fourstrings | the bloodlust's a clusterfuck

the bloodlust's a clusterfuck

[ Pagan Min has existed for 458 years, and been dead for 437 of them. And in all that time, he’s never quite got the hang of resisting temptation.

He’s having the fucking devil of a time resisting Ajay.

They’ve been carving out a sort of friendship in the time since Ajay apparently decided against making Pagan’s death final – heart staked, head cut off, pieces left in the sun to burn to ash and all that jazz. Pagan has managed to shuffle his undeniable attraction to the man into the background of that, and the desire to taste him goes neatly with it. Ajay isn’t food. But the more time they spend with one another the louder his desire becomes, all of it twined together. Sex, blood, companionship. And it certainly doesn’t bloody help matters that he’s by now fairly sure that Ajay is curious.

Pagan had got a whiff of it the first time his staff had brought him some volunteers when Ajay was in the room. Pagan had called for dinner for Ajay, and they’d brought up platters of more food than one man even of Ajay’s appetite could hope to eat alone, along with three attractive young hopefuls. Pagan had dismissed them with a wave of his hand and one – a young man who Pagan has not fed from previously but is aware has been angling for a spot for some time – exploded into protest that it wasn’t fair. There was a bit of a kerfuffle about that, gasps and an outburst of sharp Kyrati from the attendants, but Pagan had seen the look on Ajay’s face. Relief that Pagan wouldn’t be feeding in front of him all threaded through with an interest in just how piqued the young man had been. Pagan won’t read Ajay’s mind – a minor courtesy – but he hadn’t needed to.

It presents itself again when Ajay drops in unannounced one day. Pagan has just finished feeding, and the woman who offered her blood is clearly in a state similar to post-coital bliss. A willing bite doesn’t always result in orgasm, but Pagan thinks it’s only polite to provide given that’s what most of them seem to expect. Ajay enters the room just as Pagan is healing her bite wound and giving her a fond pat on the hand, and he can hear the way Ajay’s pulse ticks slightly upward when the woman sleepily croons thank you, thank you before the attendants guide her away on wobbly legs. Pagan has never been the sort to derive any pleasure from forcing the issue and that had tempered his want, but knowing that Ajay is wondering about it sets him aflame.

Tonight, they’re tucked up on a couch in Pagan’s library, poring over an old vampire-hunting text the way a pair of friends might choose to watch a shitty horror film together. Pagan running a finger along the page saying no, no, that’s absolute fucking bollocks and Ajay laughing his sweet husky laugh and being mostly careful only to stare at Pagan when Pagan isn’t staring back. It’s a delight to find the attraction is mutual, and Pagan is carefully trying to select the right time to accidentally meet Ajay’s warm gaze in the hopes of advancing matters when there’s a bloody knock on the door.

Dinnertime. Of course. Pagan is regrettably sharp with his no thank you, not now (the last thing he wants to do in the middle of this tentative almost-courtship is remind Ajay Ghale, son of the Golden Path’s most famous vampire killers, that Pagan is a blood-drinking monster) before he catches himself and turns to Ajay. ]

But what about you, my boy? Have you eaten? I’ll have something brought up, anything you like.

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Oh, yes. But I've never let being rude stop me from doing what I want.

[ But of all the many things he wants right now, making Ajay uncomfortable isn't among them. He follows that pull instead, and once he's close enough he presses in to kiss him deep and slow - though admittedly with one cheeky hand wandering down to grab a handful of Ajay's lovely bottom, now that it's bare. ]

You can't blame me. You're even more gorgeous naked.

[ that groping hand makes him suck in a sharp breath, but it spills back out of him in a little laugh.

pressing kisses along pagan’s jaw, fingertips still combing lazily through his hair. ]

Well, talk about a relief. I’d take it pretty hard if you got me naked and then immediately called off the whole companion thing.

[ The sound of Ajay laughing is a delight. It warms Pagan through to know he'll be hearing more of it now, and he tips his head into the motion of Ajay's fingers, eyes falling closed at that stroking sensation like a cat receiving some A-grade pets. ]

I've developed many eccentricities in my time, but thankfully a distaste for perfection isn't one of them.

[ and what better way than to show his appreciation than continuing to grope Ajay's butt? The degree of kneading happening is unnecessary (those buns are already perfect) but very enthusiastic. ]

Yeah? So what do you have a taste for?

[ maybe it’s not even a question that needs being asked with the way that pagan is squeezing at his ass, but hey! maybe he’s just kinda into the way pagan is more than happy to dole out praise for him.

besides, their current position means that there’s room to sneak a hand down and undo pagan’s pants, slipping a hand inside to wrap his fingers around the other man’s dick. and the sound that comes out of him to find pagan already hot and straining hard against his hand is undeniably a purr, stroking slowly along his length. ]

[ It's very unfair to give Pagan a chance to work his silver-tongued magic and then do that. There's poetry forming in his throat ready to spill forth and catalogue Ajay's finer qualities for him, suddenly trampled by the moan that slips past at the movement of Ajay's hand, the sound he makes as he does it. Well, Pagan'll do his best. ]

You, and all your contradictions. Leading man good looks with the shy-best-friend character laugh. Deadly tactics in a fight and sweetness and humor one-on-one. Lethal hands that can - [ and his hips rock forward into Ajay's touch, involuntary but immaculately timed, making Pagan laugh ] do that. God.

[ usually, he’d shy away from praise doled out so liberally. but now? he can’t deny the way the words settle under his skin and make him burn. he wants pagan to want him, can’t get enough of the other man saying he does. ]

Pagan. [ nipping down sharply on the skin of pagan’s throat at the same time he squeezes his cock. ]

[ And this, too. The total lack of fear. The way he bites tenderly at the neck of a vampire hundreds of years older than he is, the way that know he knows he's allowed to touch, that it's welcome, he does so without hesitation. And even before this - magical as it is - the way Ajay would stroll into the palace, plonk down on one of Pagan's sofas and just chat with him.

How long has it been since Pagan spent time with someone who treated him just like anyone else? ]

You make me feel alive.

[ Pagan does his very best not to dislodge Ajay's hand when he moves to shuck off his trousers. A gesture that is unfortunately unsuccessful, but when it's done he presses back in close to kiss Ajay hard, full of want and adoration, twining their legs together now they're both nude. Nothing at all between them, just as it should be. ]

[ okay, he can’t help but laugh into that kiss, even if the edges are tinged with a moan. ]

Maybe don’t refer to yourself as being anything else right before you fuck me?

[ and sure, he says that, but he’s still arching up greedily against pagan. ]

I will do my best not to offend your delicate sensibilites.

[ Grinning as he says it, a move that flashes fang and quite possibly already violates the instruction. But he's certainly primed to do his best impression of a living man; colour in his cheeks from Ajay's exquisite blood, warm from the way arousal speeds the usually-sluggish pumping of his heart to something very near human.

Inspired, he rolls them so he's on top of Ajay, rolls his body against the younger man's and groans at the feel of it. ]

[ well. just for the record! the sight of those fangs do anything but -- if anything, it just makes his pulse tick up in that thrilling mixture of excitement tinged with just the slightest hint of fear.

but the way pagan grinds against him is enough to make ajay moan out a low noise, arching up into that press eagerly. he reaches up to loop both arms around pagan's shoulders so that he can drag him down into another kiss, heedless of the danger of his fangs as he presses to deepen it. ]

[ Pagan can sense the rising of Ajay's pulse, can't resist a low laugh at it. Job well done, he assumes, from the heat of that kiss. And Ajay may be reckless about it, but Pagan's learned to be very careful of his fangs. There's benefit to this as he kisses back just as deep, and when he pulls back a little to bite at Ajay's lip with far less dangerous teeth.

Hopefully that little display of skillful handling is enough to put Ajay at ease when Pagan starts kissing a line down Ajay's body, scattering slower, sucking kisses between fluttering pecks, until he's low enough to lift one of Ajay's legs over his shoulder and put his mouth where it really counts. He curls his togue wetly between Ajay's legs, humming as he does. ]

[ he can't help a little noise of protest when pagan pulls back to break the kiss, even if he's just as willing to tip his head back and encourage those kisses trailing down his body. and no, there's not the slightest hint of fear at the thought of pagan having access to his throat, the tender skin of his stomach, his -- ]

Oh, fuck. [ there's a little jolt of surprise as pagan's tongue licks a hot stripe up over his entrance, and one hand instantly moves to tangle his fingers in pagan's hair. and no, even though maybe a sane man would pause things here and make sure pagan intends to be very careful with those fangs, there's no sign that the idea has even crossed ajay's mind. instead, he only spreads his thighs a little wider to give pagan better access, moaning a sound that's very much encouragement. ]

Good.

[ It's purred, and the only word Pagan says before he gets back to work. The way Ajay moves to encourage him, with that hand in his hair and the spread of his thighs - just gorgeous. It deserves a reward, so Pagan licks over him once more, traces out a quick little succession of circles over Ajay's rim with his tongue (when you have fangs and talk as much as Pagan Min does, your tongue becomes very nimble), and presses it in, alight with anticipation at the response it might draw. ]

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