Into Oblivion
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Original - Misc › -Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
3,568
Reviews:
27
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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The boy cried out as Val's fangs slipped effortlessly into his throat, hot metallic sweetness flooding his mouth, and golden starts burst across his mind.
A mage.
No… there were no mages anymore, save the elders. No new mages born. Hadn't been for a thousand years…
But his blood tasted golden. Val moaned softly at that flavor, sweet and thick and singing with power. The heady rush of pleasure that came with his blood wasn’t hard to share, and Val put power into this deepest of kisses, put pleasure into it in a way he seldom bothered with. More than the quick fuck of an average vampyric kiss. The boy became a series of short, sobbing moans, ecstasy and desperation combined.
Val was sorely tempted to drink until the heady rush of his pulse slowed and quieted, but…no, no, he couldn't drain a mage. Couldn't let this mystery die. Damn it all, he’d just wanted a meal. He shouldn’t have indulged in… niceties. Shouldn't have touched him, kissed him, slowed himself and drawn it out and given himself the chance to savor and realize and stop.
But he had, and now here he was sprawled like a fallen angel on the back seat of Val's car, waxen-pale and breathing shallowly. Soaked to the bone and half frozen. Strands of scruffy blonde hair plastered to his face with the rain. Unconditionally beautiful.
He’d have to bring the boy home with him now and do so without arousing suspicion. This tasty little mage wouldn't last long once others got scent of him. He had to tie this boy to himself, and quickly, before the Hexenhammer got so much as a whiff. Impossible that he should exist, that his blood should taste so exquisite. That Val should find him here among the city's trash, on the communal feeding ground where casual murder was overlooked. Damned lucky.
So long as he just drove…who would question it? Others of the 'bloodthirsty and damned' set in the area had their favorite snacks, why shouldn't he? The thought of having this boy easily at hand, having him in his home, having access to that sweet golden blood at any time…Val was purring.
And then of course there was the more traditional function of street whores…
In any case he'd have to get him home quickly; get him warm again and get a meal into him as soon as possible. Val had intended to kill him, but that was certainly out of the question now. It was more than his being a mage.
Val eased him upward and fastened his seatbelt – safety first, after all – before sliding back to the driver's seat and heading homeward. His evening had just become infinitely more interesting.
A mage.
No… there were no mages anymore, save the elders. No new mages born. Hadn't been for a thousand years…
But his blood tasted golden. Val moaned softly at that flavor, sweet and thick and singing with power. The heady rush of pleasure that came with his blood wasn’t hard to share, and Val put power into this deepest of kisses, put pleasure into it in a way he seldom bothered with. More than the quick fuck of an average vampyric kiss. The boy became a series of short, sobbing moans, ecstasy and desperation combined.
Val was sorely tempted to drink until the heady rush of his pulse slowed and quieted, but…no, no, he couldn't drain a mage. Couldn't let this mystery die. Damn it all, he’d just wanted a meal. He shouldn’t have indulged in… niceties. Shouldn't have touched him, kissed him, slowed himself and drawn it out and given himself the chance to savor and realize and stop.
But he had, and now here he was sprawled like a fallen angel on the back seat of Val's car, waxen-pale and breathing shallowly. Soaked to the bone and half frozen. Strands of scruffy blonde hair plastered to his face with the rain. Unconditionally beautiful.
He’d have to bring the boy home with him now and do so without arousing suspicion. This tasty little mage wouldn't last long once others got scent of him. He had to tie this boy to himself, and quickly, before the Hexenhammer got so much as a whiff. Impossible that he should exist, that his blood should taste so exquisite. That Val should find him here among the city's trash, on the communal feeding ground where casual murder was overlooked. Damned lucky.
So long as he just drove…who would question it? Others of the 'bloodthirsty and damned' set in the area had their favorite snacks, why shouldn't he? The thought of having this boy easily at hand, having him in his home, having access to that sweet golden blood at any time…Val was purring.
And then of course there was the more traditional function of street whores…
In any case he'd have to get him home quickly; get him warm again and get a meal into him as soon as possible. Val had intended to kill him, but that was certainly out of the question now. It was more than his being a mage.
Val eased him upward and fastened his seatbelt – safety first, after all – before sliding back to the driver's seat and heading homeward. His evening had just become infinitely more interesting.