Turn Of Events

Aydrien finally looked up, scanning the room with his eyes and psychic senses. Now he could feel him there. Aydrien set down what he had been doing. "You can come out," he invited, tone of voice neutral.

Blaine smiled as he left. Alexis and Mardian retired after small smiles and goodnights. Blaine took Novus up to his favorite room so far. He had finally gotten up the nerve to redecorate the room. Gone were the pictures of his old love. The bedsheets were new ones. A deep, rich, blood color that he had hoped Novus would like. On the dresser was a single small photo. It was a photo of a painting of Blaine himself. One he had done shortly before he was Turned. The drapes matched the bedsheets and were highly effective blackout curtains. "You like, little one? I even have some clothes that will fit you."
Demonic stepped out of the shadows. They still clung to him almost lovingly. His face was expressionless. "Aydrien..."

Novus smiled and bounced around the room, admiring everything with his eyes and hands. "Wow...it's really wonderful, Blaine...!" he praised, then picked up the small frame. His luminescent eyes scanned the small details. "This is you," he said, as if it took him a moment to realize it. Well, to a vampire, the living and dead versions of someone probably looked quite different.

Blaine chuckled. "I had hoped you would like it. This will be your room then, little one." In his picture, Blaine had much more color to him, but his eyes were duller. They didn't sparkle as they did now. "I've been meaning to get a new painting done. If you'd like, we could sit for one together."

Novus smiled. "Well...that would be nice..." he agreed with a nod. "But...I would also like to try my hand at drawing you. I haven't drawn at all since before I was Turned," he mentioned, setting the frame back down. He then undressed himself, taking his time and making sure Blaine had a nice view. "Maybe I could apprentice under someone, and further my skills," he suggested, then slipped into the new outfit.

Blaine nodded. "We could do that if you wanted." Novus undressing in front of him had been quite sexy to say the least. But now wasn't the time. "I think I know a vampire who's looking for an apprentice. But I think we ought to focus on your studies first." There was obviously something Blaine wasn't telling him, but he just wanted Novus to guess for now.

"Yes, that is much more important," Novus agreed, trailing his fingertips across Blaine's stomach as he walked past him, towards the door. He did look excited about the fact that a vampiric artist would be teaching him in the future. Only the supernatural would be able to further his abilities.

Blaine followed Novus. "So... Where would you like to go, little one? What food do you desire tonight?" He smiled at him. He was glad the subject had drifted away from art and the teacher. He wanted to surprise Novus now with his art teacher.

Novus pondered this for a moment, really thinking about what he was craving. "Let's...feed together..." he suggested, blushing slightly. "Not in this town though...away from here, some aristocratic young woman..." Novus said, and was surprised at himself.

Blaine chuckled. "Alright then. Let's go get horses then. It'll be quicker that way." He led Novus down to his stables where about five horses, all with gleaming red eyes, stood quietly in their stalls. There was a black, a red roan, a chestnut, a dapple grey, and a solid white horse. Blaine chose the black, which was obviously a stud, and began to groom and saddle the beast. "Pick out which ever one you'd like, Novus. Just... beware the blue. She can get tempermental sometimes."

Novus did not spend much time thinking before he decided on the white. Not to be vain, but he really did think that he would look best upon that one, what with his alabastor skin, and blonde hair so fine and fair it was almost silver. With his vampiric strength Novus easily groomed and saddled the steed, even though he hadn't really done much of that before. It wasn't long before he mounted the white horse, and sat ready to go whenever Blaine was.

Blaine grinned at Novus. Blaine sat upon this nearly demonic steed with a grace only he could manage. The horse almost became an extension of himself. With a kick, the horse reared up, spun 180 degrees and galloped off towards the main road, leading out of town. ~Hurry up, Novus, you'll miss all this fun!~

Aydrien looked up at Demonic, and wasn't surprised to see him there. He had sensed him...he had just chose not to look up until De decided to show himself. "Yes...?" he asked, the tone of his voice would sound flat and emotionless to any untrained ear. But to someone who knew what to listen for, his tone was upset, maybe angry, and...longing.
Novus laughed and spurred his horse on, almost managing to catch up to Blaine. He rode close behind him, and rode well. The white horse's powerful stride was a direct metaphor for the power and potential that lay buried within the young Diabolizer, the young one's icey blue eyes firey and luminescent in the inky black night.

De just stood there, searching for the right words. It didn't show on his face though. "Have you... learned the error of what would have been your ways?" He hoped he had worded that correctly. He didn't want another fight. He wanted to be here for Aydrien, not off in some far away country. He had finally found Aydrien. Even when he knew where he was, he had still made no effort to go and find him. He felt guilty because of this.
Just as Novus's mount was a perfect metaphor for him, Blaine's horse was as well. The horse took gracious, long strides and was nearly silent, even though it galloped at a high speed. The horse had a look of determination in it's eyes that reigned in Blaine's own firey orbs. And, being as dark as it was, both Blaine and his mount would have nearly vanished into the shadows had it not been for Blaine's blonde hair.
De was at a loss of what to do. He felt stupid sitting there in silence, but he couldn't think of anything to say. His eyes also studied nothing in particular. Oh, how he wanted to rush over and take Aydrien in his arms. But something was holding him back. It took him a moment to finally realize what it was. He was afraid that Aydrien would reject him.
Or worse, Aydrien would attempt to consume him. Even though De was older, Aydrien could be quite stealthy with the process and possibly take Demonic's soul before De even knew what was happening.

But this was not Aydrien's true, current mood. He also didn't know what to do or say. After a few more stretching moments of silence, Aydrien looked up at De, his completely crimson eyes beckoning.

De couldn't resist those eyes. In a figurative heartbeat, he was beside Aydrien, wrapping his arms around him. "Oh, my prince... It's only been hours, but it feels like months....." He was beginning to regret that he had left in the first place. His natural place was right here, beside his Aydrien. He just didn't feel right to be parted with him in any way at all.

Aydrien was silent a few moments more as he also wrapped his arms around Demonic. "...I thought I would never see you again..." he spoke, voice barely above a whisper. He did regret telling De to begone, but at the time it had suited his logic.

De buried his nose in Aydrien's hair and took in a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He pulled back just enough to place a soft kiss on his forehead before looking into his eyes. "I love you Aydrien. That's the only reason why I told you those things. I didn't want to see your life completely ruined by one small thing.... Ok?" He was genuinely concerned for Aydrien's well-being. There was no telling what could have happened to Aydrien if he had used Novus for his own purposes.

The Prince nodded, red eyes gazing into the depths of Demonic's eyes. He didn't need to scan his soul to believe he wasn't lying however. He ran a hand over De's brown hair and kissed him softly on the lips. "I love you too..." he whispered, breath gracing across De's mouth.

De leaned back in for a mouth bruising kiss, knowing Aydrien would be able to withstand his strength. Or at least hoping. De's strength had increased during their time apart. Nonetheless, his arms circled around Aydrien tighter as he kissed him.

Aydrien's strength and power had also increased during Demonic's absence. ~Don't be afraid.....~ Aydrien told him, his mind voice low and sultry. ~You won't hurt me,~ he pointed out as he deepened their kiss some, slender tongue tasting at De's lips, and just inside his mouth.

De moaned and slid the length of his tongue past Aydrien's lips and deep into his mouth. ~Alright then, I won't hold back~ One hand traveled down Aydrien's back and fluttered back up, the touches as light as a feather.

Aydrien couldn't help but chuckle slightly. Demonic's light, teasing touches tickled. Despite their deep kiss Aydrien pulled away, scooting over on his large bed. He grabbed De's hand to pull him on, all the while looking at De through his long golden blonde eyelashes, mischevious.

De growled playfully at him and crawled on top of Aydrien. He then planted another deep kiss on Aydrien's lips. One hand traveled up to Aydrien's chest and pushed away one shoulder of Aydrien's robes. His hand gently stroked Aydrien's chest as he searched for a sensitive nipple. Once found, he began to gently roll it inbetween his thumb and forefinger.

Aydrien purred into their kisses, then moaned softly as Demonic played at his chest. Such soft, loving touches...something they both hadn't felt in a very long time. Aydrien's milky-white skin textured with goosebumps at the anticipation of his and De's foreplay.

De growled softly and pulled his lips away from Aydrien's to nibble at his earlobe and neck. His other hand came up and pushed Aydrien's robes off to bare his shoulders and his chest. His silky white skin... God, De hadn't felt that in ages... Not in lifetimes... His nibbles became more like soft nips at the skin.

His ear was one of Aydrien's more sensitive spots. Demonic's kisses and touches drew pleased shivers from the Prince's lean muscled body. "De....." he whispered, the sound seamlessly shifting into a low moan.

De growled again and shoved at Aydrien's robes. His hands had long since ripped open the front of his own shirt, leaving the buttons useless. De's muscled chest rivaled many. It was flawless and rippled with powerful muscles. De bent lower to tease the nipples of his prince with a skilled tongue.

Aydrien loved giving in to De's power, submitting to his dominance. Demonic was the only man Aydrien had ever submitted to. Aydrien's hands worked to undo the decorative knot that held his robes closed, removing this fustration for De.

De quickly removed Aydrien's robes from his body and pulled his own pants off, all in one quick continuous movement. De continued his minstrations, taking them lower. His tongue dipped into Aydrien's navel as it continued it's path downward.

Aydrien's body was flawless. The perfect body of pampered, protected royalty. His stomach was smooth, with only the faintest hints of underlying abs. His slender back arched to push De's tongue harder against his belly.

De just continued lower to lick at the head of Aydrien's erection. At the moment, he just stayed there teasing the member. Oh, how he loved to bring authority to it's knees...

Aydrien did not beg or rush Demonic, he simply watched his actions through half-lidded eyes, enjoying every moment of this slow dance. His long slender fingers pushes through De's hair, petting him lovingly.

De slowly drew Aydrien into his mouth and sucked softly. He pulled back to lick at his member as though it were candy before taking him back in. De continued this for several minutes, this slow suck, lick, suck torture.

This had Aydrien shuddering and panting in a very short amount of time. There was actually a flush rising to his cheeks as his body temperature rose to something closer to that of a human. His lips were no longer tinted blue, but now a soft pink. Goosebumps flew over his hips and thighs at De's teasing.

De pulled away long enough to wet two fingers with his saliva. He continued his attentions on Aydrien's member and slowly pushed two fingers into Aydrien's entrance. De's temperature remained cold. His body would never heat again, no matter how many times he had sex. Hot baths and showers rarely gave his body heat for longer than five minutes post-water.

Aydrien tightened around De's chill fingers at first, gasping slightly at the feeling. He relaxed after a few moments though, and spread his legs more for Demonic. His back arched a little to push his hips upwards, closer to Demonic, Aydrien wordlessly asking for more.

De complied and pulled away from Aydrien only to crawl over his body, the tip of his member poised at Aydrien's entrance. It had been a long time for them both, no doubt. He wanted to make sure that Aydrien was fine before continuing. Hurting Aydrien was the last thing that he wanted to do.

"Gently, De...."Aydrien spoke, voice purring and sultry. He kept his pulling gaze fixed on Demonic's eyes. It didn't matter if Demonic was older, Aydrien's eyes contained much more of a seductive, hypnotic quality, that came from being an incubus turned vampire: a Diabolizer.

De was gentle, in his own rough way. His touches were silk from hardened leather. He quite slowly pushed his way into Aydrien's opening, making sure to be gentle. It had been a long time for the both of them.

Aydrien cried out some, the sound mixed with pain and rediscovered pleasure. He shuddered as he slowly took Demonic in, his thoughts almost all concentrated on the feeling of the other inside him. The expression on his immortal face was priceless...pale pink lips slightly parted as he panted, crimson eyes half lidded...

De smirked and frenched those slightly parted lips. Once he was fully inside of Aydrien, he paused, letting Aydrien get used to him again. It had been a long time, and he wasn't sure if Aydrien had been with anyone else in their time apart. De hadn't been with anyone. All of his thoughts had always been with Aydrien.

Aydrien adjusted to De's size after a few moments, and purred into their deep kiss as encouragement for Demonic to continue. He pushed his hips upwards some, getting a little friction going between them.

De pulled away for a quick, rough nip at Aydrien's neck before slowly thrusting into the Diabolizer beneath him. The time he was fully inside of Aydrien, he rocked his hips upwards, to create more friction beween them. Not to mention, also trying to find that sweet spot deep inside of the Prince.

That angle Demonic took brought him very close to the Prince's sweet spot, but not quite. "Oh...." Aydrien gasped, tilting his head back some as his back arched his gorgeous body upwards. There was a reason Aydrien never let anyone see his body except for De....he didn't feel like anyone else deserved to see it. "Deeper, De...."

De moaned and lightly bit Aydrien's neck, possibly mistaking the action for an offer. He drew a slight taste of Aydrien's sweet blood into his mouth while pushing in deeper, again, rocking his hips each time he slid in completely. This feeling of being with Aydrien was Heaven on earth to him. It had been so long... Oh so long since he'd been this intimate with him...

Even just that small taste Demonic had gotten for himself packed enough of a power rush that would have made countless others insanely jealous. Many had always sought out the Prince and asked for a taste, even offered wonderous gifts in return. The Prince was very picky on who he let have a taste though, and only a few others in his history as Prince had received the honor.
Aydrien cried out as De's new efforts easily hit his sweet spot deep within himself. He gasped and moaned without restraint ever time it was hit, body arching sharply upwards against De as he rode him.

De moaned his replies. Inwardly, he grinned mischieviously. He was enjoying this on two levels. Aydrien had always been his little prince. But now he was the Prince. To make him moan like that was such music to his ears now. Not that it wasn't before of course.
The slight taste of blood, being as powerful as it was, held little effect on De. He had enough power and didn't desire more. What he did desire, at the current moment anyways, was his release. Both of their's really, but he wanted Aydrien to feel the pleasure he must have been devoid of. De quickened his pace, pounding into the beautiful Diabolizer beneath him.

This only continued for about a minute before Aydrien practically yelled De's name, moaning loudly as his body arched at a sharp angle. His rhythm was erratic as he came, his body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him. His nails dug into Demonic's back from the intensity of it all.

De cried out Aydrien's name, cumming deep inside of him. His mind was blissfully blank for a few seconds before the waves of his orgasm subsided. He slowly lowered himself to lay on top of Aydrien and circle his arms around his love, holding him close. Oh, how he had longed for this feeling for so long.

The Prince held his lover close, pretty much exhausted. Heat radiated from his body from the intense sexual activity, but it faded after only a few minutes. "You make me so warm..." Aydrien told De sleepily, then closed his eyes.

De chuckled lightly and kissed each one of those perfect eyelids. "I'm glad, Aydrien. You make me warm as well... Although... not quite in the same way," he said, a little mysteriously. His body was still ice cold. It was his heart that was warmed. His soul.

"Yes..." Aydrien mumbled sleepily. "As if we were alive again......" he told Demonic before drifting off into a light sleep. The first time he had managed to fall asleep in centuries.

De shifted gently so that the two of them could lay on their sides as they slept. Not long after Aydrien had drifted off to sleep did De follow him, watching the sleeping face of the Diabolizer in his arms.