Odorem Sanguis

Matthew belongs to a dear friend, but she allows me to use him.

Cherosh is my own creation.

I will indicate who the characters belong to when they make their first appearance, just to clarify things, and remind every tenth chapter who they belong to, so no misunderstandings will happen!

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The soft pace didn't keep up for long, though – as Matthew had to realize he was already running late for university. Both were quite disappointed by that, but there was no complaining about it. With the promise they would resume to what they now had been interrupted in, Cherosh let the necromancer leave. Ah well, no use in playing over-possessive vampire now, was there?



While Matthew was gone, Cherosh was wandering about the house, a bit restless and overall in the mood to bite. It was hard to keep his fangs away from the necromancer, especially since the smaller male had wonderfully pure blood. No drugs, no cigarettes, nothing. Just the pure taste of blood, and that made the half-breed eager and kept him on edge constantly. Unnerving and overall consuming his patience.



Finally, he sat down at the kitchen table, having grabbed an orange and nibbling on it. He didn't bother to remove the peel, though, as he somehow liked the slightly bitter taste. As Cherosh waited for Matthew's return, he began dozing off, until his head tilted forward and he was fast asleep, orange juice dripping down from his lower lip and making him look quite messy in some way.



Only as Matthew ran a finger along his lower lip, the half-breed jerked awake again. "Heh, you're such a mess..." the necromancer teased softly, nipping on the taller male's ear teasingly. "So what?" Cherosh yawned, stretching and not yet being awake. "Just saying." Matthew snickered, wrapping his arms around the half-breed's neck. "We still have unfinished business, if I'm not mistaken."



Chuckling about that remark, Cherosh tilted his head back a little, just to nip on the necromancer's neck. "Yeah, me being all tender and mushy with you. Though you like it rough, too." Rolling his eyes, Matthew couldn't help but to snicker. "Sure I do, but there are some fine differences between just rude behavior and S/M."



Now, the necromancer received a confused look from the half-breed. "Please tell me you have at least a faint idea what S/M consists of." Matthew couldn't really believe Cherosh was completely clueless in this respect, but the halfbreed had such a way... "I guess the rougher the better?" Oh dear, that was even worse than what he would have assumed. "I'll need to teach you a lot of things yet, as it seems."



Cherosh looked perfectly confused, as well as a bit embarrassed now. "Am I mistaken? I thought it would be something like that." The half-breed even blushed lightly, feeling uncomfortable a bit. Being this clueless wasn't something he liked at all, and he surely would have liked all of this being less tensed up now.



"Well, you're not completely off. But there are variations. I, for my part, am into needles and knives. Especially needles, though." Grinning down at Cherosh, the necromancer toyed around with the half-breed's shirt. "Want to know about it?" The vampire nodded, though a small frown was visible on his face. "How can you like needles? I mean, I got an idea how they will be used, but that's more than strange."



Making himself comfortable on the half-breed's lap, Matthew rested one hand on the collar he still was wearing, before going on. "Let's start from the scratch. Do you know what a safe word is?" Cherosh didn't have to think too long about it. "I guess it's the word that will end it immediately if it gets too much, right?"



Nodding, the necromancer continued his explanation. "Right, because protesting is part of the game. You need a hint when you're actually overdoing it. If you ignore the safe word, you will most likely get quite some difficulties finding someone to play with." Cherosh tilted his head to one side, seeming to think about it. "Seems logical. I can't imagine anyone would be able to take everything."



A small smirk appeared on Matthew's face at this comment. "Well, I needed my safe word only twice. I'm quite good at taking anything my partner unleashed on me." That was a big upside of his necromancer abilities, regarding the fact they were this advanced. He could permanently draw energy from his surroundings and heal himself, to ensure the game would last long and give him what he wanted.



Nudging Matthew softly, Cherosh grinned. "You're a little show-off, aren't you." The necromancer made an innocent face, shaking his head. "No, I'm not." He then snickered and made himself a bit more comfortable in Cherosh's lap. "I dislike being beaten, so don't you even try that. Oh, and no candles and fire." The vampire nodded at this. He could put up with these limits, without problem.



For a moment, there was silence, then the vampire gave the necromancer a questioning look. "What was that about the needles? I would like to know." At this, Matthew got up, vanishing upstairs and searching for some time before returning with a small box. "A gift from a customer, a few years back."



Inside the box, there was a variety of silver needles, ornamented with small rubies, and of different widths and lengths. Matthew picked an especially long one, showing it to the vampire. The silver smell made the half-breed wrinkle his nose, and the imagination of getting such a thing into his body made goosebumps appear on his forearms. Snickering at that, Matthew patted Cherosh's cheek. "They are supposed to get into me, not into you, sweetheart."



With that, he placed the needle's tip between two bones of his palm, then slowly pressed it through the flesh until it had pierced his hand completely. "See?" he whispered with a breathy voice, shuddering at the wonderful pain pricking his insides. The vampire needed some time until he believed what he was seeing there. "You actually like it when you're in such pain? Hell, you are a moron."



Matthew removed the needle again, healing the small wound in a matter of seconds. "I prefer 'freak', thank you very much." Again, there was this expression on the half-breed's face. "Is silver venomous to you?" He was turning the blood-covered needle in the light, giving it a long look. "Not as much as a pureblood. Five minutes with a silver object right through my heart, and that's it." Cherosh's eyes were locked on the other's still slightly bloody palm, but he held his instincts back. He had promised to not get his fangs into Matthew without asking first, after all.



Handing the vampire the needle, Matthew once more had made himself comfortable on Cherosh's lap. "You can have it." he smiled, watching as the vampire now turned the needle around himself. The necromancer noticed the slightly twitching skin, assuming that Cherosh was feeling a nasty itching there.



The vampire gave him another of his questioning looks, but this time, it wasn't accompanied by any question. "You know, you are the most confusing human I've ever met. I mean it, I can't help but to wonder about you and your psyche." Shrugging and just smiling, Matthew picked up another box. It was larger than the needle box, and it contained a blade. Not silver, but still sharp enough to behead someone with one blow – given the vertebrae weren't hit.



"Another kink of mine. Being carved up. But we won't try this. Needles are comparably harmless, if you clean them properly and have some anatomical knowledge. A badly placed knife cut, however, kills." By the way Cherosh was looking at the blade, Matthew could tell the half-breed was quite impressed. This shimmer in Cherosh's eyes couldn't have been misinterpreted.



Turning the blade around, Matthew showed the half-breed the handle. It was formed like a single, continuous celtic knot, which eventually became the blade itself. "I planned to use it as a ritual blade, but I ended having it in my bedroom instead." This made the half-breed grin quite some. "Why doesn't that surprise me in the least?" He knew the necromancer for several weeks now, so he guessed he at least could tell more about the necromancer's at times special habits and needs.



Returning the knife into the box, Matthew licked along Cherosh's cheek. "So for now, it will only be needles for you to use. We could add ice and whips to the mix later, if you're comfortable with that." But that could wait, too. He wanted to see how Cherosh would perform in a more rough game at first, before giving him more freedom to 'torture' him.



But before they would go the rough way, he still wanted to have a nice time with a tender vampire, instead of the snappy and abusing one. Not to mention a dangerous killer. He might had forgiven Cherosh this incident, but forgetting about it was impossible so far. "First the nice way, right?" the half-breed grinned, nibbling along Matthew's neck softly. "You wanted it yourself, after all."



Nodding, the necromancer stopped the half-breed after a little while. "I might want it tender this time, but mostly, I like it really rough. Which doesn't necessarily mean you can fuck me against the next wall. If I explain the rules, though, we might try it soon." Cherosh nodded, being all calm on the outside. How it was on the inside, however, could only have been guessed. "Well then, explain the rules."



Lifting one finger, the necromancer began: "First, no fire, no heat, not even a candle. Then, safe word means you stop whatever you're doing at that moment and untie me. Third, I prefer my doms really bossy, but that doesn't give you the permission to go on like that as soon as we finished playing."



Cherosh tilted his head a bit, smirking. "Got it. Well, then we should go on with our morning loving, wouldn't you agree?" Snickering, Matthew wrapped his arms and legs around the half-breed, hugging him for a short time. "You clean yourself a bit first. I'll wait upstairs, okay?" With that, the necromancer rose and stepped upstairs, closing the blinds and making sure he was lying on top of the bed in the most sexy way he was able to think of.



It wasn't long until the half-breed had come upstairs, grinning in content at Matthew's pose. "Damn, it's impossible to resist you, you know that?" the vampire whispered with an oddly purring voice, crawling closer and kissing the necromancer softly. "I wonder if you taste as sweet as you look." Matthew chuckled, wrapping himself around Cherosh. "You want to try?" Shaking his head, the vampire lowered himself on the smaller male, just being content with kissing and nipping on the other's skin.



Matthew had to hold back to not squirm too much. It felt really good to have the half-breed this soft and gentle, even if it didn't hurt. As the slightly cooler hands slipped under his shirt, the necromancer closed his eyes and snuggled back into the pillows. He wanted Cherosh to play with him, to touch and explore, the slowest pace possible.



The half-breed had a bit of a hard time to hold back with the feeling of the other's twitching skin beneath his lips. But he held back, stripping off the fabric and trailing kisses and licks along the skin and scars. "It's hard to hold back around you... you're smelling wonderful, you know that?" Matthew chuckled softly, wriggling a slight bit beneath the vampire. "All part of the test." he claimed, making a purring sound. After all, it was developing damn good up to now...