: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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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.

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Oh yes, he liked this-- the way that Anton plastered himself up against him like he was melting into him. His arm was possessive, his smile confident as they headed into the crowd of people. A few photographs were snapped which was well and good, he was no stranger to the Society Pages of either the New York Times or the Boston Globe but truth be told that Anton would find himself there as well come the papers in the morning.

Though this one would perhaps adhere more toward scandal, which-- to Valerian's own way of thinking, he did not mind whatsoever. His reputation was flawless and it would hold up, and because Anton's was soon to be attached to his name? By default. There would be inquiries all through the evening into the early hours of the morning about who the man on Mr. Ostell's arm had been.

Though it would be painted as who the new man had been, alluding to the fact that there had been others before Anton, absolute stress on the new in true Gossip Girl fashion. But Anton was clever and he was vicious, Valerian did not doubt that at all.

"No questions answered at this time." he said this simply as one of the photographers tried to get him to answer an inquiry onto 'who the man on his arm was'; let them speculate and do their own digging-- prizes like this should not be just thrown to the media like this. "Come darling." he whispered to Anton before sweeping him through the throngs of people and out the door, toward a sleek black car that awaited.

The door opened the moment their feet hit the red carpet.

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Anton was not a stranger to camera flashes. He had on more than one occasion been a featured soloist with his violin, after all, and was decently well known for an orchestra player. So he did not flinch at any of the attention, instead seeming to blossom further with it, because why wouldn't he want to be seen on Valerian's arm? Let everyone see it and understand that Mr. Valerian Ostell had found himself a lover.

Anton would absolutely, however, pitch a small fit about new man when he saw that caption attached to their photo. Whoever may have been the old man would have to be informed just how old they were, in perhaps very dramatic fashion. But he would burn that bridge when he got to it.

For now, he was happy to linger in the circle of Valerian's arm as they made their way out, to smile like a cat who got the cream for all the cameras. The smile turned mischievous as he heard that whisper. "Mm... I've already come twice. I'm only human, Valerie. I'll need at least an hour and maybe a snack first."

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That would be a bridge that Valerian would cross when he came to it, though he was completely charmed by Anton and could not imagine a world in which he did not have Anton in his life now that he was there ensconsced-- until now he knew how much he wanted him, and unfortunately Anton could not even begin to imagine for Valerian's emotions were an iceberg underneath which there was quite a bit.

"Oh, I promise you that I will give you recoup time; as for food-- you shall have whatever you wish though we shall have to order in." since he had been too single-minded and had not stocked the refrigerator with anything save a few 'juicepacks' so to speak.

"But there will be a third time before the dawn rises."

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Ordering in was fine by Anton. It meant more time alone with Valerian, and that as all that he really wanted right now. He was a greedy thing when it came to the other man, it would seem. Another laugh, light and airy and delighted, at that last statement. "I can't tell if that's a threat or a promise, darling, but I'm quite happy for it to be either."

Spoiled, clearly, by his lover and those talented hands and mouth and cock.

He would slide into the waiting car, waiting for Val to join him so he could drape his legs over the vampire. Physical touch was apparently one of Anton's love languages, and he was feeling very chatty in it tonight.

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It was a simple matter really, and gods did Val love that particular love language. He had nearly sighed every time he had felt Anton's arms wrap around him from behind and draw him into a secret niche, or the playful touches when they were in public though he had never attributed them to a strong preference, more that it was Anton's very core nature to touch.

Never noticed that Anton seemed to reach for him whereas all the others were the ones reaching out.

But as he settled himself in, he placed a hand very possessively against Anton's knee, the other hand moved to pluck up a palm and he kissed the back of it just at the pulse, once again proving that he could destroy the other man, but he choose not to-- and perhaps that was because he was a think to be adored and treasured.

"Take us back home." he spoke into the little speaker system, the driver then set off and they were on their way. "Now, is there anything else you particularly want my kitten? Anything I may do to please you?"

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As far as Anton was concerned, he now had full permission for physical touch in public now, so he certainly would be taking advantage of that new state of things. Neither one of them had spoken of love yet, but Anton knew that he was deeply, obsessively and irrevocably in love with Valerian. It may not be a wholesome or healthy sort of love, but it was strong.

He watched as his hand was taken, as those lips kissed so sweetly and gently against his wrist -- sweet and gentle but with that unspoken reminder that he was cuddled up to a predator for whom he was the ideal prey. It only made him smile, fixing Val with a gaze that was entirely bedroom eyes even in the back of the car.

"I'm feeling very pleased already right now." He leaned in, closer and closer, catching Valerian's lips with his own.

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As was Valerian, especially when Anton cuddled close to him just like so-- draping against him as if it was his right to be there. Anton had given him a specific taste and there was no one who could compare though there would likely be surges and flares of jealousy-- well that was to be expected. His hand moved against the back of the seat of the car and then their lips collided once again with his mouth a hot steady swirl of tongue as it caressed the crease of Anton's mouth though he was not turned off by the thought of Anton storming the castle to seize his own tongue and to plunder accordingly.

He knew how Anton could be, the Queen who wanted to stake a marked claim.

It was true though that Anton could drape upon him to his heart's content, make himself like honey and drizzle all over Valerian Ostell, and he would enjoy every single moment of it. "I want to make it my goal to please you, Kitten." he said breathlessly, in between breaths of air though for Anton's own good, not his own.

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Anton was not the type to be shy about staking his territory in any fashion -- stage, spotlight, and now Valerian. He'd make it very clear that Valerian Ostell was his, and that he belonged fully to the other man. Jealousy would inevitably rear its ugly head, and it might be quite dramatic, but that bridge when they crossed it.

For now, well, for now Anton was feeling incredibly content to kiss Val like he was going to be the one to devour the other man than rather than the other way around. He moaned a low, pleased sound as he let his tongue slip slow and deliberate along Valerian's, fingers finding their way into Val's hair, tangling tightly. If they weren't in a moving car he'd be straddling his lap again, and honestly that reasoning might not last that much longer.

He was indeed quite breathless and appreciated those little breaks for breath. "Your goal, mm? You always have been a high achiever," he teased but it was entirely true, wasn't it? From what Anton could remember, nothing really stood between Valerian and what he wanted. "Do I get to please you too, Daddy?"

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In all honesty? Valerian would look forward to the dramatics when they came, he did enjoy quite a bit of it when it came down to it, a healthy appreciation when all was said and done-- placed there by him watching Anton's performances skillful as they were. Perhaps it would amuse him just a little bit to watch Anton be the one to get jealous though he would be very quick to soothe after the initial flare-up.

His own curls, those hues that did not know whether to be blonde, brown or ginger underneath the lights, and rather took various hues; chameleon hair-- it was soft to the touch, and infinitely pliant to Anton's fingertips.

"Do you not think you don't please me already, Pet?" He murmured as he leaned back against the seat, lips parted and with the barest tips of teeth lightly touching lower lips, a sensual glimmer of predatory charm. "I cam assure you, you very much do." he knew what Anton meant, but he was perhaps playing a little coy, just to see Anton pounce.