in all it glory.
"Sit on the bed" he said as he let go of Ben's hand and entered another room, the lights, once on, revealing what looked like might be a bathroom from the angle Ben was on. The sounds of cupboards and draws been opening and closed as Saraekiel rummaged through them quickly filled the room.
-
Bringing up Penbrook brought an easy smile to Ben's face. He remembered seeing Saraekiel for the first time, not knowing what he was but being instantly attracted to him. It had been a spark even back then, during a time that had been stressful and demanding for him. Jake had him indentured at the White Rabbit on Charon's order and he and Kerr hadn't been able to properly talk since he'd come back. There was the whirlwind of Sabrina coming out as District Leader and then Murphy running off getting romantic with fucking Jake. So much had happened that night. Still... seeing Saraekiel had been something positive.
"I had no idea you were interested in me until a couple of nights ago, when you thought about kissing me." Ben stared at Saraekiel's profile as the room was revealed and then he was faced with a bedroom with a bed out of a porno. He was instructed to sit on that porn bed and he moved to it, sitting on the edge as Saraekiel disappeared into another room.
It was sweet, how Saraekiel was treating him like a mortal. He obviously had little experience with vampires. Unless the dark angel came out with a tub of magic goo, he couldn't think anything would have an effect on it. Before going back home he might have to swing by Penbrook and see Charon, ask him for some of his blood. Ancient blood might heal it. Hopefully, he'd be able to borrow some pants from Saraekiel.
Before Saraekiel returned, Ben crawled onto the bed proper and then flopped down on it, pushing pillows out of the way and staring up at the night sky. It was beautiful and it made sense for someone who could fly to want to access the sky as quickly as possible. Not so great for Ben when the sun rose and would strike into this room like a big, sunshiny ambush. He'd not intended to stay the whole day of course, but this meant it wasn't even an option. He had his arms folded under his head and looking up at the blackness of the sky, able to see faint twinkles even though he shouldn't be able to see anything of the sort because the room was lit up. Strike one up to vampire vision.
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Saraekiel came back into the room carrying a small green apothecary jar and some cotton balls. he smiled at the sight of Ben sprawled out on his bed, looking up at the sky, his body gleaming like a small moon amongst all that blackness nestled around him.
"I didn't even know who you were then, but there was so much anger, frustration and chaos whirling around you that night. I couldn't help but notice" He said as he crawled onto the bed, his wings dragging behind him and the reason for the huge bed. " I tried to surreptitiously keep track of you throughout the night, waiting to see if I could catch you alone, but you disappeared and I got swept up in politics"
He had also been drawn to Ben during Lazuras' trial, his pain called out to a part of him he thought long dead, a part of him he hadn't felt since, thank the fates. Meeting up with him and Kerr afterwards had been a disaster. He had wanted to meet them both, wanted to see if they could have helped him stop Jake's city expansion in its tracks...and he had wanted to meet Ben. He had been nervous, his and their feelings confusing him and tripping him up. he couldn't wait to get out of that alley, thinking he had made a damn fool of himself and alienating both of them, the invitation to meet with him if they choose had merely been a life line, a stab in the dark.
He pulled the cork out of the bottle, the room instantly filling with a fresh herbal scent as a soft golden light emanated from its opening, tiny green dots dancing within it like tiny fireflies.
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Anger, frustration and chaos. Yes, he'd felt that particular whirlwind during the night. Wait, was that what attracted Saraekiel to him? He was a dark angel, so it made sense. Perhaps he fed on it the way Ben had to feed on blood.
"Yeah... um, I didn't stay long," Ben recollected. Jake had been pissed about Ben's tactic with the mobile phone, trying to interfere with the Murphy/Jake romance before it could begin and so Jake had hunted Ben down and taken his phone off him as punishment. No texting Kerr. He didn't want to talk or think about Jake.
He propped himself up on his elbows after Saraekiel lay next to him on the bed. The smell was the first thing that hit Ben. It was herbal alright, but nothing Ben could pinpoint. Not basil or parsley or cilantro, not anise or chive... it was kind of grassy but sharper and sweeter. Not aloe either, because Ben had been expecting that. The way it glowed and the peculiar spiral of glitter in the air above it (except it wasn't shiny, just small), clued Ben in on the fact it wasn't a regular balm.
"What is that?" Ben asked softly, unsure if he would be told anything specific but he didn't need to be. He was looking forward to Saraekiel rubbing stuff onto his chest.
-
"A healing potion, supposedly" he answered, giving the glowing bottle an askance look. It had been given to him by a demon looking for refuge during the sacking of the west. They said they had taken sanctuary at the café and the witch had healed those that had been wounded by using it, then given a few bottled to the demon in case they ran into trouble or came across anyone who might need it. He had then gotten Shae to send her people to investigate the witch and her café, and the other witches scattered throughout the city.
“The witch in the western part of the city sells it and other ointments, potions and stuff from out of her café. This was given to me as a gift and I believe it should work for you, although the potion is meant to be drunk, so I'm not sure how effective it will be.".
He leaned over Ben, his left wing draping lightly over his lower body, their downy softness brushing over his skin, as he took a closer look at the burn. He had used his power on vampires before but the circumstances had been dire and he had intentionally used it to seriously harm and had used his full strength. This had been different and he was truly surprised at the damage such a minuscule drop of power had caused.
“I knew my power could hurt your kind but I didn’t know how susceptible you are to it. I wouldn’t have used it had I known.” He said as he tenderly traced a finger around the scald mark. The circumstances of the discovery wasn’t ideal but the knowledge was useful and he was glad to have discovered it.
He tilted the bottle and dribbled a small amount over the mark, his finger tracing playful, teasing swirls on his chest as it glided through the viscous liquid, it felt cool to the touch, cooler even then Ben’s skin, and his finger tingled pleasantly from it as soothing feeling spread up from his finger, into his hand and up his arm.
“How does it feel?” He asked as he studied the wound, looking to see if there were any immediate changes..
-
He didn't know about a witchy cafe in the West, but Ben didn't tend to venture to that part of the city much. He kept to the central, the south and the east, mostly. He thought it would benefit him to learn more about the city he lived in. The northside part of the city he knew well, because he used to live in it before his life had been swept up into the underground and he'd been turned a vampire. It had come with money as well, and he remembered resisting being rich through no means other than being sired by a rich guy. He'd eventually learnt to accept it and now couldn't imagine going back to his thrifty ways.
"It probably burnt me more because I'm young," Ben said, knowing Saraekiel was much older than him but not having the exact date. As a mortal, Ben would be in his thirties by now. Still young by comparison. As a vampire, he was not far from being a brand new fledge. He couldn't wait to clear his first century, unlocking all those skills that would be accessible with age. It was the worst grind for levelling up. "It might be harder to scar the old ones."
He looked down from Saraekiel's face and onto the mark on his chest where a golden finger traced around it. It looked vaguely in the shape of lips. When the potion was poured over it, Ben hissed in air and clenched his stomach once more because the liquid felt like ice, but then the dull ache of the mark was gone, even though the mark itself wasn't.
At the question, Ben looked back at Saraekiel, at the way he was being so gentle and fussing over him. He wouldn't have expected this from the dark angel. He'd figured they'd have a lot of rough, satisfying sex and then Ben would go home. It would've been easier if that had been the case.
"The pain's gone," he said before looking back. "The mark is still there, though." He sighed, not wanting this kind of consequence but resigned to living with it.
"At least there's no pain," Ben said. Perhaps there would be a different concoction for removing the blemish. "Do you know the name of her shop?" Ben asked, figuring he would check out her shop, or cafe, or whatever it was.
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"Good, I guess the witch knows her business, although i wonder if it would have healed completely if you were able to drink it, or maybe it has to be tweaked to work on vampires." he said musingly as he lightly traced his finger around the edges of the blemish. He hadn’t missed Ben’s resigned sigh either, was he worried about the consequences such an obvious mark would cause? No deniability? Well, regardless, he wasn’t worried about the consequences and he certainly wasn’t responsible for Ben’s and Kerr’s relationship. The knowledge that elder vampires might be able to resist his touch was something he hadn't known and he filed it away without further comment.
He kissed the mark, the remaining potion on Ben’s skin making his lips tingle with cold and power, too bad it had been made to be consumed rather then a salve that would have slicked the skin instead. Already the liquid that remained was disappearing, sinking into Ben.
“Her café is called Sanctuary I believe” he said softly, distractedly, as he kissed his way up to Ben’s neck, his cock twitching and swelling against Ben’s hip with each brush of his lips against that pale, cool skin.
“There is also another witch who has recently set up shop in the South, selling and making magical jewelry and items, or so I've been told.” He offered as his left hand snaked its way down Ben’s body, his fingers wrapping themselves around him phallus, his touch light and teasing as he playfully stroked him back to wakefulness.
“Although you probably already knew that since she teaches at your academy.” He finished breathily before laying his lips against Ben’s ear. His lips closing in around it, sucking at it, his teeth gently scraping and stretching it with a gently pull before releasing.
“Are we done talking now?” He asked as he tightened his grip around Ben’s thickening and hardened cock, his lips curling upwards playfully as he gently but firmly pulled him from the base, his fingers and thumb sliding over and around his ridges and head when he reached the tip of him before gliding slowly down again.
“Because I want to fuck.” He stated suggestively, his smoky grey eyes smoldering with heat once more.
-
Ben watched as Saraekiel lowered his head to kiss the blemish. He tensed without meaning to, knowing that the dark angel wouldn't harm him again but the physical response remained. He relaxed when the kiss remained as a normal kiss, light and sensuous.
Sanctuary, he thought, murmuring his pleasure as kisses upward trailed along his body. He could feel Saraekiel's arousal pressing against him and it inspired his own to life. He radiated heat and desire and Ben responded to it almost naturally, lust-hazed eyes staring at the golden-skinned Adonis. He was saying something about witches but Ben wasn't really listening.
His hands sought Saraekiel's body, caressing muscles, fingers following the lines of his torso, trailing and exploring his flesh. He let out another contented noise when Saraekiel found his ear and he writhed gently beneath the attention. It was one of his delicious secrets of weakness - not so secret for anyone who had kissed or bedded him because it was an easy enough find, but certainly something that reminded him what it had been like to be mortal and be bitten.
He wondered if Saraekiel would let him. He didn't want to ask for two reasons; he didn't want to be rejected and the hunger he felt right now wasn't that kind of hunger.
"Yeah," he whispered when Saraekiel asked if they were done talking. "Yeah," he repeated with a growing smile when the second statement came. He wanted that, too.
*
It took them hours discovering each others bodies. Ben was allowed to touch Saraekiel's wings during a sensuous position. The feathers were more solid than he expected; he'd thought they'd be ethereal or at the least like bird feathers. Ben believed if he ever found a dark angel feather on the ground and picked it up, he'd recognise the feel of them. They were glossy and an oily black (but cool and dry to the touch), and on closer inspection, there was a very slight pulse to them, in time with Saraekiel's heart - as if his blood ran through not only the bones or muscles that made up the wings, but into the feathers themselves. Perhaps it was his magic. Or his corruption. It made him wonder what touching an angel would be like.
Lying in bed beside Saraekiel, looking at his sweat-glistened golden body and sharing a satisfied smile, Ben realised that there was probably little over an hour of nighttime left. It had been a forty minute drive getting out here, he couldn't dawdle. His smile retreated until it was gone and he broke eye contact to say his next words.
"I can't stay." Ben lifted his gaze again, seeing what Saraekiel would make of this statement. "I have to catch a cab back and you burnt up my pants," Ben said, finding himself annoyed by it now when he hadn't been initially.
-
He lay beside Ben, sweat slicked, exhausted and a little achy, but in a good way, his wings and hair was spread out around them both as he lazily traced swirls with his fingers over Ben’s shoulder and down his arm then over his chest, feeling languid, relaxed and totally satisfied. They hadn’t made it to dawns light but the light displaying the time on the little bedside clock beside them said it wasn’t too far off either.
At Ben’s words he looked at him from the corner of his eyes and smiled lazily. “Your pants were in the way of what I wanted, they deserved to get burned.”
He stopped tracing his finger over his body with one last caressing touch, fascinated by the temperature difference between them and the almost pearlescent paleness of his skin.
“Why can’t you stay? You’re more than welcome to sleep here if you wish.” He searched Ben’s eyes, his eyebrow arching up in suggestion. He wasn’t hurt by Ben’s desire to leave, the night had been about fun and need, not a declaration of some sort, but he wouldn’t mind if he wanted to stay either. He was fine with whatever was decided, he was curious, however. Ben had arrived in dervish of emotions, was he leaving now to face whatever drove here, or was he hoping to leave just before dawn so as not to face it? In which case he may as well stay and sleep the day away here instead if risking being caught out so close to daybreak, the room was certainly safe and secure enough.
-
"Thank you," Ben said softly at the invitation to stay. He was tempted but it would only speak of old habits. "But it'll just make things worse the longer I leave it. I don't want to regret coming here," he said, though a part of him knew he would anyway. Ben pulled in air to release it in a sigh. He turned his gaze upward, to the circular opening in the roof that he'd been told would be covered. It would be safe for him to sleep here and he trusted that Saraekiel wouldn't let him burn up - if only to keep his plaything intact - but he didn't want to avoid Kerr any longer.
"Can I have something to wear?" he asked, turning to face Saraekiel once more, his body tilting towards him as well. "Just something to spare me the humiliation of returning home in my underwear," he said, giving a small smile before tipping his face up and planting a small kiss on the side of the dark angel's lips, not wanting his mouth to be captured into another heated kiss. They'd had four hours of non-stop sex, he didn't want to go again. "Please?" he prompted, hoping his plea would inspire Saraekiel to give him something decent.
-
He smiled softly at the kiss and reached up and lightly caressed those clever and talented pink tinged lips with a gently brush of his thumb. "Why should things be worse? You’re an adult. No one owns you or your body."
He sighed softly, as much as he would like to act like he was indifferent to Bens plight, he wasn’t. Ben and Kerr’s relationship was ultimately none of his business, but he didn’t want Ben regretting coming here this night, or for him to regret spending time with him either. The truth was, no matter how great tonight had been, and it had been amazing, he was honestly attracted to Ben and he wanted to see him again. "I understand being with me will have consequences, maybe big ones by the look on your face and in your eyes. However, I will never regret my choice to be with you or our time spent together."
He slipped his hand along Ben's cheek, caressing him one last time before removing his hand. What ever the outcome between himself and the vampire, while he was with Kerr, the choice would always be Ben’s. “Don’t allow others to take the pleasure or joy out of the choices you make, Own the consequences if there are any, but never regret doing that which you truly desire, brings you pleasure or makes you happy.”
He lifted his wings off Ben’s body, retracting and phase shifting them away as he pulled away from him slightly as he indicated the walking wardrobe behind Ben’s shoulder with a lift of his chin. “Is Armani decent enough?” He asked with a playful smile. “ It’s all I have here I’m afraid.”
-
Ben's smile remained through Saraekiel's comments. He agreed that he wasn't owned. He knew what ownership looked and felt like, thanks to Themba. He gave the dark angel an aw-shucks smile again when being told that his expression was giving him away.
His advice to look after himself (and only himself) sounded selfish to Ben's ears. He'd done enough of that in his past and it hadn't hurt any less or made him feel any better. He and Kerr had experienced a bit of a boon after he'd returned to his sire's arms after being attacked by Lazarus. He'd felt nourished and safe. And then, he'd felt like he'd been in a genuine partnership, where he could say what he really believed and do what he wanted with Kerr at his side. Instead he'd received a cruel reminder that Kerr didn't trust him and it had made him angry enough to snap. And then he'd come here on a whim and the tiniest excuse.
"Armani is all you have," Ben repeated with a quirk of a smile. "I guess it'll have to do," he teased.
Ben moved towards the edge of the bed, intending on getting the rest of his clothes to pair up with the Armani pants.
-
"it's a travesty I know...forced to don such a lesser designer." He teased back. He watched as Ben went to move off of the bed and was surprised by the sudden desire to wrap his arms around the retreating vampire and pull him back. It was weird and unsettling but then the whole situation was weird and unsettling. How and why was this creature so under his skin? Unable to resist the urge to touch him he sat up and laid a kiss on Ben's shoulder. "Get dressed, I'll gather your other stuff."
He rolled out of the apposite side of the bed and strolled into the office and gathered Ben's discarded clothing, what remained of them anyway. The buttons he left where they were.
"You want your underwear or you going to go commando?" he called out as he scooped the article of clothing up off the floor.
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"I'll take it," Ben said, accepting all of his clothes and getting dressed. As he pulled the new pants on, he found them a little loose around the hips because he wasn't as muscular as Saraekiel, and they were a little long in the leg but not so much that he was standing on them. His belt came in handy for keeping them up. With his buttonless shirt on the top, he felt peculiar but it wasn't the worst. He didn't want to steal a shirt from Saraekiel too. He sat on the edge of the bed and put on his socks.
"I should call you Rae, not Kiel," he said off-handedly, then grinned up at the dark angel. "You know, like you're my dark ray of sunshine."
He certainly felt the burn of his dark ray of sunshine tonight, and still carried his lips on his chest.
-
He smiled in return as he handed the clothes over. he was tempted to offer Ben a shirt as well, since he had ruined the one he arrived in, but figured if Ben had wanted one he would have grabbed one already. he didn't need a mother hen, and anyway, he liked the look of him half dressed with his shirt undone and wearing his pants. It gave the impression of being reckless, young and free. It suited him
"Rae huh?" he raised an eyebrow and shrugged. " I like it, and it's not something anyone else calls me."
He leaned against the wall as he looked Ben over and wondered if he would see the vampire again, or would he become persona non grata, once the guilt and regret set in, for he had no doubt that it would. He was already running home with his tail tucked between his legs. He sighed slightly as he reached up and scratched his chin, the future would be what it would be and he had no regrets.
"Do you want me to call the cab?" He asked as he turned and pulled a pair of pants out for himself and slipped them on.
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"No, there's a rank just outside your place," Ben said with a soft laugh. When someone could fly, perhaps they didn't notice stuff like that. He doubted the dark angel would know where the bus stop was either.
He moved to the wall where Saraekiel stood, admiring those folded wings and the look of the gorgeous golden man who he now had intimate knowledge of. "Thank you, for not turning me away," he said, putting a hand on his shoulder and then tipping his face up to kiss him. He was leaving pretty quick after their tryst - he didn't want Rae to feel like Ben was fleeing.
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"Explains the foot traffic around here" Saraekiel said with an amused smile. The cab rank was new to him, which also explained why the staff had no problem getting here and the company cab fare tab, not that the money worried him.
He leaned down to meet Ben in the kiss, his hand caressing his neck and sliding through his hair to cup the back of his head as he deepened the kiss, savouring it.
He pulled away and smiled softly. "There is no need to thank me." He said as he brushed his thumb along his cheekbone. " Tonight was fantastic and you are amazing." He dropped his hand from Ben's face and searched his mercurial eyes. " The truth is, I doubt I could turn you away even if I wanted to." he confessed with narrowed eyes, hating to admit his own weakness. " You call to me Ben Samson, and I find myself reacting to you in ways that are completely out of character for me." He admitted with a last searching look. he shook his head at the peculiarity of it before sliding his arm around Ben's wait.
"Lets get you home shall we? Before the dawn finds you."