Dancing In the Shadows
-Original
RP-
by Shuuki and Pookie
Cold Nights
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Notes:
- Russian words in bold italic
- Action denoted by *
- Speech denoted by <>
- Just humor us... we’ll put the story into novel format... someday.
* Chanserveaux quirks an eyebrow at the room’s occupants
<Chanserveaux> A lonely vampire? We can’t have that.
* Chanserveaux smirks
<Chanserveaux> Not while I’m here anyway.
* lonely_vampire looks up from books and blinks
* lonely_vampire raises a curious eyebrow in turn
* Chanserveaux captures the stranger’s chin in two fingers
<Chanserveaux> My you’re a pretty thing.
<lonely_vampire> ...And who might you be?
<Chanserveaux> I? Why I look over this establishment (IRC).
<Chanserveaux> I am the master of the house if you will.
<lonely_vampire> Is that so?
* lonely_vampire pulls head away from you and nods lightly
<lonely_vampire> Thank you for keeping such a nice place around then.
* Chanserveaux stands back and ‘tsks’
<Chanserveaux> A cold thing for being so “lonely”.
* lonely_vampire shrugs
<lonely_vampire> There is such a thing as warmth when you’re lonely?
* Chanserveaux leans in quite close and examines the lonely vampire minutely
* lonely_vampire turns and takes a good look at his host
<Chanserveaux> A cold beauty, but a beauty nonetheless. ^^
* lonely_vampire opens mouth to reply but looks away instead
* Chanserveaux leans in toward the boy’s ear
* lonely_vampire stiffens instinctively but doesn’t move away
<Chanserveaux> I’m sure I can stoke that waning flame I see in those cold eyes of yours.
<lonely_vampire> ...
* Chanserveaux lays a hand on his guest’s shoulder that somehow wanders up over the graceful bow of his neck
<Chanserveaux> I can do no less for a guest in my home.
* lonely_vampire hesitates to move away, trying to ignore the touch on his skin
<lonely_vampire> You do no need to bother yourself with that, Sir.
* Chanserveaux tilts the youth’s chin toward his face, lips a hair’s breath from the boy’s. His gaze flicks up from his mouth to his green eyes.
<Chanserveaux> Oh but I insist.
* lonely_vampire’s breath catches and he tries to pull his head back slightly, uneasy about the closeness of the man’s lips
* Chanserveaux smiles bearing his fangs, which catch the glint of the firelight
<Chanserveaux> Call it a personal interest in a particularly unique guest.
* Chanserveaux runs a thumb over the boy’s cheek
<Chanserveaux> I think I should like to see you bear your fangs as well.
* lonely_vampire’s eyes are drawn to the vampire’s fangs and it takes a minute to register his words
* Chanserveaux’s thumb glides suggestively over the corner of the boy’s mouth and down his bottom lip
<lonely_vampire> ...
* lonely_vampire parts lips slightly, gaze wandering from Chanserv’s lips to his blue eyes, not wanting to obey but growing more and more intrigued by the his host’s behavior
<lonely_vampire> Why? They are just fangs...
* Chanserveaux’s eyebrow quirks for the second time tonight
<Chanserveaux> Can it be that this lonely vampire has never tasted the company of his own kind?
* lonely_vampire’s mouth shuts and his eyes narrow in a glare
* Chanserveaux’s other eyebrow joins the first
<Chanserveaux> And what insult have I uttered to add another spark to your cold gaze?
* Chanserveaux removes his hand from the boy’s face and leans casually on the arm of the chair, thoroughly interested in this young vampire’s behavior
* lonely_vampire’s face shifts from angry to almost surprised and then back to neutral
<lonely_vampire> Ah, nothing... Forgive me, I forget myself.
* Chanserveaux clamps a hand on each chair arm, bending at the waist to close the space between them again
* lonely_vampire shifts his weight uncomfortably but never takes his eyes off his host
<Chanserveaux> May I ask your name, lonely vampire?
* lonely_vampire straightens his back as he speaks
<lonely_vampire>
Kristov, as they call me in my homeland of
* Chanserveaux diminishes the space between their mouths, a smile drifting across his lips again
<Chanserveaux> Well then Kristov...
<Chanserveaux> …may I offer you a taste?
<lonely_vampire> ...Sir? *blinks wildly*
* lonely_vampire looks at the golden-haired man, frozen on the spot, eyes continually drawn to his lips
* Chanserveaux approaches slowly but with all the force of his consuming charm, the heat of his skin, of his breath, and of his gaze inviting the Russian youth
<Chanserveaux> Cold nights should not be spent alone.
* lonely_vampire replies in a quiet voice, transfixed by the man’s presence
<lonely_vampire> The nights are always cold in
<lonely_vampire> You get used to the cold, even alone...
* lonely_vampire wants to walk away but finds his body refusing to move
The fire blazes behind
the master of the house, setting the highlights of his golden hair like a
glimpse of summer sun.
* lonely_vampire whispers to himself, “Who are you really?”
<Chanserveaux> Indeed?
* Chanserveaux chooses to gift the lonely vampire with a sample of foreign heat over further words
* Chanserveaux captures Kristov’s lips in a kiss
* lonely_vampire’s eyes grow wide, taken by surprise at the warmth of Chanserv’s lips
* Chanserveaux’s tongue unlocks the line of the boy’s lips and slips inside, sliding delicately over the point of his young fangs
* lonely_vampire’s hands go to Chanserv’s chest, initially wanting to push him back but forgetting themselves and gripping his clothes hard
* lonely_vampire lets his eyes flutter shut, lost in the mastery of the vampire’s kiss, heat slowly coloring his cheeks as he finds himself enjoying it
* Chanserveaux smirks to himself, “I wonder...”
* Chanserveaux’s tongue abandons its tangling with Kristov’s and returns to the sharpness of his fang
* Chanserveaux drags the sensitive surface of his tongue against the point, breaking the skin.
* Chanserveaux shares the fresh flow of his blood between the warring mouths
* lonely_vampire suddenly gasps into Chanserv’s mouth as the strong familiar taste courses in. He reaches out with his tongue, caressing Chanserv’s, wanting to taste it more
* Chanserveaux generously spreads the flavor, humming with pleasure as Kristov suckles his tongue
* Chanserveaux removes his hands from the arms of the chair, deftly unfastening the top buttons of the boy’s shirt to flutter over his skin
* lonely_vampire eagerly feeds on Chanserv’s tongue, drinking in as much as he can before pulling back, gasping for breath
* lonely_vampire barely notices the man’s fingers on his skin, noticing only a trickle of blood sliding from the corner of his mouth and eagerly leaning in to lick it
* Chanserveaux looks over the picture of this undone youth, flushed and rumpled, with lustful satisfaction
<Chanserveaux> I take it I was correct in my assumption.
* lonely_vampire blinks at the voice, suddenly remembering himself. He looks up at the vampire, cheeks turning scarlet red.
<lonely_vampire> Assumption?
<Chanserveaux> That you have not tasted your own kind.
* lonely_vampire looks away, unable to answer that
<Chanserveaux> And now I think I should like to sample a taste myself.
* lonely_vampire’s hands clench harder against Chanserv’s chest at those words
* Chanserveaux licks along the pulse of Kristov’s neck
<lonely_vampire> ...Taste...me?
* lonely_vampire fights back a shiver of fear and anticipation as Chanserv’s fangs loom close to his skin
<Chanserveaux> I see no other lonely Russian vampires here...
<lonely_vampire> ...
* Chanserveaux nibbles along the tendon, enjoying the shiver trembling beneath his lips
* lonely_vampire feels his heart accelerate, blood pumping through his veins at a wild pace
* lonely_vampire bites his lip and closes eyes, unable to pull away even if he wanted to
<Chanserveaux> *the beat of the youth’s heart echoes like the boom of a drum in Chanserv’s ears
* Chanserveaux whispers headily
<Chanserveaux> But this is no place for such activities...
* Chanserveaux takes Kristov’s wrist in hand and draws him to the space before the fire
<Chanserveaux> ...Such tastes need to be savored.
* lonely_vampire follows, anxious to know what this man has in mind, yet terrified at the same time
<lonely_vampire> *it may’ve been a trick of the firelight, but Kristov is sure he caught a flash of crimson in the master’s eyes as he’s lowered to the floor, his shirt slipping from his shoulders and now pooling about his waist
* lonely_vampire revels in the warmth of the flames and the warmth of Chanserv’s body hovering above, barely sensing the cold air brushing over his chest
* Chanserveaux’s long hair falls around the two like a sunlit curtain
* Chanserveaux glides a hand over the rise of Kristov’s chest, sliding down over the softness of his belly as if touching a delicate treasure
<Chanserveaux> Are you cold? You’re trembling...
* lonely_vampire arches into the touch, a delicious shudder coursing through his body
<lonely_vampire> No... Not cold... Different...
<Chanserveaux> Your maker did not embrace you so?
* lonely_vampire closes his eyes, remembering a dark street and falling snow
* lonely_vampire shakes his head and answers quietly
<lonely_vampire> It was not like this...
* Chanserveaux’s hand slips beneath the fabric of the boy’s trousers to cup the heated flesh
<lonely_vampire> Aah… aahhh...
* Chanserveaux drags his fangs over the thin flesh of the boy’s neck
* lonely_vampire’s head rolls back, exposing more of his neck, breath becoming faster
<Chanserveaux> He did not fill you with the terror of devouring?
* lonely_vampire’s eyes go blank at the word
* lonely_vampire says in a murmur as he recalls
<lonely_vampire> Cold... dark... hurt so much...
* Chanserveaux whispers as he relishes the uncontrollable tremble of the body beneath
<Chanserveaux> Even the blood he shared with you was cold?
* lonely_vampire whimpers and grips the man’s shoulder hard, mumbling to himself in Russian
<lonely_vampire> Cold...
always cold... white... red... stop…
<Chanserveaux> *a red surge of desire seethes up into Chanserv’s eyes as he watches his prey slip into cold memory
<Chanserveaux> “Kristov,” he pronounces in Russian, “look at me.”
* lonely_vampire feels a jolt in his body at hearing his name in his native tongue, fear at the familiar sound making him obey immediately
* lonely_vampire blinks a few times, trying to focus his eyes on the face in front of him
* Chanserveaux has already divested the young vampire of his trousers without his notice
* Chanserveaux runs an expert hand along the boy’s manhood
* lonely_vampire clamps a hand over his mouth to fight back the long moan welling in his throat
* Chanserveaux pins Kristov’s wrists above his head with a free hand, staring deep into the confused swirl of lust and lingering fear in the boy’s eyes
* Chanserveaux continues his work over Kristov’s standing hardness, coaxing it with lithe fingers
<lonely_vampire> Stop... please... don’t hurt me... *whispers incoherently in his language, his eyes captured by the vampire’s and unable to run away*
<lonely_vampire> Unnh.... *starts to pant more and more heavily, biting his lip hard to stay quiet*
* Chanserveaux intones with perfect Russian, “Let the heat consume you...”
<Chanserveaux> Kristov...
* lonely_vampire shakes head hard
* Chanserveaux kisses and licks a trail down the boy’s chest, lapping playfully at the tip of his arousal
* lonely_vampire gasps loudly, his pants mixing with growing moans, the warm wet touch driving him insane
<lonely_vampire> Aah... Don’t...
* Chanserveaux works his way back up with effortless grace to Kristov’s shoulder, biting gently at the bone, covering the smaller body with his own
<Chanserveaux> *the heat and weight of his frame rest just above the boy, nipples brushing, manhood’s swelling with passing friction
* lonely_vampire half-whimpers, half-moans as every inch of his body burns with each brush
* Chanserveaux purrs into the Russian’s ear, nipping at its curled edge, “Let me take you... Let the heat of my fatal kiss sear through you...”
* lonely_vampire arches his slim body upwards, needing to touch every inch, shudders of anticipation and lust shaking him
* Chanserveaux slips a slickened finger between the cleft of the boy’s legs, probing that forbidden spot
<lonely_vampire> Ah!! What?... ung... Not there....
* lonely_vampire tries to move his body but only flares up his nerve endings as he brushes against the vampire even more
* Chanserveaux’s finger is swallowed in the boy’s tight heat as he stretches him, petting the sweet spot within
* lonely_vampire lets out a single word in a quiet breath
<lonely_vampire> Hot…
* Chanserveaux releases a low growl as desire courses through his lovely prey, his own cock throbbing with impatience
<lonely_vampire> *a lustful and needy sound escapes him as the finger caresses and teases him inside, driving all common sense away leaving only primal want
<lonely_vampire> I’m... so hot...
* Chanserveaux frees his finger from the inviting body, positioning his hard flesh at the entrance
* lonely_vampire splits his legs, allowing better access and looks at the vampire with blatant desire
* Chanserveaux plunges in without warning, earning a delightful scream from the Russian boy
<Chanserveaux> *the invasion is violation and pleasure all at once as Kristov weeps with the rapid rhythm Chanserv sets
* lonely_vampire’s cries grow louder, unable to hold back, the pain making his blood boil with desire for more
<lonely_vampire> *calls out between his passionate cries* More... More!
<Chanserveaux> *the cold beauty blooms like a scarlet flower under a golden sun as Chanserv pounds into his burning body
* lonely_vampire moves his hips in time with his master, taking him in deeper with each thrust
<Chanserveaux> *the smell of Kristov’s blood rises like a perfume as he blazes, invading the older vampire’s already inflamed senses
<lonely_vampire> Hurts... so good master... Harder...
* Chanserveaux strokes the boy’s erection, breathing heated words into the boy’s neck
* lonely_vampire growls deep in his throat at the surge of sensation the hands create in him, the wonderful pressure so intense now it threatens to explode
<Chanserveaux> Come for me... Let me kill you again...
<lonely_vampire> *the mere words are enough to shatter the little control he had left
<lonely_vampire> *bucking his hips hard, incomprehensible sounds pouring from him like a river, Kristov suddenly explodes in the other man’s hand
* Chanserveaux sinks his fangs into the yielding flesh of the boy’s neck, piercing the vein and drinking deeply
<lonely_vampire> *body arches back, silky threads coating their chests, as his entire vision turns a burning white
* lonely_vampire cries become louder as he feels his blood drained, the sensation too much for him as he rides out his orgasm
* Chanserveaux releases his seed into the boy’s tight passage with a simultaneous groan of pleasure, euphoric release leaving his body, intoxicating liquid running down his throat
* Chanserveaux savors the boy’s taste with almost drunken pleasure, dislodging his fangs reluctantly as Kristov’s shudders begin to subside
* lonely_vampire feels the aftershock of his coming accompanied with a heavenly lightheadedness, his senses completely drowned in pleasure
* Chanserveaux watches his prey continue to drift in his virgin afterglow, unable to resist stealing a few more kisses and licks from the boy’s cooling body
* lonely_vampire looks up to Chanserv, his face and body flushed, trying to recapture his breath and heartbeat
* lonely_vampire whispers out for the vampire, feeling a wave of sleepiness wash over him, wishing the warmth of their bodies would never slip away
* Chanserveaux caresses the crimson wound already healing on Kristov’s neck
<Chanserveaux> Are you cold, young one?
* lonely_vampire smiles to Chanserv, the small shine of his fang barely visible
<lonely_vampire> No, it is not cold here anymore.
* lonely_vampire reaches for Chanserv’s face inquiringly
<lonely_vampire> What happens when the cold returns?
* Chanserveaux gathers the Russian to his chest, sharing their naked warmth between them.
<Chanserveaux> This house is open to you, little Russian.
* lonely_vampire hesitates for a minute and wraps arms around Chanserv to hug back
* lonely_vampire whispers gratefully in his mother tongue
<lonely_vampire> Thank you.
<Chanserveaux> You must find someone to spend the night with...
<Chanserveaux> *grins charmingly* Cold nights should not be spent alone.
~Fin!