: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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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.

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Just as true, there would be no hiding that Valerie could be just as possessive, and that would take a very bitchy bent at it's most benign, and absolutely murderous when he was feeling positively threatened. How many people would be offed just for daring to think that they could approach Anton?

Oh, the limits simply did not exist.

The music had finally stopped, there was clapping and the actors taking their bows, and then came the whisper against Anton's ears, soft and sweet. ]

I was never clapping for the actors, I was always clapping for you.

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And Anton would a little too easily endorse the murderous streak, even if he knew full well that Valerian had nothing at all to feel threatened about. All of him was far too obsessed with his Valerie, wanted to disappear straight into the other man's bloodstream.

He only now noticed that sound of applause, the end of the Opera. He'd forgotten all about it, which was telling. There were few things that he loved more in the world than a well performed opera. Apparently Valerian Ostell was one of those precious few things.

His eyes fluttered at that whisper, lips stretching into a smile. "Take me home, Valerie?" To Valerian's home. "I want to see where you live. Do you sleep in a coffin? It might be a tight fit for two, but I'm willing to make it work."

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They could go to all the operas that Anton desired, he did own this box; and there would be times when Cassandra would wish to go with them. It would not negate the fact that Anton could be very toothsome eyecandy but also it would not prevent him from sitting on his lap to enjoy the show.

Well he hoped it wouldn't.

"Oh gods no, I sleep in a four-poster with drapes that fully wrap around the bed, also there are windows that block out the light-- we are civilized here."

He said with a chuckle as he then got up from the chair and reached for his own shirt that had been tugged off in the ensuing 'not keeping hands to oneself' and then threw it on haphazardly. "I will warm you, I get hungry first thing in the mornings." there was a risk that Anton would have to take, it was all apart with being with Valerian Ostell-- vampire.

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Anton had no trouble at all with lap sitting no matter who might be around, and he would be very interested to meet this friend of Valerian's. He wanted to know more about this fascinating, complicated man that he'd lost his heart to, what his Valerie had become since their teenage days.

"Mm... that sounds much nicer than a coffin. Very high class creature of the night." Anton sat perched on the edge of the sofa, glancing around in a vaguely disinterested search for his clothes. Re-dressing was vaguely annoying, when he would have been exceptionally happy to stay naked and draped all over Valerian for the rest of the evening. But alas they were in public.

A laugh bubbled out of him at that warning, which clearly he was taking as the dire threat that it was. "I'm sure I can arrange breakfast in bed for you, Valerie." In that he was breakfast, and he would be making himself very at home in Valerian's bed.

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No self-preservation skills, his Anton had-- but that was alright, Valerian would protect him from anything-- would burn the world down if it meant Anton would survive because his love had turned into something ravenous like a beast; had matured and aged like fine wine.

"Get dressed, Kitten. Though only haphazardly, I do want the world to see the mess that I have made of you." Though to be fair, Valerian was not getting fully dressed either with his shirt slightly unbuttoned at the top and his jacket draped casually over his shoulders.

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A grand total of zero, it was true. Valerian would have his work cut out for him with this one and his thorough lack of self-preservation. It was something of a miracle that he'd made it this far without doing something lethally unwise.

His lips started to purse into a pout at being told to dress. Yes, yes. He knew he had to. The pout seemed to lose some of its weight as Val continued, amusement sparking in dark eyes. Oh? Val wanted it known that they'd enjoyed the show in ways that were not contemplated by Puccini? Anton did like the sound of that.

He stood, taking his time in doing as he was told, arms reaching over his head in a slow, luxurious stretch before he picked up his pants to pull them on before finding where his shirt had wound up flung, slipping his arms into it and not bothering to button it at all.

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His Anton was so effortlessly sexual, it dripped from every pore of his body and it inspired such uninhibited longing in him-- there was appreciation alight in his grey eyes even as he moved closer and then wrapped his arm around that waist, pulling the other man close while his other hand moved to tug his cellphone out of his pocket.

And then he was dialing up his driver to have the car brought around directly to the front. "I am used to getting what I want, kitten." he murmured before he was back to talking with the driver, it only was a momentarily lull while he drew the curtain off to the side. The sound of people were flooding out into the hallways, though the stairs leading from the opera box was decidedly clear, and that was because his entrance was private.

It was very hard not to grab at Anton's ass, especially since it was there and had been thoroughly plundered by him.

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Anton was far too happy to be pulled close, to mold himself up against Valerian's side, his arm sliding around the vampire in turn. Clever, elegant fingers invited themselves straight into the back pocket of Valerian's trousers. Anton would never find out if it would be hard to resist grabbing Val's ass, because he didn't try to resist for even a moment.

"Oh?" A soft murmur of interest at that, even as he decided he would cause problems on purpose, and leaned in to start kissing and nibbling along Valerian's neck and jawline while the other man was trying to have a phone conversation.

"And what is it you want now, my Valerie?"

He mused curiously, voice halfway into a singsong.

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His kitten had the most cunningly sharp claws, he had proven it time and again though just as life had made Valerian exactly what he was now, it had also made Anton even more distracting. Fuck but Val did not even know how most people get through their lives without being absolutely enchanted by the other man.

Perhaps the trick was that they did not-- that it was impossible to forget Anton and he had left far more pining bodies dead by the wayside then he probably even realized.

He had no problem with Anton making himself a playful nuisance, and perhaps he kept his ear to the phone far longer then the driver being physically on the phone, just to see the other man try to grab his attention. There too was something intoxicating about that. "I will forever be in a state of wanting you, my Pet." he said as they started to move down the steps with him being the guiding factor-- into the throng of well dressed immaculate people, the two of them rather touseled-- indeed like they had been rather violently fucking but moments prior.

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That was exactly the right answer clearly, if the way that Anton smiled with a sound that was somewhere between a hum and a purr. Good. There was no desire in the world that Anton could think of than for Valerian to want him. That had, after all, been why he'd reacted so dramatically to the way their tryst in the sacristy had turned out, when he'd been so certain that he meant nothing to the other man after all.

He'd never been happier to be proven wrong.

"Good." Oh whoops he said it out loud. Oh well. "You have me. All of me." Head to toe, heart to soul.

Anton may have been a mess with his hair mussed, face still flushed, bite-marked and disheveled and maybe wobbling a little on legs that were shaky from how exquisitely and thoroughly he'd been fucked. It was probably obvious to anyone who saw them what they'd been up to. The musician seemed to be reveling in this fact. Anyone who stared too long was met by the most brilliant smile that Anton could summon -- which was saying something -- and him leaning further into Valerian, settling his hand against the center of the other man's chest. His.