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The street was silent, utterly silent, utterly still in the dead of night, the shadows pressing in like a black cloak. Two figures waded through the darkness impenetrable to human eyes, Mael and Avicus, with their arms linked and temples pressed together as if huddling close to each other for warmth, although really they just enjoyed the physical contact, the proximity to each other’s hard vampire bodies. They both heard footsteps in the darkness, training their eyes that pierced through the shadows like a warm knife through butter on the person making the noise that only their preternatural ears could hear. A beautiful woman, although she wore heavy makeup that hid her natural complexion. One glimpse into her unprotected mind, almost too easy, revealed that she made her living taking advantage of those that would take advantage of her profession, luring men to bed then robbing them blind, sometimes even taking the very clothes from their backs and throwing their bare bodies in the river to be found washed up on shore somewhere else the next morning.
The quiet need that had been simmering in Avicus’s throat all night burst into bloom at the sight, the sound, the smell of her, and he asked softly, too low for human ears to hear, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”
“Let’s take her together,” Mael nodded, breathing in his ear. The pleasant chills that sent down Avicus’s spine did more to raise the thirst than seeing the girl did, even, and he swallowed thickly, suddenly burning with the need for blood. He burst into action before things got out of hand, dragging Mael with him toward the prostitute, who leaned against a lamppost, illuminated by dim light. She started a bit, caught off guard by their inhumanly silent approach, but quickly transformed her shock and fear into a sweet smile, batting her long, dark eyelashes coquettishly. “How do you do, good sirs?”
“Well, and how are you, my sweet lady?” Avicus smiled, extricating his hand from Mael’s to bring her ringed fingers to his lips, kissing her knuckles.
“Ooh!” she laughed. “Your lips are so cold.”
“And how would you like to warm them up for me?” the man winked, and she pretended to think about it; he could hear in her mind how she was already planning to pick them clean of each and every possession they had on their persons. That wouldn’t be happening tonight, poor girl.
Well, she took them back to a cosy little house draped in green and ivory and offered them sweets; they politely declined. Even if they could eat, they knew that she had poisoned the little goodies, and so still they would have abstained. She tried to urge them, but they would not be persuaded, and eventually she gave up with an angry huff; Avicus led her to the bed and coaxed the frown off of her face with soft kisses that made her smile and giggle a little even as she recoiled from the frigidity of his touch, how strong and almost stone-like his fingers felt against her warm, squishy flesh. He took her garments in his hands and ripped them in twain with ease, and she cried out, mostly in surprise, but Avicus silenced her again with another kiss on her artificially reddened lips, licking the paint off of them as he shrugged his own clothing off. Tracing his tongue along her mouth, he teased her nipples with fingers like little cold stones until the colour of them bloomed brilliantly and they stood as perfect points on the ends of her round, voluptuous breasts, already heaving with the way he had worked her up.
“Come, won’t you join us?” he asked Mael, turning his brown eyes on his vampire companion who stood in the corner of the room with his hands hanging uselessly at his sides like he didn’t know what to do with them, or he had forgotten they were attached to his torso. This address roused Mael from the almost trance-like state he had fallen into from getting lost in thought, and he stripped himself down and climbed onto the bed, on the other side of the woman, and he kissed her now, groaning at the warmth of her against his cold skin. He could smell her arousal, smell the dampness beginning to gather between her legs, in the dark and finely curled hair that hid her most private areas from view unless upon a closer inspection, and he kissed her neck, sucking at the flesh softly, but Avicus’s warning hand on his shoulder told him not yet, so he resisted the temptation to bite, trailing his mouth down her breasts and taking one plump, hard nipple between his lips. She sighed and stroked his hair with one ringed hand, threading the fingers of the other through Avicus’s curls as he made his way down past her stomach and began lapping softly at her clit, causing her to shudder. She was even warmer down there, the tang of her wetness greeting his cold tongue as he slid it inside of her, cruel and delicious, up and down her vulva with insistent swirling licks until she practically melted into the sheets under the ministrations of both of their mouths at once. She was so incredibly aroused, chest heaving as she made little sounds of pleasure almost akin to whimpers, and all the blood rushing so close to the surface of the olive skin under Avicus’s tongue made the thirst rise up hot and heavy in his throat again, surrounded by the moist and warm air between her legs, and he couldn’t help but bite down on her inner thigh and begin to drink. She jumped a bit and gave a little yelp that she managed to turn into a giggle, squirming under him as she began to fall into the swoon, her eyelids fluttering closed as her eyes glossed over. Mael brought his hand between her legs to tease her with icy fingers, to finish the job, as he took blood from her breast, and her heart hammered ever faster, ever stronger, straining against their mouths and with the slow increase of her pleasure.
Finally she gave a loud gasp and gushed all over Mael’s hand, and that over with, that energy expended, her heart spluttered and finally stopped as they took their lips from her heated flesh, ruddied sensuously with blood. They locked eyes, pupils blown wide, their own chests heaving, and their gazes connected in one electrifying moment that seemed to pause time and stretch out tenuously forever, then Mael lunged at Avicus and grabbed his face, slotting their mouths together, kicking the cadaver off of the bed in the process. Their lips were slick and slid against each other’s because of the woman’s blood; it set everything on fire, almost dizzy with the sensation of it.
Avicus’s thirst had not been quenched; he was not satisfied.
It rose up in him again as Mael licked into his mouth to clean their victim’s blood out of it, forcing its way up his throat and making it constrict with need, making him tremble. His fingers clawed wildly in Mael’s straw-like hair, forcing him closer, making it impossible for him to withdraw his lips, and they both groaned as Avicus bit down on Mael’s tongue with a wet crunch, licking at the blood that leaked out of it. Mael ran his big hands down Avicus’s chest, caressing his stomach, thumb brushing a dusting of curly black hair as the other hand roved across his maker’s collarbone, massaging his trapezius, panting hot and heavy into his mouth as he pushed Mael flat on his back on the bed, straddling his hips. He took his mouth a bit longer, then finally he broke free to give them both a chance to breathe, pressing sloppy kisses with moistened lips across his fledgling’s jawline, to the hollow behind his ear, down to his Adam’s apple and jugular notch, across that marble chest and following the faintest trail of pale blond hair that led the way over his torso, finally sinking his fangs in again just above Mael’s navel. The man gasped and arched up into Avicus’s teeth, broad fingers curling in black hair almost tight enough to yank it straight out of the scalp. He clutched at Avicus’s back and shoulders desperately, shuddering at the feel of his lips working on his belly, warmed now with the woman’s blood, electrifying and sweet, making his whole body ache for his maker.
He wrapped his legs around Avicus’s back, locking them together, and swallowed hard, trembling with the euphoria that being drunk from always brings, so unspeakably, mind-numbingly rapturous. All he could think about was that mouth on his skin, burning hot and tingling and oh so delicious, and nothing else in the whole world mattered in that moment other than the feel of Avicus tugging gently at his veins.
Avicus tightened his grip on Mael’s hips, fingers digging into the soft marble of his ass, nails pressing crescent moon marks into the skin and threatening to break it, the vibration from Mael’s moan shooting down his torso and into Avicus’s lips where it amplified the pleasure sevenfold. He was floating, dizzy, his body made light and airy with the rapture of the swoon. Drinking from Mael always felt so surreal, how close they felt emotionally in the moment, the flashes of affection in the blood, like upon the first drop that hit his tongue time dilated and stretched itself out and he got lost in a sea of sensation, gently bobbing along as wave after gentle wave of pleasure washed over him, utterly consuming him. This was what he had been craving from the moment he opened his eyes as the death sleep released him, this was what he needed, this dark, simple intimacy that only a vampire could share. This was ecstasy, this was serenity, this was perfection.
He broke away with his chest heaving, heart beating in time with Mael’s, then he smothered him with another kiss, rubbing their nipples against each other’s. Mael’s hands in his hair calmed him, and their bodies slowed together until they were set at a more normal pace again, still breathing as one. Avicus laid his head on Mael’s chest and closed his eyes with a sigh, whole body relaxing, practically melting into him. He nearly fell into mortal sleep like that, feeling the way he rose and fell as Mael breathed, and Mael did fall asleep, soothed by the sensation of Avicus’s weight pressing down on top of him, pushing him into the soft, warm sheets so pleasantly.
Avicus felt a sense of peace overtake him, like being lowered slowly into a tub of warm water, and he sighed contentedly, and as he sighed his whole body relaxed on top of Mael’s sleeping form. He rubbed his thumb in small circles around the mole on his fledgling’s inner elbow and with the other hand played idly with a lock of the man’s hair, closing his eyes and simply savouring the closeness to him, feeling the woman’s blood coursing through his pretty blue veins that made him, for the time being, so utterly soft and pink and warm.
When it got close to dawn Avicus tore himself reluctantly from the sheets and gingerly shook Mael awake; they dressed in comfortable silence, disposed of the woman’s body in much the same way that she so liked to dispose of her own victims, and settled down into their hiding place for the day, curled up as always snug and content in each other’s immortal arms.