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Infusco => INFUSCO: Enter The Shadows => Grigori Inc => Topic started by: Trillian on May 13, 2020, 07:29:28 PM
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Todd Wainscott was sometimes called 'Teddy' but only by certain family members and always without his consent or approval. He was the kind of young man who would put on a smile, remembering that his protests during his teen years had never amounted to anything because Grammy would still call him 'Teddy' and his shrieking, annoying younger sisters both followed suit.
After leaving high school and attending a training course for I.T., Todd and hundreds of other hopefuls set out into the city with their associate diplomas that meant fuck all to the tech companies that were hiring. Todd realised he'd put effort into something with a lot of competition and he was only average at. He didn't complain and just got on with it, finding himself a job as a bartender pouring drinks for sad old men in a downtrodden bar before answering an ad for an upcoming new club called Venture, looking for bartenders.
And that was how he found out about the supernatural. The guy interviewing him, Hugh, had liked him and told him how trustworthy, loyal and generous he was - as if he could somehow know such things just by looking at him. Todd had barely said a word throughout the entire interview and got the job anyway but he was hardly going to complain. Along with employment, he got a startling introduction to the vampire world. Bitten by Hugh a few times throughout his stint at Venture, Todd started feeling affection for the centuries-old vampire and was let down gently without him even acting on his feelings. Such was the way with mind readers.
Shipped off to the Luminary as a donor once it opened, Todd made a good impression on Kerr and was set up in a posh apartment with a shitload of money and a very cushy job. He realised he was, effectively, a whore for vampires, but nobody treated him like he was scum and he decided to not get hung up on the single negative about his role, focussing on the good instead. Because that's how Todd was... he focussed on the good.
And that was why Ben sent him to deliver a message to Saraekiel.
"I need a personal touch but I don't want to go there myself," Ben told him, "so your pretty face can tell him my bad news and hopefully he'll forgive me."
Todd found Ben's words a little concerning but he didn't ask not to go or for Ben to choose someone else. Ben was his employer and this message was his job for now. He did wonder if Ben had chosen him because of his 'pretty face' or whether it was just because he was the donor who happened to be rostered off tonight, but it didn't matter. He was the messenger and that was final.
Ben told him everything he had to say and made him repeat it back before he had to wait downstairs in the lobby for a driver to pick him up. He felt very fancy sitting in the back of one of Ben's town cars, having someone drive him through the city. He felt even fancier sitting in his prim black slacks and a royal blue button down because Ben had instructed him to dress up. With a thin silver necklace and bracelet along with a thick silver watch on his other wrist, he felt the part. Until he didn't.
The feeling of being a fraud hit him the hardest when he was standing in the lobby of Grigori staring at the cute redhead asking him 'what it was regarding' about seeing Saraekiel. Standing there, with his shiny shoes that had clicked and clacked across the tiled floor making him feel weird and obvious, he couldn't think of what to say.
"I, um, am here to..." his voice was so soft that he could see the receptionist or assistant or whatever the redhead was, tilting forward to better hear him. Todd raised his fist to his mouth and cleared his throat, coughing into it like he'd had something caught in there. "I have a message!" he said firmly, then cringed with how loudly it had come about.
Of course the assistant wanted to hear the message to pass it on, so Todd shook his head.
"No, I have to see Saraekiel personally and tell him. It's from, uh... it's from Ben?" he said, sounding like he didn't know if it was from Ben or not while in reality he didn't know if the assistant would know who Ben was (but that was stupid, because the whole city knew who Ben was now because of the campaign that he'd lost so very recently).
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It was late and Saraekiel was leaning back in his office chair with a satisfied look on his face and with a half-drunk glass of scotch before him. His day and evening had been filled with some export dealings. Some people in the Middle East were in desperate need of some of his more premium items, which needed to be delivered via Russia and then there were the couple hundred souls he was helping to slip into Europe via the Middle East, a delivery that would add even more fuel to the political and economic fire over there, but it was all for a good course, so what was the harm right? Everyone deserved the chance of a better life after all. As for closer to home, the rest of the so-called District Leaders had apparently disappeared again, and the city was slipping back into chaos, and he barely had to do anything to help get it there. Yes, it had been a very productive day and he could not help but feel a little smug.
He stood up and walked towards the big windows offering the best view of the city. The moon was bright and riding high in the sky as he heeled his shoes off, the light reflecting off his earring as he moved his head. He was dressed in black slacks and long-sleeved white shirt which offset his burnished skin perfectly. It being late and not expecting any late visitors, his sleeves were rolled up and his shirt buttons undone a little, revealing slight glimpses of his well-defined chest as he moved. He looked out at the night sky and sighed, it was so clear and stretched on forever, filled with nothing but moonlight. It was perfect for a midnight flight, yet he was indoors and not even able to open a bloody window.
He strolled away back to his desk pulling off his socks as he did so, with the intent of escape and the need for wind under his wings when the phone at his desk rang. He looked at it with hate in his eyes.
“Yes?” His voice was a little short but he listened to what Paddy had to say, the look on his face changing to one of interest and curiosity as his assistant kept talking. “Ask for some credentials or some proof he has actually been sent by Ben then send him up if he convinces you. I’m not expecting a messenger from Ben so if he isn’t from Ben and you send him up, it’s on you Paddy.” He said with a smile as he hung up the phone and moved back to the window, the moonlight falling around him as he waited for the unexpected visitor.
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The assistant asked for credentials and earnt himself a blank stare from Todd. After some sweet talking and hopeful smiling, information that hopefully only a donor would know and lots of gesturing towards the street where Ben's car and driver were waiting for him (and he was pretty sure the assistant clicked the mouse to bring up security camera footage to check on the town car), he was allowed to enter the lift.
It was all quite nerve-wracking and Todd's stomach did a few flips on the way up. When the doors opened with a swish, he stepped out and blinked at the expansive room, feeling really, really small and unimportant. His gaze was drawn to the only other person in the room who commanded the sort of presence that Todd associated with vampires and movie stars.
"Hi," Todd said, listening to his voice fall flat in the huge room. He would have to really project or get closer to the man he was supposed to deliver his message to. He walked across the wood panelled floor, listening to his heeled shoes clack again until he hit one of the lush rugs that peppered the floor, grateful for their muffling effect on his footsteps. Once he was close enough to the smouldering man (what was it about supernaturals and their intense eyes?) he gave him a broad smile that felt too big for his face and introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Todd, I'm here to deliver a message for Ben. From Ben. For you. If you're Saraekiel, that is. I bet you are him because I mean, who else would you be? Not just some random guy standing around in his office, I guess. I better go tell that assistant someone's broken in then, ha ha."
The smouldering expression didn't stop, but it looked a lot more quizzical now.
"I just died. So I'll stop talking." He opened his mouth to say more but clamped it shut and then opened it to speak again anyway. "In case you couldn't tell, I'm a bit nervous. You have a lot of..."
Don't say smoulder.
"...smoulder."
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He waited and watched for the elevator door to open as he leaned his shoulder against the window frame, his body half turned away from the lift entrance. When it did open and the messenger stepped out Saraekiel had to stop himself from gaping with surprise. The kid approaching him with his loud footsteps, uncertain voice and stammering words was very cute, but what had Saraekiel's eyebrow climbing up his face slightly was the fact that he screamed innocence. What was Ben playing at? This guy practically glimmered with purity. his aura barely tarnished by the shit of the world around him.
He slowly raked his eyes over him, a small bemused smile tugged at Saraekiel's lips as he listened to the lad fall over his words, his eyes portraying kind amusement.
Not one of Ben's closest acquaintances, nor very deep in the supernatural world he deduced since the guy had no idea who he was, what he was or where he currently fit in supe society.
smoulder?
He moved away from the window and approached his guest. "Todd, was it?" He asked softly with a quizzical narrowing of his eyes. He moved past him a little and indicated the lounges just to the side of them both. "Take a seat, relax, and yes, I'm Saraekiel" he offered with a warm smile from over his shoulder as he made his way to the mini bar. " Do you drink? Would you like a scotch?" Are you old enough to drink a scotch "I have soda or water too if you prefer."
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"Thank you," Todd said to the seat and headed for where Saraekiel had gestured. He sat down onto a lounge that was more plush than he realised as he sank into the cushion. Comfy. He adjusted his pants legs with some pinches on the thighs when alcohol was offered.
"I'd love a scotch but... but I can't. Ben doesn't..." It took him a moment to remember he was rostered off, that was why he was here delivering a message for Ben. "Yes, I can, actually. Thanks." He gave a self-conscious chuckle and shrugged, eyeing Saraekiel for his next move.
Your pretty face can tell him my bad news
"Um, maybe I should just give you Ben's message?" he asked, figuring Saraekiel might be angry that he'd given good scotch to someone who was only going to disappoint him.
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He arched a brow again at Todd's initial reply as he upturned another crystal scotch glass and uncapped the decanter. Ben didn't what? Like his employees drinking? Drinking on the job maybe? He thought as Todd changed his tune, maybe he had the day off tomorrow.
He poured Todd's drink and refreshed his own before carrying them both over to where Todd was sitting and took the seat across from him without answering him.
"Ben must be rather busy if he couldn't come over and tell me this important message himself." He said with another smile as he sipped his drink. "How do you know Ben? I mean, he must trust you pretty well to send you here with a verbal message" he arched an eyebrow and smiled teasingly. " I assume its verbal or do you have a written letter tucked away somewhere on you."
What game was Ben playing? No doubt things would be made clearer if he just allowed the poor guy to give the message but Saraekiel was curious. Who was this little innocent Ben had sent into his orbit?
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"Thank you," Todd said politely before taking a sip of the scotch. It was potent but it was velvety smooth and that fact made him think it was expensive. Of course a District Leader wouldn't drink the cheap shit. He stared at the dark angel over the rim of his glass, marvelling at his looks. He'd heard about Saraekiel but he'd never seen him, not from afar and certainly never from this close. There were rumours about him and Ben that Todd pretty much had confirmed because of this message he was about to deliver.
"Um, I don't know why he couldn't come himself but..." he began. "Well, I do kind of know because it's not hard to figure out considering I have your message."
He sighed and took a bigger gulp than necessary of the scotch and it burnt down his throat in a way that invigorated him.
"Ben trusts me because I'm one of the donors. I can keep secrets and be discreet." He gave a brief lift of his glass towards Saraekiel in a 'cheers' gesture as a signal to imply that this message was also a discreet secret. "Ben will be flying to Europe with Kerr on Wednesday night," he said, which was three nights away, "and he wanted me to tell you goodbye on his behalf. He won't be coming to see you to say it himself and he doesn't want to see you before he goes because it's too complicated. He doesn't know when he'll be back."
Todd gave Saraekiel a wary look, aware that Saraekiel was most certainly Ben's lover (and he knew Ben and Kerr had an open relationship for he'd been bedded by the blond vampire as well, but there was no way Ben would send a messenger to give Todd the news of his leaving, which meant that Saraekiel was more important to Ben than anybody seemed to realise), and as Ben's lover, he'd literally just been told that Ben was leaving and didn't want to see him.
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Saraekiel was leaning back into the lounge, his arms spread across the back and his drink clasped lightly in his left hand, dangling over the seat of the lounge, a smile on his lips as Todd gulped his drink and delivered Ben's bullshit message. Ben had already told him he was leaving, well, running away, but he had led Saraekiel to believe it was for a short trip till things settled down, a few months at most, now it was indefinite? And telling him in person was too complicated? Too complicated? What was too fucking complicated? He was too complicated? Seeing him? Saying goodbye in person? Getting away from Kerr? Admitting he had gone to see Saraekiel? Why the trip was indefinite?
The little fucker couldn't even be bothered to pick up a phone and tell him that way, instead he sent a pasty faced lackey to do it for him. Fuck, a Dear John letter was more personal then this bullshit!
"I see." He said softly in response after a small silence had arisen after Todd had spoken. All in all he thought he was handling the building anger within him just fine, till the tinkling sound of shattering crystal reached his ears and a sharp pain from his hand registered in his brain.
He looked at his left hand, the last shards of shattered crystal falling from it and joining the rest of the broken shards and the remainder of his drink that was now soaking into the seat of the couch amidst the glittering remains of his glass..
He watched as his hand then started to leak with his ichor, the black liquid shimmering with the thin strains and swirls of gold contained within it as it started to drip onto the mess bellow.
"Well, that's just bloody great" He hissed as he pulled his hand towards himself, his eyes quickly searching the table for some napkins to staunch the blood, and finding none.
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The smoulder rose in intensity - how was that even possible? - until Todd could imagine smoke pouring out of Saraekiel's eyes. He jumped at the sound of glass, shattering the silence as effectively as it shattered in the dark angel's hold. Todd's gaze lowered to Saraekiel's injured hand where he saw what looked like ink and glitter pouring out of it. That was dark angel blood?
A quick glance at the other man's face revealed the pain mixed with seething anger and he saw how Saraekiel scanned the table for something to wrap around his injury. Todd looked too, standing up and then spinning around to search the minimalist style room. Unless Saraekiel wanted to press his hand on one of the rugs, there was nothing to staunch the flow.
Todd thought about using his socks, then figured Saraekiel probably wouldn't want something on his wound that came from Todd's feet. He unbuttoned his shirt as quickly as possible instead, speaking as he did.
"Okay, so obviously dark angels don't heal like vampires do, which would be really handy right now," he said, shrugging his shirt off his shoulders and approaching Saraekiel quickly, he scanned the floor for a large shard to use and he carefully picked one up to cut into his shirt, making a couple of ribbons of cloth out of it. When he had three longish strips he set the shard down on the coffee table and moved close to Saraekiel.
"Here, let me do it because you can't do it one-handed. Well, not easily anyway," he said before wiping Saraekiel's ink-and-glitter blood away. "I don't see any glass in there but it's really hard to tell with your fancy blood. Has Ben ever...? Never mind, not my business." He spoke even as he wound the strips of his fancy blue shirt around Saraekiel's palm and wrist, adding another strip to finish the job. "I don't get squeamish or anything so sometimes I help out at the Luminary's clinic because you see all kinds of things in there. I saw an imp with a broken tail, once so the doc had to set it in a cast and it looked really weird with half of his tail sticking out in a cast and the other half all limp." He laughed to himself before shaking his head. "I shouldn't laugh because the guy was in a lot of pain. It's not..." Todd glanced up at Saraekiel and was suddenly hyper-aware of how closely they were standing to one another, and with him shirtless. Ben probably wouldn't like that.
Oh no, what if Ben saw him coming back to the Luminary without his shirt? What would he think happened? And then it hit him that maybe Ben had sent him and his pretty face to Saraekiel to appease the dark angel in order to earn Ben's forgiveness. He wasn't just a messenger, he was a donor, and Ben had all kinds of people working for him that could've delivered the message. He'd specifically chosen someone that whored themselves to vampires.
His heart started beating more rapidly when he thought back to some of the other comments Ben had made, about how Luminary guests had praised Todd for how relaxed he made them feel, that he was great at making them feel better after a tough day. He'd thought he was just getting some good feedback but Ben was priming him for Saraekiel. Fuck, how could he have been so damned dense?
He stepped away from the dark angel and folded his arms across his chest before realising that could read as hostile so he dropped them but then he felt too naked so he folded his arms again.
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“Ummm, thank you” He said as Todd stepped away from him and crossed his arms across his chest. He almost felt bad for not telling the lad about his bedroom, bathroom and first aid kit that was contained within it but he had enjoyed looking at Todd a little too much, Ben certainly knew what he was about when selecting his personal donors. Not that he wanted to have sex with Todd, Ben was the exception more so then the rule in that department. Sex for him tended to be nothing more then another weapon in his arsenal which is why Ben confused him so much, why his attraction to Ben confused him so much.
Fuck Benjamen Samson.
And Yet
Why had he sent this guy as a personal messenger, why send one at all? Unless…He ran the scenario back through his mind, he considered Todd’s surprisingly soothing nature and his good looks and came to the same conclusion Todd had. He wasn’t just a messenger, he was a gift, a bauble from Ben’s personal collection sent to him to play with, to do what? Sooth him? Pleasure him?
Fuck Benjamen Samson!
And Yet…
Todd was so shiny!
He stood up and slowly unbuttoned his own shirt and shifted out of it, as he drew it over his bandaged hand his attention was drawn to the slight smudge of ichor staining it and he didn’t know whether to mourn or celebrate its colouring, once it was golden, like glitter filled sunlight, after the Ritual it was still golden, but with splashes of spilt ink swirling through it, now…well, he was what he was and the telling was in his blood.
“I can’t let you return home without a shirt” He said as he held out his for Todd to take. Let Ben think what he will when he smelt his scent all over Todd. “And no, Ben never…” he indicated his hurt hand and his blood. “We enjoy each other’s…bodies but I never offered him…that.” His storm coloured eyes narrowed slightly as he studied his bandages anew. “You know…. I don’t think anyone has ever tended me like this before.” He said as he turned his gaze towards Todd and smiled warmly. “Thank you, truly.”
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"Sure," Todd said to the thanks, relaxing after his initial shock of understanding. Saraekiel wasn't anything like he'd expected - not that Todd had expected anything at all. He didn't have a lot to do with supernaturals beyond vampires. It was perhaps the reason why he was so intrigued by the different species in the world.
Todd watched Saraekiel with confused interest when he started to unbutton his shirt. It felt like the District Leader might've figured out Todd's potential role as a messenger. His body tensed again and he stood up a little straighter, muscles clenching, including his ass, like Saraekiel was going to whip himself out and jam himself up there or something. Todd snorted at his own imagination and then stared at Saraekiel, stunned when his shirt was offered to him in exchange.
The wide-eyed look remained fixed on his face when Saraekiel blithely spoke of sharing Ben's body, like it was no big deal that Todd should know. Flashes of them together connected on the bed pushed itself into Todd's mind and he blushed at the visions, madly trying to think of something else so he didn't get horny. He didn't think Saraekiel would speak so candidly about being Ben's lover. He'd thought it was all on the down low.
"Um, you're welcome," he said distractedly, his gaze shifting to Saraekiel's bandaged arm. He slid into Saraekiel's shirt, finding the material just as nice to the touch as the fancy shirts Ben had provided for him and the other donors. They both had expensive tastes. The shirt was too big around the shoulders and chest but Todd buttoned it up anyway.
"Um, should I go?" he asked, not wanting to dismiss himself without permission.
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"Sure, if you want to." He moved out of the way, making the path to the lift open and padded his way back to the mini back, his belted pants riding low on his hips and moving just right so that the dim light played shadow games over his muscles and the burnished skin of his upper body. He didn't want Todd to go, he intrigued him and if Ben wanted to throw such interesting toys his way, who was he to complain.
"However..." He picked up the decanter of scotch and turned back towards Todd, shaking the bottle a little. "I have more scotch if you want some and truth be told...I could do with some company." He sighed heavily and sunk a little as a wistful sadness washed over his face. "To talk I mean." he clarified after realising his desire could be read as something else entirely.
"I mean, its not every day you get dumped right?" He asked with a sardonic rise of his eyebrow and an upraised corner of his lips.
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Todd watched quietly as Saraekiel moved to the private bar and grabbed another scotch for himself. Todd gestured with a light nod of his head that he would stay and have another drink.
"I don't think he's dumping you," Todd said, lowering himself back onto the couch. "I mean, he's an immortal so time is meaningless. And he wouldn't have sent me if he's dumping you. He wanted to soften the blow of his leaving."
But Todd's mind zoomed at a million miles a minute about their relationship. He couldn't ask because it wasn't his business but he burnt to know the truth and if Saraekiel was in the mood to talk to him and he was here... yes, well, Todd wouldn't divulge anybody's secrets and that included the District Leader.
"Are dark angels immortal too?"
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"Hmm" He huffed in response to Todd's opinion of whether or not he had been dumped, the reasoning was pretty but it was what it was regardless of how time moved for any of them.
"Immortal is a misnomer, but yes, I have the potential to outlive this world and it's sun. I won't age, nor get sick." He carried the decanter and a glass back to where they were sitting and placed them on the table before sitting sideways on the lounge beside Todd, his right leg curled and tucked beneath him. The position he discovered was more comfortable then sitting with his back against the seat, either squishing his wings or pushing against his bare back, a foreign and disquieting feeling. This way he could at least feel the air behind him. "But like most timeless supernaturals I can be hurt enough that I could die, and as you saw, I don't come with the ability of rapid self healing." He hadn't stopped searching for something that would change that though.
He poured them both a scotch and held out Todd's glass, waiting for the lad to take it before taking a sip of his own.
"How about you?" he asked after the amber liquid had burned a smooth smokey trail down his throat. "What does being a Donar entail exactly?" Ben and he never really talked about their lives and so he was interested to hear how vampires had worked in such a modern and technology driven world.
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"Cool," Todd breathed when Saraekiel spoke of outliving the sun. He wondered what the dark angel and the other immortals would do when that happened. Continue existing in the dark, he supposed. Or die with the sun if it engulfed the planet, or became a black hole and sucked the planet in. By that time, maybe everybody would be living on another planet. Oh wow, vampires in space? They might've figured out how to make fake blood they could live on by then, or have a giant space station that -
His rambling thoughts were interrupted when Saraekiel spoke again about being hurt and dying, and being unable to mend supernaturally. Todd made a soft, thoughtful noise as he took his glass. Bringing it to his lips and taking a sip, the question posed to him was something that he debated with himself over answering because he'd signed a non-disclosure contract... but this was Saraekiel, Ben's obvious lover... but Ben hadn't explained it himself so...
Yeah, because they'd been getting down and dirty, not talking about Ben's setup. Duh. He wasn't going to divulge vampire secrets here; the hotel information book explained about the donors and was available to everyone who stayed at the Luminary.
"Okay, so I've been working as a donor from the start. I used to tend bar at Venture and they sent me to the Luminary when it first opened. There were only a few of us at first but there weren't many guests either. Now almost all the spots are filled and there are lots of vampire guests staying so the rosters are in full effect. I get paid to hang around at night until a vampire requests a donor and then I go to their room. Afterwards, I sign out and then I'm off duty for ten days so I can recover, then the process starts again. Ben and Kerr don't usually drink from the donors because they're taking away from the guests but Kerr drank from me before I signed on to check how I would react and how much control I have during, which isn't much I tell you," he added with an embarrassed chuckle, "and Ben's drunk from me a couple of times but not recently. I'm rostered off at the moment, five days into my waiting period. It's why I'm enjoying this really nice scotch with you now." He grinned, feeling naughty and cheeky over not keeping his blood clean... but sometimes the vampire guests gave him alcohol before they drank from him so it wasn't a huge issue, he figured.
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He listened with rapt interest as Todd discussed his work life, it was, soothing. Just to listen to someone, not having to worry about what wasn't said, or dissect the conversation for any double meaning, to worry about what the other persons agenda might be. He found himself relaxing in a way he did with only a very few people, he sat with his hand curled under his cheek, his arm propped up by the back of the lounge as he leaned into it, a warm smile playing softly over his lips as Todd expressed himself with an animation and excitement for life that was rare to see.
He wasn't overly surprised to hear that the Luminary building had gone from business center to an elite vampire brothel, the amount of money and information that such an enterprise must funnel through there would be phenomenal. Bloody vampires, he was jealous he hadn't done something similar...but without all the blood drinking. Hearing that Kerr seemed to sample every donor first didn't surprise him either. The King claiming his rights of Prima Nocta.
At the mention of Todd being tested to see how much control he had piqued his curiosity though.
"Whats it like? To be bitten, to be drunk from? Is each vampire different, unique?" he asked as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass before taking a sip. "Do you have a favourite?"
Don't say it, don't ask.
"Whats Ben like?"
He grimaced as soon as the question escaped his lips, his eyes closing with regret for showing such weakness.
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"Um, not all vampires are good at biting, some of them just clamp down. They do tend to be the younger ones. In the end, whether the bite is gentle or not, I'll always end up in the same place because of the effect it has on me," Todd glanced away from Saraekiel's intense eyes and spoke to his glass of scotch because it was easier to talk about it when he couldn't see the smouldering that was focussed on him. "I'll always get excited. Excited, heh. I mean horny, you know? I don't know if you know, but there's two main reactions. Either full-on relax mode or full-on horndog."
Before he spoke about Ben, Todd paused to take a sip, then continued while still looking at the amber liquid.
"I prefer being bitten by the older vampires because they take their time before the bite and it doesn't hurt as much when their fangs sink in." Todd's voice dropped in volume like he was speaking in a library and not wishing to disturb others. "But Ben... he's good at it in a way that would fool me into thinking he's at least a hundred. He... he has this way about him. He makes me want to... um, surrender... and I sometimes feel like he'll make it hurt on purpose but he never does. He's got this edge to him. He kind of frightens me but I also think it's hot."
Finally Todd lifted his gaze to see what Saraekiel thought of this information.
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He had heard a vampires bite could put someone into a fugue state, similar to the effects of his hang drum, which was one of the reasons he had shied away from the act but he hadn't known it could cause someone to go into a sexual heat.
"No, I didn't know that." He admitted as Todd took a sip of his drink. It raised many question though, about consent, control, addiction, slavery...and Power.
At Todd's description of Ben's ability and bite a trill of excitement shivered down his spine and pooled in his stomach.
"Yeah, he's...talented...like that." Saraekiel said softly. " the power play of dominance and surrender, that edge, the potential for pain, of danger..." He looked down as he ran his fingers over the rim of his glass, unable to meet Todd's gaze as he grew hard. he had often fantasized about what it would be like to be tied down on his back by Ben, to be pinned. the idea filled him with terror and desire both. How much more would it be to be penetrated, to be filled with both cock and fang. He shivered again with the though, his body breaking out with goosebumps.
He would never be this open with most people but talking with Todd seemed easy and they had Ben in common.
"Is it addictive? their bite." His voice was soft and a little rough as he looked up again, his eyes dark and fully dilated.
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Todd heard the tiniest crack in Saraekiel's voice as he repeated the key words Todd had used when describing Ben. Man, this guy made it sound super sexy throwing his own words back at him. Except 'power play' was not something Todd could do with Ben which meant that only Saraekiel had that option.
Todd's eyes widened and his imagination began to run on him. Thinking about the bite, of Ben's mouth on him, of Ben's hands on him, while sitting here listening to someone else on the verge of detailing sex with him... he could feel the blood rushing to his cock. Before he could make himself obvious, he casually placed a hand on his lap, his wrist covering any future movement that might happen in his pants, which wouldn't hold him down as well as jeans could. His gaze dropped to his drink and past it to check that he looked natural with his hand there, and of course his gaze sidled over to Saraekiel's lap before lifting up to his eyes.
They were both getting hard talking about this stuff, then. It made him feel a little better that he wasn't the only one without a sense of self-control over his body's responses.
Addiction; there was a word he could focus on. "It can be. It is, for many. I used to see a lot of bite addicts at Venture. I'm not addicted because once I'm past my ten-day recuperation, I'm not hanging out to be called on again. There are a couple of them at the Luminary - one of the girls and one of the guys. They both talk about it all the time and hang around at Luminescent all night in the hope of getting chosen. They message on Lovebite too so that they can attract a vamp into getting a room, so I guess their addiction brings in business. I thought Ben would like that they do that but when I asked him if he wanted me to start doing that, he was pretty firm that I wasn't a groupie so I shouldn't behave like one."
Todd paused for the briefest of moments. "Does he give you instructions? Or is that just with me? I mean, not the kind where I don't know what I'm doing because I do, I don't mean guidance. But... instructions. Like, strip for me, get on your knees, turn around, that kind of thing?"
Todd shifted his hand slightly, his wrist rubbing against the head of his cock and sending a flare of pleasure into his body. He hid the noise he made into a murmur down his glass of scotch. "S'good drink."
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Saraekiel felt the fires of lust rise in his guest, just as it was riding him, he didn't notice the subtle shifting Todd made to hide his erection but he would have been amused by the action if he had. he had no such modesty issues, though it did raise comfort ones and so shifted slightly to ease the pressure, not that it helped much.
He was a little shaken by Todd's admission about the addictiveness of a vampires bite. he was already feeling kind of addicted to that frustrating blond vampire, would his bite make him a slave? Yet even with that fear zinging down hos spine he couldn't get the images of Ben out of his head and his eyes flicked to his desk, a soft smile playing of his lips as heat entered his eyes at the memories.
Lost within his own musings and mental imagery, he answered Todd's question without reservation barely paying attention to what he was saying
"He told me to do what he wanted...only what he wanted." He said wistfully before continuing with a slight smile in remembrance."I corrected him and told him I did only what I wanted." He blinked as he finally caught on to what he was saying, well there was no point back tracking now. Focusing his thoughts he turned his heated gaze back to Todd. "Luckily I wanted him. We were rough, demanding, that first night, both taking from the other what we wanted, what we needed." His shoulders lifted slightly as he shrugged, followed by him drinking the last of the scotch and stretching to place the empty glass on the table beside them. The movement aggravating and the already aggravated situation in his pants. The friction and pressure felt good true but it was now becoming a distraction.
"We...give and take I guess." he narrowed his gaze a little as he tilted his head, his gaze curious, "What about you? I take it he is more...dominant...with you. Do you like it?" His eyebrow arched as he leaned once again against his hand, propping his head up as he watched Todd, his gaze heated yet conspiratorial.
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Hearing Saraekiel's experience with Ben turned on Todd that much more. He felt horny in a way he hadn’t in a long time; naturally. The vampire bite brought it on in a way that was almost too much, leaving him light headed and begging for release. This was different because it was uncomfortable and throbbing and oddly better because he could control it. Not that he wanted to. He wanted to jump Saraekiel's bones but he wasn’t ready to do that either. The guy was hot and Ben had sent him here to apologise for him... to fuck his sorry? But Todd wasn’t about to just hand himself over just because of some sexy stories.
Oh god, now Saraekiel wanted to hear what it was like with him.
“Um yeah, he always tops. The first time was the most, um, balanced between us I guess. It happened naturally with the bite. Looking back I think I instigated it because I took him out of his pants and rubbed him. He... he was on my neck and leaning against me but I don’t think he was going to to do anything until I did that.” Todd set his drink down once it was finished and had both hands on his lap now, keeping his erection covered. “After that time now when he comes to my room he chats with me for a few minutes, asks how I’m going and then tells me what to do for him. It’s still good sex, I mean, he isn’t entirely selfish about it. He bit from my inner thigh one time and that was... intense.”
He wondered if Ben would like them swapping stories about him but he figured his job coming here was to keep Saraekiel happy with Ben. That was his objective, right? And Saraekiel seemed to want to hear it. If Saraekiel wanted to do stuff with him, he supposed he was obligated to follow through, the same way he was obligated with the vampire guests. This wasn't exactly going to be a difficult task, because - as his eyes dropped momentarily to Saraekiel's bare chest and the eight pack of muscle there - he'd never wanted to run his tongue along someone's skin more in his whole life. No way was he making a move, though. He didn't want Ben and Saraekiel getting together and mentioning how he'd thrown himself at Ben's lover.
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Listening to Todd talk about Ben was torture, he could see it so clearly, feel it even, his hands, his mouth, his damned body. Gods that body, like cool silk over hard stone, pressing against him, in him, over him. His body shuddered with the memory of it, the pure need of it that washed over him, and the taste, the faint spiciness with a hint of copper that was all Ben. He unconsciously flicked his tongue over his lip before drawing the corner of it into his mouth and under his teeth as he looked at Todd with full blown eyes filled with desire. They were both drowning in lust, a lust for Ben fucking Samson.
He moved in closer towards Todd, he knew why Ben had sent him here tonight, they both knew and his smile was slow and filled with heat and hunger. He had no intentions of taking Ben up on his offer but that didn't mean there couldn't be a little fun for the both of them.
"I love what Ben can do with a mere touch, with just a slight brush of his fingers." he said softly as he leaned over and took Todd's glass out of his hand, his fingers brushing against him. "How he can tease." He trailed his fingers over Todd's shoulder and collar bone as he leaned in closer still "Make you want." His other hand glance lightly over his thigh " Make you writhe." and then stoked over his hand shielding his erection. His other hand slid slowly along the tender skin of his throat, applying just a little pressure to his jaw line to assure Todd was looking at him, only at him before brushing his thumb ever so lightly over his lip. "Make you beg." He smiled again as he leaned in and followed the path of his thumb with his mouth, capturing Todd's lips with his own and kissed him.
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Todd's breath quickened, as did his pulse, as Saraekiel moved closer. He could see what the attraction was for Ben, with this guy. He had an amazing body, and an amazing scent that Todd was enveloped in, thanks to the shirt, and an amazing stare that seemed to burn into him.
Todd was surrounded by beauty but he never failed to be enchanted with it. Vampires were hot, always. It was like an exclusive club that only beautiful people were allowed into. Kerr wasn't Hollywood gorgeous but he had a warmth and gentleness along with a kicking hot bod. Ben was beautiful and delicate but also sharp and dominating and Todd adored that juxtaposition. Saraekiel, while not a vampire, was intense and smouldering and dark and hot in his own way. Todd could never hope to match these men. One of the female donors had called him 'cute, like an elf' which hadn't made him feel any better about himself.
The best thing about these beautiful men was that they seemed to like him enough to want to fool around with him. He didn't know why but he wasn't going to challenge them on it. Kerr had never indulged but had been complimentary. Ben kept coming back, which was flattering. And Saraekiel, he was about to kiss him, Todd was pretty sure.
He wanted to say something, but he was stuck on what to say. 'Anything for you' seemed a bit desperate, and every other thought that entered his head was downright filthy. Now Saraekiel was looming and his thumb was pressed against Todd's lips. He hesitated pulling that thumb into his mouth and sucking on it with a promise, and sorely wished he'd done it when that thumb went away. A missed opportunity.
Beg? Beg he would. He was impressively horny, hot for the dark angel in a way he hadn't expected. When he'd first realised he was here as Ben's surrogate fuck, he'd been irritated, almost angry. Now he was thanking Ben in his head while Saraekiel pressed lips to his. Immediately Todd opened his mouth, inviting Saraekiel to venture deeper, his tongue probing forward to experience and taste everything that Saraekiel was. His hand left his own lap and moved to the other, cupping the bulge that was there and curling fingers around it through the material. He fumbled for the zip, wanting to feel that silken shaft directly within his warm hand. It was so similar to what had happened with Ben only with a bite instead of a kiss that he was even more turned on because he knew what had happened next.
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He took the invitation and delved deep into Todd's mouth, tasting him, consuming him. his left hand sliding through his hair to rest against his nape, cupping his head, holding him as he pressed into him, his other hand busy touching him, exploring him.
When he felt Todd stroke him through his pants he moaned hungrily into his mouth, only to fist his hair and pull himself off his mouth with a tight tug when he felt him go for his zip to realease him.
"No" His voice rough and deep with need and desire. He smiled to take any sting out of his words and slowly ran his hand over Todd's cock through his pants, proving that it wasn't him that Saraekiel was rejecting.
"When we fuck and we will fuck, it will be on our terms." He said into Todd's ear as he leaned in and nibbled and sucked on his earlobe, his hand keeping Todd's head captured by the tight grip of his hair. "If we do it here and now we will only be doing what Ben wants, regardless of our desire." His breath was hot against Todd's skin as he moved his mouth from his ear and down along the nape of his neck, his teeth scraping against his jugular as he used his grip in his hair to tilt Todd's head back, allowing him easier access, stretching his neck and skin beneath his lips. "I won't be manipulated by Ben or be used." he whispered against Todd's warm and living flesh as he licked and tasted him, so different from Ben and yet alluring all the same. He released Todd's hair and pushed him back into the couch, maneuvering his body till Todd was almost beneath him. " I told him, I do what I want, only what I want. When I want."
He thrust his hips against Todd's, grinding against Todd's hard cock, rubbing against him through his pants, the friction making him groan deep in his throat as he slowly started undoing the buttons on the shirt he had given Todd. He wanted to run his hands over his body, to taste it, tease it, explore it.
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Todd whimpered when told no, even more when Saraekiel kept going, grinding and touching and promising more than he was going to give, by the sound of his words.
"But you're letting him get in your head," Todd pleaded. "If you do me or don't do me because of Ben..." he panted, then didn't know how to finish his sentence because he was being pinned beneath Saraekiel, his hands grabbing and rubbing that naked torso, their groins rubbing and firing thrills of pleasure. He was crazy horny right now and he really, really wanted Saraekiel to bury himself inside of him.
He stopped talking altogether when he was being undressed. Oh, good. They were going to get it on after all. He stared up at Saraekiel, licking his lips in anticipation of what came next.
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"Ben Samson is always in my head" he confessed with an almost snarl as he lifted his head up from where he was kissing his way down Todd's happy trail. "It's why the fucking little vampire drives me crazy." he stopped and leaned up slightly so that he could gaze down at the almost naked man beneath him. It would be easy, so easy just to let go, to give in. He shimmed down and breathed against Todd's engorged and throbbing cock where it tried to burst through the pants keeping it imprisoned. "Its weird." He kissed it, his lips and mouth pressing against it through the material. "Unusual for me." He licked and sucked at it as he moved his mouth up and down it's considerable length. "To be so...enamoured." His lips brushed over Todd's balls, his tongue teasing as he pushed against the material.
He didn't want Todd to cum, not yet anyway so he pushed back onto his haunches, stretching himself out in front of Todd.
"Touch me." he demanded
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"Oh God, oh my fucking God," Todd cried out, stopping himself from grabbing Saraekiel's hair and forcing more face into his crotch. The teasing was super maddening. Breathing hard and with heavy eyelids, he murmured his agreement to Saraekiel's order.
The command wasn't so different to the kind of thing Ben asked of him, except Ben was a great deal more specific. It wasn't so much a 'touch me' as 'wrap your hand around me'. Todd took advantage of the generalised command to do some exploring. His hands moved up and down Saraekiel's chest, appreciating his musculature and running fingertips and then fingernails along his unblemished skin. He went further, toying around the waistband of Saraekiel's pants before unfastening them and opening them up, inserting his hand inside and gripping the steel rod that was Saraekiel's thick and veiny cock. Todd licked his lips as he stared at it, wanting it in his mouth except he wasn't in a good position to do it with Saraekiel pinning him in place.
He used his hands as well as he could, stroking gently then firmly, licking his palm before wrapping it around Saraekiel's rod again, slick and enlarged. His other hand reached around to grip Saraekiel's butt cheek, to keep him in place.
"Do you want to feed me your dick?" he asked, looking up Saraekiel's body. He was very aware that Saraekiel had told him, twice now, that he didn't like being told what to do. But hey, Todd could offer. "Or maybe I could tongue you? Do you want that?"
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"You will kiss it and lick it. Once" Getting naked hadn't been what he had planned, but with the feel of Todd's hands on him, around him, How could he complain. He wanted to take it further, to watch Todd take all of him into his mouth, to feel his wet mouth and soft lips around him till he spilled down his throat It would be so easy, but what he really wanted was to send Todd home wanting, dreaming, burning for him.
He placed his finger under Todd's chin and pushed his head up till he was looking straight in his eyes. " You will not be having me this night" He said with an almost cruel smile. "When you go home, you will be going home with the need of me burning through you like a fire." Trouble was, he was drowning in lust, the energy of both of them burned through him and if he wasn't careful it would become a conflagration beyond his control. They mere idea caused his stomach to twist with need and his cock swelling until it was almost painful.
"Suck it, twice. Deep throat me if you can. I want to feel you hum around me."
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Todd whispered his affirmation, sounding like a cult follower breathing promises to the chosen one. He was aware of how he sounded but he couldn't stop himself, nor did he want to because Saraekiel was obviously into it.
That intensity of Saraekiel's gaze held him in place for a very long moment until Todd blinked and then pulled back so he could do as instructed. He shifted position, moving onto hands and knees so he could crawl to the dark angel. He licked his lips to properly wet them, so close to the bobbing head beneath him that he was sure Saraekiel would feel his hot breath.
He didn't want it to be over too fast but Saraekiel was adamant in his direction. Only twice, try and deep throat it. Well, Todd was certainly going to do that, even if it took him a bit of time to get his throat around it. The two scotches he'd had made him feel very relaxed and brave enough to take it on, even though Saraekiel was thick.
Todd moved forward and gently pressed his lips against the head, opening his mouth slowly and gently taking him on. His tongue flicked the eye and then the underside of Saraekiel's mighty cock before he slowly worked his head down, keeping his lips pressed firm for pressure. Halfway down he had to adjust his angle and move a little closer, relaxing his throat and controlling his gag reflex before he got his lips all the way, his nose pressed against the thatch of dark hair that told him he'd achieved his objective.
Proud of himself, he stayed there, making small gestures as though he wanted to swallow more even though Saraekiel's cock was jammed at the very back of his throat. He looked up Saraekiel's body into his eyes, knowing he was likely to get off on that view. Then he had to pull back to breathe, and halfway along Todd pulled in air through his nose, getting himself comfortable with the member in his mouth before he plunge in deep again, murmuring and groaning, knowing Saraekiel would feel those vibrations at his core. Todd's hands caressed Saraekiel's thighs, sides and gripped his ass. He looked up again, lost in the dark angel's secret musky smell and searching Saraekiel's eyes for how well he was doing until he was forced to pull back again for air. This time he pulled all the way back and out, slowly, regrettably.
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He quivered with pleasure and excitement when Todd agreed to his demands, the words of acceptance slipping from his sultry lips like he was a man dying from thirst and offered a sip of water. That quiver was nothing to the jolt of pleasure he got from the feeling of his lips on his cock though, from the hot wet slide of his mouth and tongue, the teasing flick of its tip across his jerking head. He shuddered from the sensation of Todd sliding to the base of him, his throat and mouth convulsing and sucking him as he hollowed his cheeks on the upward slide.
He almost came when he looked up at him, with those deep sorrel eyes and his face buried to the very hilt. When he slid off of him completely his groan was deep and primal, filled with pleasure and frustration both. He drew Todd up to his knees with the slightest guidance of his fingers and kissed him, his mouth hot, hungry and demanding as he delved him with his tongue, the taste of himself in Todd's mouth elicited yet another moan. All he wanted to do was push him back to his knees and fuck his mouth. "So good" He rasped as he pulled away from Todd's mouth, his fingers light as he stroked his face, Todd's shadow of whiskers both rough and soft against his finger tips.
"You're so good, for doing as you were told. Your mouth is sublime." He said as he kissed him again, this time his touch light and teasing. "Would you like a reward for being so good?" He whispered into his ear before biting Todd's earlobe. He smiled knowingly before pushing Todd onto his back.
"Do you deserve a reward?" He asked again as he arched an eyebrow. "Tell me."
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Befuddled with lust, Todd moaned into the kiss. Gooseflesh broke out on his arms when his ear was suckled and he grinned sloppily at Saraekiel at his praise. The question seemed to go straight to his cock, which was aching for release. He'd been hard for ages, it felt like, and it was driving him crazy. He hadn't touched himself yet and holding off seemed like a tactic that was finally paying off now.
"Yes, please," he croaked, lying back and all big-eyed at Saraekiel, amazed at the dark angel's willpower. No way would he be pushing someone off him who was deep-throating him. He'd been hoping that Saraekiel would growl and make him finish. The idea of a reward though, was better.
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"Yes." The words soft, almost worship like as he watched Todd lean back and stretch his legs out, his bulge and throbbing need obvious and demanding. " I can see you do.
His eyes were heavy and dark with desire as he redid his own pants up but leaving his genitalia out as he leaned down and over Todd's body, his fingers stroking over that straining and soaked bulge. That slick wetness had his member jumping and his tongue flicking over his lips as he rubbed it between his fingers. Unable to resist, he raised the fingers to his mouth, and licked them, his body humming at the salty yet slightly sweet flavour that was Todd. "Someone is very eager."
He slowly undid Todd's belt his fingers teasing and rubbing the head of his cock as he loosened the buckle and button before slowly unzipping him. His briefs barely restrained the hard throbbing phallus, the head engorged and glimmering with slick need. Saraekiel slid his fingers and hand over it and down his shaft, releasing it fully before sliding back up and rubbing the sensitive underside with fingers slippery with Todd's own juices.
"Tell me..." He said as he moved into position so he could lay his own cock against Todd's, his hand now busy slipping and sliding over both of them as he hand fucked them both, the friction driving him crazy as he pushed and rubbed himself against Todd's cock, his hand and fingers adding more pressure with each long and slow thrust, making sure the tempo and pressure was just right to build pleasure but not enough to allow Todd to cum. "Does Ben want you to report back to him as soon as you return home?"
He hoped the answer was yes, for both their sake. It would definitely change his plans if it were a no. Either way Todd would be going home frustrated and wanting.
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"He... um," Todd battled to stay focussed on what Ben had said to him before he'd left. "He wanted to know how you reacted," Todd said after a long moment of concentration. Currently, all he could think of was that Saraekiel had been told, looked upset for a bit and then they were almost fucking. Todd wanted to turn that almost into an actual but he didn't think Saraekiel was going to go back on his initial words.
He'd said that they would fuck, though, in the future. A shiver ran up his spine which just added to the touch. Saraekiel's hand was large and steady as he slid it up and down both their shafts, but Todd wished for more anyway. Hands weren't enough for how much he was throbbing. His balls felt impossibly tight and each stroke was super amazing and maddening at the same time.
"I don't know if... he'll be pleased or angry that... this is happening," Todd said eventually, panting his words as Saraekiel rubbed them both. The feel of his shaft was even better than his hand but it was his hand that was providing the pressure. Todd didn't know what to do with his hands so he held onto one of Saraekiel's arms - the one that was propping him up - while the other clung tightly to the back cushion of the sofa.
"I'll definitely smell like you. Taste... like you."
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He didn’t say anything in response to Todd’s answer, instead he just smiled, as he gave one more stroke of his cock and hand, Todd was close as was he. He shimmied lower till his mouth was over that hot throbbing need, glistening in ropes of precum. He blew his breath over that pulsating man meat before giving it one long lick with a fluted tongue, lapping up the taste and texture of him, he rapidly flicked his tongue back and forth over his slicked head, the tip of his tongue hard as he teased the sensitive gland, enjoying how Todd groaned and writhed beneath and above his, his breaths sharp and hard. Smiling like a cat with the cream he kept his eyes on Todd’s face as he finally took him into his mouth and swallowed him hole, all those cock juices making it easy for him deep into his throat till his lips were locked around the very base of him. His throat muscles convulsing and tightening around him as he did what he told Todd to do and hummed before slowly sliding back up only to go back down once he could breath in some air, working him his tongue mouth and throat till Todd was bucking above him and the taste of him had changed with the first drop of seed, a seconds prelude to what was about to cum exploding into his mouth and down his throat.
He loaded his tongue with just enough power to send a shock but hurt, just enough to make Todd gasp and recoil above him but more importantly, pushing him back from that edge as Saraekiel came off his cock with a wet loud pop.
“You are not to cum, not yet.” he said hoarsely as he climbed back up Todd’s body, his hand gently rubbing the sting out of his offended member, ever so slowly teasing him to pleasure with sure slicked up strokes, his lips a breath away from Todd’s.
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Todd groaned and whispered "so close, so close" but right when he was on the verge there was pain. Enough pain to make him cry out, swearing. Tears invaded his eyes from the sting, making everything blurry.
"Fuck, stop! Stop." Both of his hands pressed against Saraekiel's chest as he was touched and crawled over. "Get off me," he panted, even though that touch was back to nice now. He'd always been scared of this, of potential abuse during sex, having been warned that some vampires were into rough sex, that it might hurt. He'd not experienced that yet; everybody had been gentle. So ironic that it wouldn't be a vampire who ended up doing it, and that Ben would send him to his lover who was the kind of man who liked to make it hurt.
It made Todd see Ben in a new light. He wondered about Kerr, next.
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Saraekiel froze at Todd's hoarse cry of pain, the haze of lust clearing from his eyes as Todd pushed against his chest in an attempt to get out from under him. He had not expected such a small amount of power to cause such a reaction, pain had not been his goal. He stopped what he was doing and pushed up and away from Todd, giving him room and space to feel safe.
This was his second time trying to use a tiny amount of his gift for something other then causing agony. Zoheret hadn't been so affected, maybe it was just something about vampires and humans that made them so intriguingly susceptible, a common gene factor from their beginnings, something lesser. Regardless of the insight, hurting Todd had not been his intentions
"That...that was not meant to happen" He said as he leaned back on his haunches a shadow of regret flittering over his face and touching his eyes. " I must confess, I haven't ever used my abilities like that on a mortal before. I didn't know it would effect you so adversely" He sighed heavily with something like remorse. He thought about leaning forward and laying a hand on Todd's foot or something to try to reassure him. Humans liked reassurance, he flicked his gaze over Todd uncertainly and decided to go with something more unpleasant. " I apologise." he said softly and although the words and sentiment were genuine they were like ashes on his tongue, bitter and unpalatable.
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Todd relaxed and felt self-conscious about his freak out. Oh my god, could he not be any more awkward? The blood that had left his waning cock now rushed to his face to highlight his embarrassment. He was such a fucking numpty. How the hell was he going to smooth this over? Shouting like a damsel in distress getting ravaged by a beast? Sweet Jesus.
"I'm sorry. It wasn't that bad, it was just a surprise," Todd said hurriedly. "Way to spoil a mood, Todd," he admonished himself, covering his nudity with his hands before he realised what he was doing. He didn't think they'd recapture the heat they had so he started to sit up, giving Saraekiel apologetic looks.
He was such a drama queen. No, worse. He was a melodrama queen. Saraekiel wouldn't look at him twice now.
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He almost winced when Todd covered himself, obviously his apology wasn't the miracle cure he had hoped it would be. Not that he was surprised, apologizing had always seemed pointless and a waste of time to him.
The rest of Todd's response to his faux pas was promising though, maybe everything wasn't ruined. "No, the fault is mine, Pet. You have spoiled nothing," He smiled reassuringly as he tucked himself back into his pants and zipped them close." His eyes flicked over Todd again then to the mini bar, there was cloths there somewhere and water. The least he could do if offer something to clean Todd up with. He slid off the couch and moved past Todd to retrieve the items, He stopped and moving slowly he brushed Todd's shoulder with his fingertips. "In fact, you have been exceptionable." he offered the human a smile before moving on. The cloth was in a drawer, if you can call it a cloth; a small piece of material used to wipe down the minibar. It was clean and unused. heating the material up in his hand after it had been made wet was no problem for the dark angel who held out the warmed damp material out to the lad as he retook his seat.
"I ruined the mood but i can at least offer to clean you up...if you would like." he offered with a touch of uncertainty in his voice, unsure whether Todd would welcome his touch right now, regardless of his kind words and sweet demeanor.
What was more then apparent was his need to fine tune his gift to a higher finesse. His inadequacy and lack of skill was beyond embarrassing. He needed to obtain someone to practice on.
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Todd tucked himself back into his clothes when Saraekiel left the couch. Humiliated and upset with himself, he hurriedly buttoned the over-sized shirt that the dark angel had lent him but didn't finish by the time Saraekiel was coming back with the cloth. He'd already pulled the zipper up and didn't feel the need to wipe because Saraekiel had licked everything off him anyway. He didn't fancy the idea of his flaccid member being touched because it had become embarrassingly small now so he quickly took the cloth from Saraekiel and shoved it down his pants.
"Thanks, I'm good," he said, giving some half hearted wipes with a warm (how'd he get it warm?) cloth. It came out of his pants almost as fast and then Todd toyed with it as he spoke. "I'm sorry. I should leave now."
He took a few steps towards the lift before stopping and turning around, wringing the cloth without realising what he had in his hands.
"Could you kiss me? I mean, I don't want to leave thinking about this one embarrassing moment. I liked when we were kissing, and I figure if the last thing we do is that then it would..." his words trailed off.
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Heavy with his own thoughts he hadn't even realized Todd had redressed and he couldn't help but feel disappointed with himself as Todd hurriedly shoved the cloth down his pants and just as quickly whipped it out, supposedly in a rush to get the hell away from the dark angel. At Todd's request he quickly reassessed the situation.
He slowly approached the forlorn and rejected looking guy and gently took the cloth he was twisting in hands away and dropping it on the floor. he then lifted his hand and stroked Todd's Todd's cheek with a soft caress of his knuckles, along his jawline then brushed his thumb tenderly over his bottom lip.
"Do you want this to be the last thing we do?" He asked softly, almost in a whisper as he leaned in to comply with Todd's wish
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"The last thing we do before I go home, yes," Todd replied just as softly, his smile crooked and shy. With vampires he knew exactly what they wanted. Blood and sex. He felt out of his depth when it came to Saraekiel because he didn't know what the dark angel wanted. He was Ben's paramour, not his, and Ben was going to remind him of that when he had to recount what had happened tonight after his message had been delivered.
But here and now he could push Ben out of his mind. Here and now it was just Saraekiel's touch on his face and the memory of his mouth between his legs. Sparks zinged up his spine as he lifted his face so his mouth could meet Saraekiel's lips. He kissed them tenderly before a hunger for more took over and he wrapped his arms around Saraekiel's shoulders.
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Saraekiel pulled him deeper into the kiss as Todd's arms wrapped around him, his tongue slipping past his lips to tangle with Todd's. tasting him, savouring him, devouring him as he slipped one hand around him and through his hair, supporting him as he deepened the kiss, the other sliding over his hip and ass, pulling him against him.
Todd was Ben's but didn't they say a shared pet made a household stronger? not that they were a household, or even really together but they were something, why not have a toy they could both play with, both enjoy...together.
He pulled away, gasping softly and more then a little aroused and smiled with warm wickedness at Todd. "Good night Todd, and thank you for delivering Ben's message, and for keeping me company."
He watched as Todd started to enter the lift before remembering something. "Wait!" Rushing forward he stopped the lift from closing by shoving his hand on the door then leaning on the frame . " Can you give a message back to Ben?. Tell him I said Have fun, good luck and safe travels." he said as he reached behind him and winced as he plucked a feather from his wing. The pain sharp, almost excruciatingly so but quickly gone as he held the now visible feather out to Todd, the blackness of it glimmering in the light the faint traces of red in it like blood seen through shadow, seeming almost alive with power. Ben had asked him for trust when last they saw each other. A gift like this could mean the death of them both so the bastard better keep it safe. "Kiss him and tell him it's something to remember me by till he returns. Also...I owe you a new shirt. allow me to take you shopping. Leave your number with paddy downstairs and I will pick you up Thursday." It was a request and also not, but it was also putting the ball in Todd's court. if he didn't want to see Saraekiel again, all he had to do was walk out the front door.
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Awe prickled Todd's senses when he was given a feather from Saraekiel's wings. He stared at it, momentarily confused before he realised what it was and where it had come from. Taking it like it was a revered artefact, Todd held it against his chest and nodded with gravitas as Saraekiel warned him about it.
His expression changed when Saraekiel asked him to leave his number with Paddy. He nodded again with more energy this time and before he left Grigori, he did as asked, leaving his name and cellphone number with Paddy, a name that seemed fitting for the redheaded assistant.
He left in a different shirt than how he'd arrived, not realising that Ben had also lost an item of clothing and needing it replaced when he'd also visited Saraekiel. Todd had a driver to take him back to the Luminary though, and once he was there and back in his room it didn't take long for Ben to arrive. He hadn't even had time to change out of the shirt.
Todd answered the door, still clutching the feather against his chest. Ben's eyes immediately moved to it and Todd swore that his eyes widened momentarily. He invited Ben in at the same time as the blond stepped in and closed the door behind himself. Ben's nostrils flared, the smell of Saraekiel was potent on Todd.
"He fucked you," Ben said, because he doubted Todd had made any moves in that direction.
"No," Todd said, still holding the feather to his chest. His eyes were large even as he shook his head.
Ben moved closer, ever so slightly shorter than Todd but certainly not any less imposing because of it. Todd stood his ground because he knew Ben preferred it that way. He could feel Ben so close that his icy exterior was cooling Todd's flushed body down. His heart was pounding as Ben turned his head, smelling him, smelling his breath. And then they were kissing, but it wasn't like Saraekiel at all or like any of the other times Ben had ever kissed him - this was entirely for the benefit of tasting the dark angel, Todd knew that even though he couldn't know such a thing because, well, he knew. Neither of them held the other but the kiss was still deep and sensual until Ben pulled back.
"You sucked on him," Ben said.
Todd blushed a deep red and nodded. Oh my god, this was so embarrassing and oddly hot. He was ridiculously horny and also confused. His dick was a hard, uncomfortable rod in his pants.
"I have a message," Todd said, then he relayed it without emotion before thrusting the feather outward towards Ben. The blond vampire took it, his ice blue eyes shinier than usual and a hint of a smile playing around his lips. In front of Todd Ben's fingers explored the feather, caressing it before he handed it back.
"Keep it safe for me, for now. I'll get it when the time is right. Take everything off except that shirt, and climb onto your bed."
Todd nodded and placed the feather in his bedside drawer before doing as Ben commanded. For the next half hour Ben took everything from Todd that Saraekiel didn't, and then some.