: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 more seductive than Anton when he was hellbent on something.

He'd seen it many a times, that focus. There had been this person who'd been First Chair, and Anton had found a way to usurp it through both talent as well as a healthy amount of manipulation tactics, it had been very compelling to watch; and he'd watched it from the sidelines at Saintsmourn; but now the intent of that focus and it had his breath hitching (even though logistically he had none). Therefore he wrapped his arm around that waist and considered the other man.

"Then I suppose you shall have to exceed my expectations then, Darling." he murmured this with a smirk-- the light doing iridescent things to his grey eyes while his fingertips strode lightly up and down that clothed back. "I would never want to take my Kitten's enjoyment away from him."

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Yeah no fuck it moving car or not, when those arms came around him, Anton was going to move to plant himself right back in Valerian's lap, which was clearly where he belonged now, better than any throne that he could ever want. Princess, Queen, whatever it was, he deserved this exact throne right here.

He settled his arms back around Val's shoulders, fingers of one hand teasing and toying with the other man's hair, twisting curls around his finger and letting them slip before repeating, and again.

"Raise your expectations, Valerie. Underestimating me is, historically, a bad idea." He smiled, wicked and playful and clearly determined.

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"Well, I always thought you were very attractive when you played dirty." Valerian said with a practiced sort of nonchalance.. except when it came to Anton he was incredibly and distinctly chalant, the wicked smile and those chestnut eyes that held so much of the cat within it.

And Valerian knew he was very much a cat person, and that he also liked cats who were possessive, so possessive that it would be impossible to have another.

"So be as impossible and as cunning as you wish, my Darling-- I will revel in it."

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"You encourage the worst in me, you know." This was a fact, but it was not a complaint at all. Anton had always enjoyed that he did not have to pretend to be some saint around his Valerie, and his lover still called him angel. "But I will. I've got my work cut out for me, don't I? So many pretty faces who want your attention. I'll have to do my best to make sure that you have eyes only for me."

At least he was honest about how possessive he was. And while he was indeed a cat who would not allow any other anywhere near his Valerie, he would be sweet and purr for him to make up for it.

"You really came to hear me play in New York? All those times?"

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"I did come to hear you play, how could I have not?" he said this with an incline to his head as he considered the other man, the vibrant way that he managed to convey himself, the weight and feel of him against his lap-- he allowed his fingertips to twirl around a lock of hair as well so that they were playing a mutual game of cat and mouse.

"I did not approach because I was a newly minted monster and I had to learn how to control myself."

And he had not wanted to hurt the other man, because despite his reluctance to verbally admit this (contracts and all) there was love just underneath the surface. "And with how good you taste, I would not have been able to resist draining you dry."

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"Mm... I suppose that would've been inconvenient for keeping my orchestra engagements..." Yes, Anton. Death did tend to get in the way of a career, among other things. But here they were casually discussing how easily Valerian could kill him, and Anton only leaned in closer to graze his lips against the vampire's forehead.

"You are very handsome as monsters go..." he opined thoughtfully, fingertips moving to trace along Val's lips, slow and deliberate as if trying to commit their shape to his memory. He would write so many songs about these lips, about everything they inspired in him.

Oh it was most certainly love, in Anton's case, though he had not spoken the words either, and it was love plaited tightly with obsession, with the desire to consume and be consumed in each and every way by the other man.

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Valerian thought it rather delightful that Anton had such a lax care for his life, which well-- Valerian did have a care so at least one of them did when it came down to it; there would be nothing that would hurt Anton save for perhaps the rogue nibble against a particularly tempting veined bit of flesh.

"And you are very delicious as far as humans go." he said as he lifted up his head just a bit to grace Anton with a piercing look, then he ran his tongue lightly against his lower lip. "Though also handsome, I cannot deny how you have haunted my dreams." and then very carefully he nipped at the fingertip running against his lower lip.

You know, just to remind Anton as to how dangerous he ultimately was.

It was not very far to his own penthouse apartment, and very soon the car slid into the hidden parking that was reserved solely for him, he lived in a complex and most people went out the foyer, but not him. He had his own personal lot and also an elevator that led directly up to his own suite of rooms. The private entrance so to speak-- not very many went through that way save for Cassandra; even the snacks he had brought up usually went up the front.

"It appears we are here.."

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A soft gasp at the nip at his fingertip, the breath exhaled in a soft laugh. Oh yes, so very close to danger, and he only wanted to be closer. He wanted to crawl inside Valerian, to wrap himself in the other man until the border between the two of them was impossible to locate. "I should probably not be so pleased to hear I've been haunting you in any way, especially your dreams. But... I am. It's only fair, for how often you have starred in mine."

Quite cinematically, really. His imagination was extremely vivid when it got going, and nothing got it going quite like thinking of Valerian. "And how many mornings I woke up to find you were just a dream, and had to satisfy myself with my own hand and imagining you."

But oh, had they arrived? Anton leaned forward to brush a soft kiss against those lips before he shifted off his lap so they could both get out of the car.

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There was likely a reason why they had never been roomed together.

Although if Valerian had pulled enough, he likely could have manipulated the situation; but then part of him had known that he would never had gotten any schoolwork done, that he would have just wanted to devote his entire world to Anton; he'd a goal and he had to adhere to it. But now, he could wake up with Anton and draw him into his life just like so.

"I do so enjoy thinking about you hungry and wanting for me when you first wake up in the mornings..."

It was not a bad thought at all, even as he leaned in to give a parting nuzzle before the other man hopped off his lap and exited as the door opened for the both of them. And very quickly Anton followed behind; without a parting glance for the driver, he was walking toward the doors that would lead to the foyer and to the private elevator that was just for him, he slid his keycard and once the gilded door opened, he ushered the other man inside.

"You are quite the menance, always have been but it appears as if you have leveled up."

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They both would have failed too many classes if they'd ever been roommates, that was certainly true. And Anton had always known that Val was the driven sort, that there was precious little that could hope to stand between him and a goal. That was one of the sexiest things about him.

"Starving really," Anton agreed, slipping past the other man in such a way that his body brushed against Valerian's, like a caress. "And not just in the mornings."

He leaned back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, laughing again at being called a menace. "I do my best, Valerie. For you anyway."

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Oh yes, this was the perfect spot to press Anton up against-- it was almost like he was begging to be hunted with the way he splayed and laughed, like a sacrifice ready to be crucified. This caused Valerian to press the other man into and against the wall, getting a fistfull of hair and then pulling back a little bit before finally his mouth found Anton's again, and he attempted to make the man just against him utterly breathless.

Could a kiss last 30 floors? Well Valerian supposed they would find out, there would be no stopping and the kiss would have to cease once the bell rang to his floor. He nibbled the lower lip in between robbing the other man of breath, his hands moving up and down that side, from hips to waist and back again-- as if he could not get enough of the other man underneath him.

Though he would not mind having him over him too if the case was made.

But that was the only man he'd ever allow to have a unique bit of control over him.

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It was very much like he was begging to be hunted, yes. And he was rewarded for his audacity by getting exactly what he wanted. His breath caught as Valerian stepped closer, as those fingers slipped into his hair and pulled. Oh, yes, that was perfect right there. His knees felt weak as he was kissed within an inch of his life.

He heard himself whimper as he wrapped his arms around the other man, because he needed to hold on to something right now, and there was nothing better to hold to than this man-become-monster that he was so dangerously in love with. His fingers curled into the undoubtedly designer clothing that Val wore, holding oh so tightly.

The elevator chimed, and Anton was too lost to notice it.

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"You are such temptation to me." Valerian whispered as he pulled his mouth away as if he was withholding some drug, though he was not-- not really. Anton was free to come back for more kisses, to take what he wished even. His fingertips gave a very thorough massaging knead into those windswept curls and then he started to pull them both into his very expensive and very large penthouse. It was paneled in dark wood, polished ebony accents and then there was the light accents of gold that erred on the side of classic rather than too gaudy.

From the foyer and into the room which was all glass overlooking the city of Boston and then a push of a button and the glass turned as dark as wood paneling to block out the rays of the sun. Technology was a wonderous thing and he'd made sure to outfit his entire penthouse to accomodate his love of panoramic views as well as his own vampirism.

"I shall have to keep the refrigerator stocked with something other than blood; I shall tell my assistant to go shopping first thing tomorrow, but for now..." and then he turned around to regard Anton. "You should eat."

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"Good..." a breathless, distracted answer. But it was only fair if he was half the temptation for Valerian that the other man was to him. Anton could barely think of anything in the world except for that wicked mouth and how much he wanted it back on his own. But he let himself be pulled into the penthouse, looking around in curiosity. It was sleek and somehow equally modern and classic, and that was so very Valerian.

He found himself wandering towards one of those large windows, looking out over the city splayed out below them. It was a beautiful view, but not nearly so pretty as the view behind him as he looked back to Valerian.

A slow smile and he walked back towards the other man. "Mm... I probably should. But if the cupboards are bare..." He reached out to hook his fingers into Val's very expensive leather belt, tugging playfully before he started working that belt open. Was this what Valerian had meant by eat? Probably not. And yet. Here he was.

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Did Val want those lips on him? Very much so, he saw the predatory way that Anton moved toward him-- slinking like a sex god that had just come to ruin him. This was not precisely what he meant but he supposed that could be addressed once his Pet had tired himself out.

"Well I was thinking of ordering you some take-out." There was a joke there entwined with Valerian's own words and what Anton was intending to 'take out' when it came down to it.

"But I have not had your mouth on me in ages." The last time had been graduation night, he remembered Anton pushing his robes open, the Valedictorian of the class getting sucked off by the bright prodigy, a near literal angel of music. It had been there last hurrah before they had walked alway to their seperate lives-- for Anton, Juliard. For Valerian, Harvard.

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"Mm... take-out might be a good idea. I'll just have dessert first." Not a shred of self preservation in him. Had he spent entire days practicing his violin and forgotten entirely that he was a human being who needed to eat food and perhaps hydrate? Yes, alarmingly often.

And Valerian was even more distracting than music -- which really was saying something. "It really has been ages, hasn't it? I've missed the taste of you..." His clever elegant fingers worked the belt open and pulled it free, letting the fine leather fall to the floor before he began working buttons open. He slide his fingers inside to draw Valerian's prick free.

He remembered their last time rather fondly too, that stolen moment that he'd told himself was goodbye, and that he was fine with it. That had been a massive lie, clearly, but time had worked it out to bring them back to one another.

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A hiss found it's way to breath past his lips, a huff and then his body arched despite itself and then he found a ornate table that was generally used to place objets d'art on and he leaned upon it, finding a nice balance as he looked right into those eyes. No, he did not see a shred of self-preservation in the other man.. not at all. He would order something right now.

Yes.

He was already reaching for his phone as he balanced and then slid his fingers into Anton's hair. "I am ordering you food, you brat." he said nearly breathlessly.

Oh Anton, he was on his phone. It was time to see how much his composure could be ruined while he was placing the order, perhaps it was time to see how good his concentration was? But the phone was ringing in his ear for the thai place down the street that he'd often ordered late night food for company. (He was absolutely not going to mention that to Anton however.)

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Anton beamed at him at the words, not a single ounce of contrition in his entire being. He turned towards that hand to nip gently against the inside of his wrist. "Thank you, Daddy."

With that he sank slowly down to his knees to see exactly how difficult he could make this phone call for Valerian. It was a challenge that the musician was taking very seriously. He looked up at the other man with eyes gone so dark with desire they looked nearly black in the soft light of the penthouse flat. He was still watching his face as he parted his lips to first press a slow, gentle kiss to the head of his cock before slowly wrapping his mouth around him .

Only then did he let his eyes close, giving a little suck as he lapped at the slit with his tongue.

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Well, it appeared that Anton was going to have to work for the reactions that he desired-- although his eyes darkened slightly as he watched Anton's mouth and tongue lightly tease before wrapping around the plumped head of his shaft, he was cool though not cold; it was almost like partaking of a very delicious treat when it was hot and Valerian did melt delightfully against that mouth.

The heat was intense, far more intense then he remembered and maybe it was just the fact that Anton was burning hot, also perhaps even the state of his arousal.

Ever since becoming a vampire, he usually partook of sex either during feeding or just after when he was warmer; never had an inclination to do anything else-- it was a type of control over the situation; however it was different with Anton. He wanted him intensely and painfully and was so aroused that it nearly hurt, the byplay of tongue and mouth sucking and all the while as he spoke, it was with the barest hitch of a breath.

Try harder, Anton-- sometimes even the hardest of stone caved under an unstoppable force.

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Oh he was determined -- and also thoroughly enjoying himself at the moment. So Valerian would get his full effort, treating that surprisingly cool prick like the delectable treat that it was. So even that tiny hitch of breath was motivation enough. It had been ages since he'd tasted the other man properly, and he found himself a man starving.

His eyes gazed at Val's face through a dark fringe of thick lashes before he slowly let his eyes fall shut, and then he was surging forward, to swallow that cock down fully, lips and nose pressed to the nest of curls at the base. This was not a skill that the musician had possessed when they were classmates. Clearly he'd learned a few things in their years apart.

He voiced a choked moan around him beginning to bob his head slow and deliberate, taking him deep again and again, devouring his lover like he was impossibly ravenous.

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His mouth parts, baring the teeth that he did not show quite readily to those; he was not a wide smiler, and if he did smile-- it was closed and more of a smirk, but he was watching Anton while he attempted to take an un-needed breath. No, Anton had never been able to take him all in when they had been together, but now he was consuming it with all of the relish of someone who'd practiced.

He was jealous of the first person who got that gift.

As such, his fingers tightened on locks of hair. Here is hoping that Valerian never found out who the recipient was.

"Fuck, you feel so good..." he growled out, the mouth like a wet sauna for his prick-- all hot saliva and tongue that marked a brand over each vein over the marbled pink cock. "Do you want me to fuck your mouth?"

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Oh those teeth, sharp and wicked, his beautiful monster. Anton was all too eager to have Valerian, man and beast and all he was. He had no inkling of any possessive, jealous thought that Val might have been having of his past trysts where he'd honed some of his skills -- though he'd share the same envy of anyone who had managed to snare his Valerie's attention for even a moment.

A choked whimper as those fingers gripped at his hair, at the way his lover's voice sounded in that lust-roughened growl. He tongued along the underside of the length filling his mouth in undisguised eagerness.

Words were not currently something he was capable of, but the way he turned deep brown eyes up at the other man, a wordless begging for exactly that, for Valerian to fuck his mouth, to make use of him for his pleasure.

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Valerian could not disguise his own lust at the thought of Anton begging him to fuck his mouth, and so he seized upon it, he rolled his hips though careful at first; he knew that he could have been rough but he also knew that a vampire's own strength could be a bit overwhelming especially to mortals. Thus, he found his stride and plumed those lips, his eyes never leaving those chocolate brown eyes that looked at him.

There was something charged and heated with their gazes, he looked into them and felt himself falling.

Just as he had always been falling for this man with the artistic temperamental nature-- who had been like a dancing flittering spark of inspiration made flesh. Whom he had known would be impossible to catch with mere mortal hands, and thus he had not.

Perhaps because he had not thought that such things had ever been meant for him, that it was enough for the other man to have graced him with his company here and there. But now being a vampire, perhaps he was far more selfish?

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Anton moaned his approval as Val found something of a rhythm of using his mouth, holding Valerian's gaze. He loved it, the way that the other man looked at him as if he'd forgotten that anything else in the world existed. This was as it should be, so far as Anton was concerned, that he should have all of Valerian's attention focused on him, when the vampire had so fully captured his.

He would hold tighter to him this time. They'd let each other go as if that was the only reasonable course of action. But it never had been. This man was meant to be his, always had been, always would be.

And Anton would do what he had to to prove that this time, to make sure that Valerian did not leave him again.

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How beautiful Anton looked in this moment, completely wrecked and ruined for him.

His fingers tightened in the sweetly touseled locks as he used the other man, and his eyes slitted only a little until there was only the barest slits of grey that were revealed, there was precome but it was only because he'd fed on Anton this night, that that blood was coursing through his system and making him hunger and want so very deeply of this man who knelt before him.

Memories came unbidden, of stolen moments in hidden corners at Saintsmourn, with Anton doing exactly this. He'd considered it a form of manipulation, but a sweet one and he would've followed the other guy wherever. But now, Anton had followed him right here into the lap of luxury. "Fuck.. your mouth feels so good, so hot..." a breathless gasp as he rolled until he could feel the way that those throat muscles worked around him.