:Saintsmourn - Valerian & Anton :

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Valerian Ostell's life was fairly busy all things considered.

It was filled with meetings upon meetings, midnight brunches and forays with his best friend Cassandra into the Boston social scene, the world passed by in a whirl for him; was it how he expected his life to have gone? In some situations yes, he had expected he would always go to Harvard Business School, he had always expected he would take over the family business-- that he would take a wife for appearances, and a lover to his own preferences.

What he had not expected was being turned into a vampire at the age of 26, poised forever on the edge.

So some of those things came true, others did not. They were never mutually exclusive, he supposed.

Upon the death of his mother and father, some horrific accident that had been spread throughout the papers (it did not affect him, he had not been to terribly attached to them in the first place. They were largely neglectful as he did not require constant supervision to do what he needed to do, and that was get top grades and make it so his reputation was beyond reproach. No scandal in high school and none whatsoever in college, he was without blemish-- if a bit ruthless.

Ruthlessness was not necessarily a fault when it came to being rich, it was just part of the landscape.

Being a vampire and being a rich boy seemed like a fairly good combination, he knew how to invest his money to watch it grow throughout the adges; he'd cut his teeth on the Dow Jones and had a Swiss Bank account for as long as he could remember. He approached all of his with a calm efficiency that was in keeping with his core personality. Boston was his home turf but there was a part of him that called to Saintsmourn, it was perhaps memories-- he was still human enough where there was that lingering shadow of sentimentality within him.

It did not help that he sat on the Board of Directors for the Prepratory School and University, as his father had before him-- an inherited piece of baggage; ironic due to his vampiric nature though he could walk in churches as he had never been completely catholic in nature-- only catholic insofar as much as it figured that he would turn out gay in a all boy's school.

That was an exceedingly catholic thing to do.

He did enjoy the arts, for all of his practicalities. He had season tickets to the Met, to Broadway, he usually took off for New York Fashion week to cavort with Cassandra, and he sank down money into patronizing the arts in whatever form or fashion it took. If his eyes lingered a bit to long on a certain violinist in the Broadway orchestra, he made no true indication of his preference.

But it was true that Saintsmourn had one of the best choirs in Massachusetts, and he found himself drawn to them. Even as he sat there on the balcony watching the performance, he remembered one who had sung the most enchanting of all of the choir members, who would sneak out to play his violin in the empty gardens at midnight-- perhaps that had truly instilled the love of music within him, of all things beautiful in a world dominated by numbers and analytics.

Underneath his Dior shades, his eyes were closed as if he was feeling the music. His fingers tapping against the armrest lightly-- it was a spot that was reserved specifically for him, a little pocket which was a kickback to the board of directors but which only he untilized for attending a simple choir recital. Most thought it beneath them, but he did not.

But he would never willingly admit that he took time out of his schedule; no-- he was merely in the area.

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There was nothing peaceable about this... whatever it was. Relationship seemed like too banal a word for what existed between them. There were a conflagration that would indeed burn them up, them and anyone that was stupid enough to try to get too close, to try to come between them.

Anton watched in fascination, breath held, eyes gone darker than usual -- something between curiosity and lust as Valerian's lips and tongue played along his wrist. He liked that, the attention, the way that Val touched him like a treasured thing, meant to be treated as something precious.

And then those teeth. Anton's breath caught, a near silent hitch at the sight. There was no pain, not really, the sharp sting of teeth was quickly swept away by a surprising flash flood of pleasure. "O...oh." And Valerian was groaning in such a sweet song for him. His Valerie. His Vampire, apparently, who was drinking his blood like it was ambrosia, and addiction that only Anton could sate for him in this moment. A dangerous flicker of a thought that he would watch Valerian drink every last drop of his life from his veins and never even consider stopping him.

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Teeth slipped out, but so that Valerian could feast on the trickle of ambrosia that rivuleted out of the miniscule puncture wounds, tongue wet and growing warm-- the fact that Anton was causing him to grow warm. Perhaps warmer than regular blood because it was special blood, it was blood that was edged in a hint of the supernatural itself.

No, relationship was a word that had no place in what this was.

It was far stronger than mere mortal words could attribute to it, even words like 'mates' or 'lovers' were not quite this close. When he drew his mouth away, it was stained crimson with Anton's blood, and he was licking his lips, his teeth of the sweetest nectar. He had not taken much but it felt like more than if he drained a human dry, that same energy.

A kiss was pressed to that wrist, another lick to help ease the wound. It had only lasted a few moments but he was adept enough to stop. Though he had clocked the darkening eyes and the hitched breath.. the very thought that Anton was turned-on by it made him feel rather powerful. He reached between them then so that he could close his fingers around arousal. "It appears my kitten liked that?"

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Anton could feel that new warmth, and that was intriguing too. Was it his blood bringing that warmth and flush to his Valerie's skin? He liked that idea very much, feeling quite pleased with himself all over again, and still breathless from the ecstasy that the act of feeding seemed to visit upon him as well.

He lifted his fingers to brush against those blood-reddened lips, catching a small drop of his own blood that had gotten away from Valerian, pressing that now bloodied fingertip to the other man's lower lip, smearing it there thoughtfully. "Hmm..."

And then Valerian's hand was around his prick -- which was indeed stirring to life after the feeling of Val's teeth in him, in watching the way the vampire had drank down his blood. He choked softly on a sound that recovered into a whimper. He bit at his own lower lip and nodded. "I liked it so much, Daddy."

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The bitten lower lip, the way that Anton responded to him.

He nearly surged with a renewed sort of pleasure, and with one arm wrapped around Anton's waist he started to stroke him again, pressing his lips to neck and wanting to coax out more of those sweet whimpers from him. A soft trail of kisses while he felt the stirring-- he was gentle and thorough, he was already hazy with pleasure from having had another taste of Anton, and because he was happy well it was time that he pleased his kitten quite a bit.

"You have been very very good for me.. the bratting from earlier in the evening? Well I deserved that but right now.. you are being quite the angel." then his lips sought Anton's, and the other man could taste bloodied copper, and something else, something that for Val tasted like the most concentrated of drugs.

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Oh Valerian would certainly earn more whimpers, soft moans that Anton couldn't have kept in even if he were inclined to try. He was, however, not even remotely inclined to quiet. Not when that hand was on his arousal and those lips on his skin. He turned to rub his cheek against Valerian's hair.

His eyes were mostly shut, barely a sliver of chestnut visible beneath lowered lashes as he basked in the feeling of it, the slowly building pleasure.

"I'm always an angel, Valerie," Anton lied directly to the other man's lips before melting into kissing him back. He could taste that tinge of metal of his blood on those lips, and it sent an excited little shiver through him. "Well..." he drew back to add, laughter in his voice, "Maybe not always."

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"You are an angel..."

An angel of sin and desire. Very softly he cupped the back of Anton's neck, feeling the hair tangle within the tips of his fingers, hair that he had pulled against and had heard the sweet bliss, his other hand was attending in languid strokes to each inch of ridged flesh, deep and slow. "I prefer my angels a little bit bad perhaps? I would be bored otherwise."

There, the truth was out.

Valerian's preference was when his Angel was a little bit bad, he found it rather attractive in him.

He would spoil Anton and make him worse, undoubtedly.

"Never have you bored me, in fact if we had been roommates in high school.. I doubt I would have had the time to study with how much I would've been distracted by you."

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"We can't have you bored, darling. That won't do at all." Anton was trying to sound haughty, trying for smug, but that was a difficult task when Valerian was stroking his cock and driving him very slowly wild. Playful as the words were, Anton did believe that Valerian was one of the few people who ever really saw him, the good and the bad in him. Maybe that was a part of what had drawn him to Valerian, who had never been blinded by the charisma that radiated off him.

His hips rolled towards that touch even as he leaned closer, lips tracing along Valerian's jaw, down to his neck where he decided to bite. Turnabout was fair play, and it was a kittenish scrape of his teeth, nowhere near hard enough to break the skin.

"You were already on my mind near constantly... it was never an accident we ran into one another." Their little happenstance trysts all over campus.

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A gasp, no one had ever dared bite him, Valerian Ostell, in a very long time. And yet here was Anton doing just that and with absolute impunity, as if he had ever right to do so. He squeezed that arousal and let out the barest hint of a growl which could he felt right against Anton's mouth. "I suppose we will call this exhibit A of how very naughty you are."

Stalking? Had Anton being stalking him around campus, well that was a new development. He had always thought it luck that Anton managed to come in at the exact right time to the library when he happened to be studying, or on the way to his physics class when he passed by the music room which was usually empty at the time. His breathing came hard at that, enough that he was letting out a very soft 'fuck' underneath his breath.

It was not enough, it would never be enough.

He had not bothered to put himself away, he was already shifting so that he could grasp those hips, and then with Anton still on his lap, he pulled him down upon his prick-- and well, that hole was already deliciously pliant, and he slipped in without any sort of struggle. And then his hand went right around that cock again, to resume where those touches left off. "Was my kitten hunting me?"

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Of course he had every right to do so, so far as he was concerned. He'd let Valerian stake his claim on him completely, but the other man was his as well, and Anton would ruin anyone who thought they could take his Valerie away from him. He smiled right against the vampire's neck at being called naughty. No apologies would be forthcoming for it either.

And yes, he'd stalked him just a little bit. More than a little bit. He'd been deliberate about it too, about making it seem coincidental, some happy accident that their paths crossed as often as they had. He'd been quietly obsessed and in love with Valerian in those days.

He still was.

Anton barely registered the feeling of those hands gripping his hips before he found himself oh so perfectly impaled on Valerian's length again. His voice rose in a startled but blissful cry as he rolled his ass down as if to make sure that Val was fully hilted inside him. "Mm... maybe a little. You've always been a thrilling chase."

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A free hand moved to wrap around Anton's neck, cradling it with his slender and well-manicured fingers, giving it a very light squeeze. "I am not running now, does that make it less thrilling for you?" he crooned softly as he looked into those eyes, into the way that the chestnut melted into the mysteries of the woods, though light flecked through them.. little motes that prevented those eyes from blowing wide completely.

"Perhaps I am remiss in giving you exactly what you want? Especially if my Pet wants to play-- though be advised that I am a hunter as well--" another reminder that he had changed, that he was different. Yet that core of him still remained the same, though Valerian would only admit that to perhaps one other and that was the man perched on his cock grinding against him into near oblivion. "I have been quietly hunting you without you knowing it, so turnabout I suppose."

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Oh. Here was another glaringly obvious display of Anton's lack of self preservation. Valerian's hand wrapped around his neck, and he only lifted his chin to make it easier, more than aware that the vampire could choke the life from him or snap his neck with no real effort, and all Anton could seem to do was swallow back another trembling moan. More questions about himself that he probably ought to spend some time considering but absolutely one-hundred percent would not. So instead he smiled. "Mm... I don't know. Having you is thrilling too. And much more..." A pause to let the thought trail off as he deliberately tightened himself around Valerian, finding a deliberately slow rhythm of rolling against him.

He could see -- and feel -- the changes in the other man, of course, and they were intriguing. But this was still the Valerian who had first caught his attention, just tempered and honed by the fire of his transformation from something sharp and biting to something thrillingly dangerous, lethal. It was a very good look on the other man. "I do like to play..." He admitted. And he liked being hunted, as it turned out, when that hunter was his Valerie.

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It was hard not to hiss in arousal when every part of himself was in that completely unrelenting state, and Anton was turned on it-- he could feel it in the thudding of that heart, thundering against his chest, in the rolling hips and the way that the other man arched into his slightly constricting hand.

"I will never grow tired of this.." he murmured aaginst that earlobe and then he teased his teeth against it while he was pushing upward with that roll of his hips. He was not as unrelenting as he was when he was on top but he found he enjoyed it when Anton worked himself like this while he teased him in other ways.

Such as his thumb stroking the point at which is teeth had dug in, the memory of the feasting. "Will you let me take you home with me tonight, my beautiful Angel?" they could stop and Anton could get whatever he wanted however Anton would have to resolve himself to being the most spoiled lover in the world.

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Anton's eyes fluttered at those blissfully perfect words spoken so close to his war, so that he could feel them just as much as he heard them. Fuck he wanted that to be true, that Valerian would not grow bored of him. Anton knew himself well enough to understand that his obsession with the other man ran deep, down to the core of him, like a spring from a bottomless aquifer, a well that would never run dry. How tragic it would be if he were alone in that obsession.

He set a hand against Valerian's chest, flat against where his heart would beat if it still was in the practice of doing so. He fell into a rhythm of rising and falling in the other man's lap, impaling himself on his length again and again, hips rolling so that he was fucking his own prick into Valerian's grip.

Letting his head fall to the side, he moaned, Valerian's name this time, no secret at all to anyone who overheard what they were doing in here. But his lover had asked him a question, hadn't he? "I will let you take me anywhere you like... even if poor Martin will have to see himself home alone." Mark. His name was Mark. Oh well.

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Anton was sweet while he was taking his own pleasure, and Valerian did not even have to move-- but he did, just subtly, he loved to see the way that Anton was so very unrestrained about his pleasure.. so uninhibited. He'd enjoyed it back in Saintsmourn too.. the way that the other man took joy in the mere act of sex, of pleasure; how his confident and smirking smile that had made him weak, not wanting to ever let go but knowing that he had to.

But he was a bit more selfish now.

Far more selfish. His palm tightened around that cock to give more friction while he looked lazily up into those heavy-lidded eyes, the way they slitted. "I need you more than he does." he murmured this against jawline, giving a soft groan as he was clenched around, could feel the grip. "We match in a way that he never could with you."

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Anton had always enjoyed sex, generally, but it had always been something somehow more about it when it was with Valerian, as if there was a connection on some level beyond physical that he couldn't quite put a name to, couldn't entirely comprehend it, only knew it was there. It was still there, had grown even stronger over the years that had intervened between them.

Another whimper of pleasure as he quickened his pace, riding Valerian's cock with a growing desperation, the pleasure building with each roll of his hips. "He's nothing to me. He was a distraction from my hurt feelings when I thought I meant nothing to you." Well that was an admission he hadn't expected to make, but it was a night for honesty between the two of them.

"Ah... I was meant for you, My Valerie." For him and for no one else.

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Perhaps Valerian had meant to let the audience hear Anton a second time, but a shot of possession went through him, so absolute. He did not want anyone to hear him, not for the rest of tonight and so as Anton rode him, taking his pleasure in the most obscene way.. Val's mouth sought out Anton's where he sank his tongue into that warm wet mouth, where he silenced all ensuing words with the hunger of his seeking near fucking tongue.

It was primal, as if he was devouring the musician, obsessive in a way that perfectly matched him.

But also this kiss would leave no doubt as to how much Valerian wanted the other man and it was such a singleminded focus, it grabbed a hold of him and would not let go, not until Anton shattered around his cock and all the vampire would be able to feel was the hungry hole tensing around him.

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It was an all consuming kiss, and Anton was all too eager to surrender to it, to give Valerian whatever it was he wished to take. He'd meant those words. He was meant for his Valerie, and they'd finally collided again. This was where they both belonged, all their violent desires and vicious delights, their mutual obsessions .

The sounds he made were swallowed by that kiss now, the overwhelmed whimper as that kiss stole all the breath from his lungs, mad him feel wanted in a way he'd never felt before, in a way he was already finding himself addicted to. His movements in Valerian's lap were growing near frantic, chasing the building pleasure, rolling his hips hard to find that angle that had the vampire's dick slamming against that spot inside him again and again.

His movements stuttered, body drawing tight like the string of a violin, played and sending its note out into the air as he came hard, making a mess of both of them once again, his hole clamping down around the cock buried inside him.

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Goal achieved, he had coaxed another climax out of his beautiful Anton-- he could taste the pleasure, the musical notes coming out of those lips; but this time those sounds were only for his ears. The first time was for free, the second time the music that came out of Anton was only his, the siren's song tasted like candied music notes that melted on his tongue.

He was made a mess of but that was quite alright, they could clean each other up before they exited the box, making a rather fashionable late exit-- by that time Martin would've found his way back wherever he went. To Valerian's estimation, he was lucky that he was making it out with his life-- any previous dalliances of Anton's would not be so fortunate.

Finally he dragged his mouth away so that Anton could breath, and with his head leaned back and watching those entrancing dark chocolate caramel eyes. "Just as insatiable as ever." he said, perhaps he was smug and likewise happy that he was being given such a boon.

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Anton had been, quite effectively, fucked straight out of his mind. He was worn out in the most exquisite way that he could imagine, having trouble stringing together one thought into the next as he slowly came down from the heights of his pleasure.

Panting softly, he did not bother moving -- seeing no reason to let Valerian's prick slip free just yet either. There was a trembling still intermittently running through him, and he knew for a fact that his legs would shake when he tried to stand. He was sure Valerian's ego would love that too, especially with how smug his lover sounded right now.

"Mm... I'd tell you not to sound so smug, but... you deserve to feel as smug as you possibly can." He smiled, fingers brushing back some of Valerian's hair. "That... all of this... was amazing. You're allowed to preen over it, I suppose." He tipped forward to tuck himself up against the other man's chest, pressing his face into the juncture of neck and shoulder. "Hold me? Just a little while?"

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Anyone else could've told him to not be so smug, and he would've had quite the response and most of it would've been salty-- but there was Anton and he did not have the heart nor the inclination to provide a tart response to the other man, his beautiful man who was cuddled up in his arms quite disarmingly.

They were both predators though what differed was if they had been born to it or not. Val had come into it, but with Anton it was inherent, destined to do great things with his music.. but at the inevitable ruination.

And it wasn't a death but a futility that no one would ever possess him. His fingers slipped through locks of hair, his lips brushed against cheek. "Since you asked very nicely." he said as he tightened the arm around Anton and focused on the hypnotic beat of that heart. There was the taste of the other man still on his lips and he knew that he wanted more but he knew he had to save some for later.. as a treat. The music had reached it's apex, thundering and storming around them in a musical daze, but nothing could ever be as passionate as this vibrant soul held within his arms.

"You should be prepared to be thoroughly spoiled, my Pet."

No, the could never have formed something like this if they had allowed themselves to come together in a relationship when they had been schoolboys; that would've been too tepid-- only intense yearning could've dictated this trajectory, would've been fitting or suitable.

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"I've been preparing to be spoiled my whole life," Anton informed him with a voice that threatened laughter with each spoken syllable. He did not uncurl himself from where he was tucked up close to Valerian's body, the other man not quite so ice cold as earlier even if he was not precisely warm. But that was fine, the fire in Anton would have to burn hot enough for the two of them, tempestuous thing that he was.

He brushed his lips against the skin his face was pressed to, eyes half shut. "But I'll make it worth it for you, my darling Valerie." He'd spoil Valerian in his own way, with sex and song, as that seemed to be what Anton trafficked in most fluently. In his defense, the siren blood that ran through him did lend itself to both those particular callings.

Where they'd ended up, it really was a culmination of years of yearning, of becoming what they were until this moment finally came for them.

Siri, play Taylor Swift's "Blank Space"

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"I cannot think of anyone who deserves to be spoiled more than you." he murmured rather ardently as he gave no inclination that he would let Anton go, in fact he rather liked the feeling of him there straddling him like so. "Even if you are a brat." he said this with a twinkle to his eyes, perhaps conveying that he did not mind that so much.

"Get you a pretty necklace with "Princess" spelled out in rubies." he said as he hooked his fingertips just against Anton's necklace, lightly looping it around his index finger and giving it a very light but highly indulgent tug. "Maybe Daddy's Little Princess would be more fitting when all is said and done?"

Because yes, Anton opened up that can of worms-- and Valerian was not in the mood to close it back up.

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Anton wrinkled his nose at being called a brat again. It was true, and he knew it was true, and he was not inclined to change his ways (especially since Valerian seemed fond of him and his bratty tendencies), but he still would fuss about it for show. "If I'm a brat, whose fault is that?"

His own. It was his own fault. But Anton was going to ignore that truth entirely. Clearly the one to blame was Valerian for rewarding him for his bratty behavior. Yup.

He could feel the start of a flush at the reminder that he had indeed opened up that can of worms and effectively confessed this particular kink in spectacularly obvious fashion. And even now as Valerian tugged at his necklace and called him Daddy's Little Princess he couldn't help squirming where he sat. "Mm... I do like rubies..." he admitted, fingertips tracing down Valerian's shoulder, down his chest. "And being Daddy's favorite princess."

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Valerian wisely stayed quiet on that though a smile curved over his lips, giving the other man a pat on the flank, the warmth and the flush of blood biding rise to the surface with each touch. A kink had been unlocked and he knew that he would have to manipulate it, he would too.

A kiss pressed to that jawline, cool but also highly sensual as it slid downward, just a little nibble to remind the other man of what he could do with his teeth. You know, since the other man was into it.

"I will drape you in rubies and diamonds.. as well as expensive european fashions." he was just sweetening the pot, wasn't he?

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Anton let his head fall to the side to bare his neck to those lips and yes those teeth. He was oh so very aware of that reminder, because he was into it. Valerian had confessed himself as a creature of the night, a very literal man-eating predator and Anton had decided that was exactly the sort of danger he could be into, if it was his Valerie.

"That sounds perfect..." Anton agreed. The pot was exceptionally sweet, yes, all honey and promises, and Anton did not see any need to try to resist. "And I will drape you in me, so no one has any doubt about who you belong to."

At least he was honest about his possessiveness.