: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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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.

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Then there was Anton who was the obsessive fan who was also the love of his life, decidedly not an enemy.

Catching the hand up with his own and then drawing those fingers to his lips were he allowed his tongue to slide against them, tasting the slight salt of skin, the callouses that still looked effortlessly lovely, and then he smiled- it was one that was suited to a predator coupled by the look in those granite grey eyes.

"If there are, they have have not made themselves known yet." a hum as he caught the split second dark sky against those mahogany eyes, there was a sharpening but he did not ask. This man was allowed his privacy, if Anton wanted to tell him? He would.

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"Good. Though. Even if they did, I would be here to protect you, Valerie." This was, as one might expect, about as intimidating a prospect as a Beware of Dog sign set beside a bichon frise, but then again small lapdogs were often a unique sort of insane, so perhaps the comparison wasn't that far off.

A slow smile of his own at the brush of that tongue and the frankly lupine grin that settled over his lover's face. How dangerous his Valerie looked, and how well that suited him. He couldn't help but be drawn to it, moth to his own personal flame.

It was different than the unpleasant memory that had darkened his mood only briefly, a danger that was frankly dull and boring, a boorish sort of obsession in a man whom he had in no uncertain terms dismissed with a certain finality. At least to Anton it had been certain. His stalker had not seen it that way. But that dullard was no doubt still in New York, and not worth paying another moment's thought to.

"How big is your bathtub? Will it fit the both of us comfortably, or will we need to get cozy? I assume you have something decadently scented for the water?" Anton was inviting himself right into using all of Valerian's humble abode, clearly.

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"I've no doubt that you can be vicious and cruel for the both of us." that was the highest compliment that Valerian could bestow on someone; together they were something of mean girls that was if the Mean Girls were fucking each other. A considering look as Anton unceremoniously started to make himself home here in this posh penthouse apartment.

That was fine, that suited Valerian immensely to have Anton come in and turn his world upside down and yet make it all the more right for it.

"I think that it could fit 4 people within it."

It had but Anton did not need to know that.

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"I can, yes. More than enough, I assure you." They were mean girls, at their very finest, who yes, were certainly fucking. He slipped back from Valerian's arms then with a playful, downright coquettish grin.

"I hope that wasn't implying you want to invite more company. I'd be offended if you thought I wasn't enough for you. "Offended. Murderous. Breaking all Val's most expensive looking things and setting the next most costly on fire. As one did.

He took the moment to explore the room he'd largely ignored when they'd first come in too intent on having his fun ruining Valerian for a little while. Now though, there was time to kill as they waited for the food that his lover insisted he eat. Once he'd had a bit of food in him, he would drag Valerian with him to a hot, luxurious bath. Fingers traced along the sumptuously soft leather of the nearest chair.

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Yes, there was that slightly obsessive bent to Anton that Valerian loved so well.

There had been an edge to the beautiful man whenever someone had approached Val for any reason, and if they so much as dared to 'simp' at the intelligently shrewd student, there was even more hell to pay. His fingertips lightly skirted against the shoulder as he moved a little past him to settle down on the fine italian loveseat, his hand smoothing against the dark leather.

"I think that you will find that I am completely unenthused with the very idea of inviting anyone to our private party."

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He was a territorial thing, and Val had long been his territory, even if he wasn't entirely aware of it. Anton watched the other man sit, and like a particularly possessive cat, he took the lap that had made itself available as an invitation. Planting himself in Valerian's lap, he draped comfortably, back to the arm of the loveseat, legs stretched out across the empty side.

"That was the correct answer, darling," Anton purred to him, soothed by the response. That was right. Private party. Only the two of them. What else could they possibly need? Anton was certain the rest of the world had fallen away entirely, and it could all disintegrate entirely so far as he was concerned.

"It's funny... how much I despise the idea of you looking at anyone else."

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Valerian was more than accomodating to the human-like cat who had decided that the best seat in the house was his lap. As if he could be anything but pleased by this, his fingertips lightly trailing against the back with a slow up and down as if he was stroking him like someone was wont to stroke a feline.

"Oh?" well Valerian was not too keen on looking at anyone other than Anton and he'd never given his attention freely like this. There was marked differences to the quality of his focus even as he tilted his head so that he could look up into Anton's eyes.

"As if there could be anyone as worth looking at as you."

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The stroking was entirely appreciated, thank you very much, and Anton made no secrets about it either. If he were any more feline, he would be purring. Instead though, he hummed, soft and musical though barely a sound at all, and one he wasn't entirely aware that he was making.

Perhaps Valerian would feel the pull of it, the gentle but irresistible lulling and lure of a literal sire song, come to me and be mine and leave the rest of the world behind, and I will give you everything you've dreamed of, everything of me.

Anton beamed at Val's answer, leaning up to press a kiss to the line of Valerian's jaw. "You say the sweetest things, my Valerie."

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He had been nearly immune to that sweet siren's call then, and he was immune now though he certainly did feel it's pull, the way that it was like the tides that the moon summoned up. It was a lovely sound, much like the music that called forth from those fingertips-- catching them up to press his mouth against the tips ever so lightly, scrapping his teeth against them.

The pull that he had to resist, he knew that if he did not temper it-- he could be destroyed by this beautiful man who held something preternatural about himself as well. More aware of the words just under the melody now, he knew the reason why now that all had been fascinated by him including himself.

"You do not realize your own power, do you my Pet?"