: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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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.

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Val's voice in this moment was pure music, the kind that would linger in his mind and that Anton would try desperately to put onto a score, to capture with the draw of his bow over violin strings, as if anything could ever be quite so beautiful as the way the other man sounded. His muse, forever and always, if only Valerian knew. Of course, Anton could actually tell him, but where was the fun in that?

What he did want Valerian to know was how much Anton wanted him, how eager he was to swallow down his seed and feel his lover lose himself in pleasure once more because of him. There as a deep, insatiable greed in him for it, for this moment.

Dark eyes still fixed on that sharp, angular face, taking in every detail of him as he pleaded softly in muffled moans around his prick.

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That would give Valerian a bit of an ego if he knew that he was Anton's muse, that the other man had been singing for him every night, regardless of the other men who vyied for his attention. That was why Valerian concentrated on the here and now, the very insistant suck of that mouth and the soft lowly drawn out whimpers that he could feel like echoes.

Drawing out one more time, cock twitching against the tongue and then back inside.. with a shuddering sigh he could feel himself grow taut and then there was the arch of his back underneath palms, and then he came and it was near cataclysmic. He'd never been one to experience a great deal of sexual pleasure, the arousing thing was the control that he enacted, his ability to make the others come, but here he was with white light blinding behind his eyelids and hot seed rushing through him until finally it was pushing out of his cock head in order to flavor the back of that mouth.

A roughened pant while his fingers gentled through hair with each twitch of his hips. "Anton.. fuck.. ah~"

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Every song and every note had always been for Valerian, since they met, even more so since they'd parted and he realized the indelible mark that the other man had left on his soul and how empty life had felt without his presence. Oh he'd filled it with music, with spotlights and stages and applause, with men who fawned over him and gave him anything and everything his heart desired but not what he truly needed.

This right here, this man, the way that his Valerie filled his mouth and spoke his name. It was his turn to moan as he swallowed him down, eager to take all that the other man had to give him.

He drew back slowly, a last kitten lick given to the head of his prick as he settled back on his heels and looked up at Val, tongue sweeping along his lips as if savoring the taste of him, looking quite smug and pleased with himself in the moment.

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"You are lovely." Valerian spoke with the softest of breaths sighed out into the hertofor lonely penthouse apartment, his fingertips trailing lightly against a sharpened cheekbone and then he tugged the other man upward so that he could draw him into his arms.

He was fine with a healthy dose of toxic at this moment.

But for right now the other man was purring and contented like a kitten.

"Now, it is time to feed you, I am sure that you think that what you just did was sufficient but I intend on feeding from you when I wake up, so you will have to eat." his silly kitten who had zero self-preservation skills.

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Anton smiled at the words, a soft sound all too like a purr. That's right. Valerian thought he was lovely, and wasn't that really all that mattered, Val's opinion of him? That he still had the other man's favor and attention captured securely? He let himself be drawn into that embrace, winding his own arms around his lover.

"Mmhmm. Fine fine, Valerie. I'll eat, so I can be ready for breakfast." Ready to be breakfast for the vampire he was apparently planning on spending the day curled up with. So this was his life, was it? Fine by him. He'd happily lie down with a monster if it was shaped like Val, if it looked at him with those sharp, clear eyes like he was the only thing worth seeing on this odd little planet.

He leaned in and pressed a flutter of a kiss against Val's jawline. "It's nice to know you care."

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A pfffft came from Val's lips at that statement, even as he pulled out his phone and then up came the app that he used to bring food to the other humans that needed sustenance (shhh he is not going to say anything about that) and then he handed it over to Anton with a very insistant nudge. "Order whatever you want."

It was implied of course that money was no object, if he wanted charcuterie and wine from the midnight lounge down the street with caviar that cost upwards of two thousand, that was fine by him. He was rich enough that he did not have to count his pennies.

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Anton would wonder about why a vampire had DoorDash on his phone later. For now he draped himself against Val, turning in his arms to lean into him, trusting his lover to keep him on his feet while he thumbed through the phone to settle on something to eat.

He was accustomed to fine dining, to expensive wines and candlelit dinners from men who tried to woo him, to charm him into their bed and their hearts. But what he settled on at the moment was a pizza, simple and quick enough given that he was mostly going to eat to make Valerian stop fussing at him -- and to be a decent snack come tomorrow evening.

Though he did pause to look back at Val, half upside down the way he was draped against the vampire like some particularly fine clothing accessory, "I don't have to worry about killing you with garlic, do I?"

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"Mythos and nothing else." Valerian said as he looked down at the way that the other man was artfully draped over him; he'd seen the selection and well-- pizza was suitable, it was after all Anton's meal and he would insist on sustenance because he did not want to kill Anton, never realizing that may be harder than one would imagine with the siren blood that sang so sweetly still within his veins.

"Sunlight and Fire are the only reliable ways to kill me. The rest are the products of superstition throughout the years. And holy water only works on the particularly religious vampires." of which Valerian did not consider himself a part of, being of the atheistic sort.

"A stake through the heart will not cause me to explode but will send me into torpor, which means I will need a blood infusion fairly quick if I want to come back to consciousness."

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"Mm, good. That always seemed like such a ridiculous weakness for such a fearsome creature." Really, horrifically lame. He finished his order and slipped the phone back into Valerian's pocket.

Now his attention was settled back onto the vampire fully, curiosity and perhaps even concern in that dark chestnut gaze. "Do you have enemies, Valerie?" He could imagine the Val he had known as a boy having earned himself a few, so heaven (and hell) only knew what this creature of the night version may have amassed.

Was there anyone who would want to bring about the end of his muse? Anton would not stand for it, as if he would have any real way to do anything about it.

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That was a question for the ages.

Valerian had never been liked because he'd been a snob who had thought too highly of himself, not even a shred of humility to grace his presence. He knew exactly what he deserved and did not accept anything less, that included Anton who chased him-- but if he had not wanted it, he would not have placed himself in position of faux prey.

And he'd recognized something in Anton, a charm along with the same 'deserve the best'.

His fingertips lightly graced a cheekbone with the barest hint of a caress/ "I suppose I have a few enemies here and there, not that they matter so much. Enemies are essentially fans are they not?" which was perhaps truth but also only a little bit dangerous to consider.

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Anton leaned ever so slightly into that touch, ever the cat accepting affection from the hand of his person, somewhere between deigning to allow it and trying to coax more attention. "Mm... and sometimes fans are enemies," he mused with the briefest wrinkle of his nose, clearly thinking of someone in particular with that comment.

But it hardly mattered. He let his own fingertips -- the subtle callouses of a man who spent so much time sliding his fingers along violin strings -- trace along Valerian's glass-sharp jaw before he leaned up to seek those lips. "No one that I have to worry about taking you away from me, mm? No vampire hunters or monster killers with a vendetta?"

No one was allowed to have Valerian but him, whether that was having his undead little heart or taking him from this world. Nope. All Anton's.