I am a crooked man

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[ Yuma sends a message that she's left him a gift, and the first thing he checks is whether Ajay answers his phone.

There isn't a second thing. It's not as if they've never been out of contact, or as if Ajay's never failed to respond to his calls – he's a busy boy, after all – but it's enough to make Pagan feel as if his veins are filled with ice. The search is frantic and conclusive. When Pagan finds Ajay he's still breathing, though he won't be for long.

Pagan knows this because he can see Ajay's lungs, straining and exposed after what Yuma has done to him.

There isn't time to have a moral dilemma about it. Pagan uses his own fangs to open a vein in his wrist – one of the few ways to open him up that won't heal in mere moments – and presses it to Ajay's mouth. It makes a messy, desperate circuit when he bites deep into Ajay's throat, letting the rich taste of his lover flow over his tongue and drinking him down, and it's – it's terrible. There's no pleasure in the act when it's like this, no intimacy, no joy. He drinks and he drinks, and the little spark in living creatures that whispers survive when everything else in them says to give up kicks in, and Ajay drinks from him, too.

He feels the moment when Ajay dies. Feels the flutter of life leave him, tastes the blood in his mouth turn empty and dull. His scream is a howl, animal and raw, but it's brief. He closes the shutter Yuma has made of Ajay's ribs, folds flayed skin back into place, wipes the blood from Ajay's mouth as best he can and takes him home to the palace, to wait and see if a corpse will become the man he loves again.

~

He's there, of course, when Ajay first stirs. It takes days, but they're not quite as tense as that might imply – it's clear that it's worked in at least some capacity when Ajay doesn't begin to rot into the sheets of Pagan's bed. Gary had fussed at him while blacking over the windows, saying a room full of fine furnishings is no place for either a brand new vampire or a decomposing corpse, and it's the closest Pagan has ever come to firing the man. Ajay can wake and destroy the whole room and Pagan will count every ruin a blessing. And if he dies -

he doesn't, though, and robs Pagan of the poignant drama of wasting away alongside his cadaver. It's folly to think he'll understand any of what's said to him before he wakes fully, and so it's the only time Pagan will allow himself the futile gesture of asking Ajay to forgive him. He is a selfish old creature, but even he can see that forgiveness is something he doesn't deserve.

I couldn't bear it, he whispers. I couldn't lose you.

He cries, but without blood in his system there's no reddening of his skin, no tears to fall. He hasn't taken a drop since Ajay's, and has made up his mind that if Ajay doesn't wake he never will again.

~

He sleeps, eventually. It's been a long time since he's had to, though it's still nice to do. This isn't that lazy pleasure – it's exhaustion, pure and simple. He sleeps, and he dreams of Ajay in a frozen lake, pounding at the ice from below as Pagan scrabbles to get to him. He dreams of Ishwari on wings of fire, coming to cut his head off with a blazing sword for what he's done. Less dramatically but more terrifyingly, he dreams of Ajay getting on a plane and leaving, never to return.

He thinks it's that which wakes him, the pain of it, until he lifts his head and hears it. A groan, faint and disgruntled, in a sweetly familiar voice. His hands are on Ajay's face before he can think. ]

My boy. My beautiful boy.

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[vaaris]

[ when ajay wakes, the thirst is all he knows.

it's like nothing he's ever known -- it's a ravenous animal that lives inside him, howling and clawing at his insides, so desperate to be fed that it's willing to tear him open from the inside. it's impossible to force himself to think past it; there's no room for the startled realization that he's still alive, to wonder how the fuck he even got here. there isn't even enough presence of mind to question the thirst itself, all he knows is this terrible needneedneed; it's the terrible, all-consuming star throned in the center of his new universe. ]

Please --

[ his hands are trembling when he reaches out to clutch at the lapels of the other man's jacket, eyes wild and voice rasping. ] I need --

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I know, I know. I'm sorry, I didn't - I should have planned this better.

[ He refuses to let Ajay's first taste of blood be from a bottle or a bag. He had volunteers, turned them away when he realized that Ajay was probably on a first-name basis with most of the palace staff. His next thought had been to bring in someone Ajay might have killed anyway, doing what he does - one of the men responsible for abducting people for the brothels, for example. Gary had pointed out that if Pagan is concerned about whether Ajay will forgive him, letting him drain someone dry when he hasn't the control to do otherwise is hardly going to help matters. So there's only one viable option: Pagan himself. He'd planned to top up when Ajay started to show signs of coming around, but his own theatrics had got the best of him there. There's bugger all in him, but it should be enough to soften the worst of the need. ]

It'll probably take a moment to get flowing.

[ He shoves a sleeve up, holds his wrist out to Ajay's mouth. ]

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[ he isn't coherent enough to know what he needs, but --

pagan shoves his wrist at him in offering, and the faint smell clinging to his skin is enough to make ajay's new appetite roar in answer. if he was even remotely in control, he'd do his absolute best to be gentle -- if he didn't take one look at pagan's haggard state and refuse outright -- but now? he lunges at the offered arm like a starving animal, seizing it with both hands before he bites down hard on the tender inner skin of the wrist.

but the blood that bubbles up to the surface is sluggish, and the taste of it that he gets only makes him wilder. which is why he barely waits at all before he pushes pagan's arm impatiently aside, surging forward with a feral growl and knocking pagan back onto the bed behind him. and then he bites down hard on the other man's throat, enough to open up the vein there and let him feed the way he really wants.

and the moment that first taste of blood hits him, ajay moans a sound that's as much pleasure as it is relief. it sings through his body like a hit off the best drugs money can buy -- it's the sweetest thing he's ever tasted, and the thrill of having his craving satiated is heady enough to make him dizzy. it's wonderful, wonderful, wonderful; he can never imagine himself getting nearly enough. ]

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[ Fucking hell, he'd forgotten how much it hurts when the fucker biting you doesn't roll you first. In a way, that makes it a relief when Ajay throws him to the bed and goes for the throat - barring the fangs, Ajay's mouth at his throat is a familiar feeling, the sensation of Ajay's body pinning him a beloved and welcome one, and the sound he makes is remarkably like the sound he makes when he comes, so. Despite the fact that it's now going to be a fuck of a lot harder to get a hold of any of the repurposed whiskey bottles filled with donated blood he has stashed under the bed, it's far more pleasant.

He reaches a hand up to thread fingers through Ajay's hair, and once he forces himself to relax it's not that bad at all. ]

There we go. [ It's quiet, affectionate. ] You'll feel all better soon.

[vaaris]

[ he hums a low noise at the sound of that, just as soothed by the hand in his hair as he is the feeling of having that need fulfilled. it helps that pagan doesn't put up even the slightest bit of resistance -- the wild, feral hunger calms into a kitten lapping happily at a dish of cream, and he settles into the feeding. his body cages pagan's against the mattress, knees on either side of his hips and one elbow braced on the mattress beside his head.

it's good. the taste of pagan is familiar in a way that's like coming home; it should be a horrifying thing, but ajay is too wrapped up in the high of having his need met to process that. ]

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[ That certainly helps. Ajay hums against Pagan's throat and cages him in, and all the parts of Pagan that think of Ajay as a lover rather than a current threat start to purr in response.

Well, almost all of them. His blood flow was diminished to begin with. Not that it stops him from crooning a low sound in response, using a hand to try and guide Ajay down against him, stroking over his back like he's a particularly large pet.

Really, it doesn't matter how much that initial bite may have hurt, or how incapable he currently finds himself of showing Ajay just how much of an effect this is having. Ajay is awake, moving and responding, and Pagan's breath shudders out of him in a plume of relief. ]

My sweet boy.

[vaaris]

[ it's easy to fall into the seductive rhythm of this.

having this thirst quenched is a pleasure that buzzes through his veins like an electric current, and the slow touch that pagan strokes down along his spine only adds to the fire at his core. and now that the wildest of the need has been met, it's easier to open himself up to how good this feels -- pagan croons his endearment at him, and ajay sighs a low sound in response, shifting so that he can rock his hips forward against pagan.

the feeling of it is enough to draw a low moan out of him, nearly muffled against the other man's skin. the want is a senseless, animal thing -- but it's powerful, and the taste of pagan on his tongue only sharpens it. ]

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[ Ajay rolls his hips and moans, and fuck but Pagan wishes he'd woken up early enough to feed before Ajay was fully conscious. It's partly that he wishes he could reciprocate, but also that he can already feel the leaden ache of needing blood settling into his muscles. It feels cruel to ask Ajay to stop, but he'll have to eventually, unless he wants to have to crawl off the bed. ]

Feeling better?

[vaaris]

Yes.

[ like this? the fact that he hadn't wanted to be turned is a distant whisper -- everything in him feels alive, electric, and he's absolutely drunk off the way it feels. every sensation is sharpened, from the silk sheets underneath them to the smell of pagan's skin; it's like he's never experienced any of it before, like everything is new.

but the blood from pagan's throat comes sluggishly now, and he's still hungry. senselessly, he bites deeper, but it doesn't help. it's enough to make him draw back with a low whine, dragging an arm across his mouth and smearing the blood there. ] But I still -- I'm --

I need more.

[vacabdication]

[ Fuck, that extra bite hurts, but between the way Ajay's been moving against him and the sheer joy of having him back, there's a spark of pleasure threaded through it. Not enough that Pagan isn't relieved when Ajay stops, of course, but that whine lances through Pagan and gets him right in the heart. ]

I know, my boy. I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd forgive me if I let you eat the staff, so this seemed like the best option. Here, just let me top up -

[ And wriggles just enough to get out from under Ajay and reach for his bottled blood. It's not good, not by any means, but the movements he makes to even get to the stuff are already heavy and sluggish, and while etiquette has never really been his strong suit he's fairly sure Ajay wouldn't be best pleased if Pagan nipped out to bite the chambermaid. So this will do in the meantime - he tugs the stopper from the bottle and chugs, trying (and failing) not to screw up his nose at the empty taste of it - separated from the source, it's just blood. Does the job, but there's no pleasure to it - like eating dry toast when your stomach is rumbling but you've been thinking of steak all day. ]

You can have some of this if you're desperate, but I don't think you'll like it.

[vaaris]

[ that awful need that had taken hold of him has rolled back enough so that ajay is at least willing to sit back and watch as pagan goes for his stash, but he's still hungry enough to keep many other questions about his current situation from rolling to the forefront. he really should care about what he's doing here, what the fuck happened to him, why drinking blood from pagan's throat suddenly seems like the most natural thing in the world -- but as soon as the uncertainty tries bubbling up, some deeper animal hindbrain pushes it right back down.

and the way pagan starts chugging from one of those bottles is certainly enough to pique his interest, but. when ajay tugs the other man's wrist enough to get a proper sniff of the bottle's contents for himself, the smell that hits him is enough to make him jerk away and wrinkle his nose. it's... something, sure, but the fact that his entire basis for comparison is now how good it feels to feed directly from pagan? it doesn't even begin to compare.

even the blood he licks idly away from his lips and the corners of his mouth isn't half as good now that he's stolen it from the source -- it blunts the edges of his hunger, sure, but it doesn't set him on fire the way it does when he's drawing it directly from pagan's throat. ]

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No, I didn't think so.

[ He laughs but it's a gentle thing, warm and fond. Already he can feel himself perking up again as the blood hits his system, tricks his wretched old heart into pumping again. And the pause gives him a moment to just look at Ajay, which is... delightful. He's always been handsome, even the first time he showed up after running around with the Golden Path, all grime and shadows of not enough sleep under his eyes. Now, after Pagan has had to endure the sight of him mangled into Yuma's obscene idea of art, and more recently just plain dead - well, he's never seen anything more beautiful. Ajay was dangerous enough as a human. With this new change, there's something feral in his eyes, the way he holds himself. It'sll setle with time and control, but it's lovely to behold. And the clear desire in his eyes as he watches Pagan is a treat even as he knows it's mostly for his blood, and not Pagan himself.

Still. He lifts a hand to cradle Ajay's chin, turns his head this way and that, as if examining him, and smiles slow and proud with a flash of wicked fang. ]

Look at you. You'll be the best of us.

[vaaris]

[ this new hunger might be at the forefront of everything else, but that doesn't mean it's pushed aside everything that's ajay. being receptive to pagan's touch is such a natural thing that he leans into that hand on his chin as if he's expecting to be petted, and he hums a pleased sound at that praise even if he doesn't really bother to understand what it means.

pagan tastes good. feeding off him makes ajay feel good. and if pagan is just as pleased with him? he'll take it, he'll let that be just as good as everything else. it's simpler that way -- and if there's a willful sort of ignorance in all of it, fuck it. ]

I want more. [ and it's almost a purr, low and hinting of seduction. it echoes in the fingers he slides up along the inside of the other man's wrist, eyes dark and intent. he isn't lunging, but every muscle is wound tight -- a tiger crouching in the brush, waiting. ]

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[ Holy shit.

I want more, Ajay says, quiet and inviting, looking into his eyes, and Pagan feels it. He shouldn't. He is very old, and very powerful, and immune enough to the compulsion of his fellow vampires to have been safe from Yuma simply taking over. But Ajay says he wants more and Pagan feels the urge to give it to him in a way that isn't connected to his desire to give Ajay everything he wants anyway, or his deep and hopeless attraction to him. He feels it like losing his footing, like thinking there's flat ground ahead of you and finding a step down instead.

He chuckles, low and warm in his throat, and starts unbuttoning his shirt. If this is what Ajay's like new, then one day he could rule them all. Not Kyrat. The world.

It's very sexy. ]

I know you do, dear boy. Why don't we see what we can do to get my blood really pumping for you, shall we?

[vaaris]

[ oh.

pagan starts to unbutton his shirt, and the sight of that fresh skin being slowly bared to him makes ajay's gaze sharpen with desire. already, the bite marks at the other man's wrist and throat have closed -- blood lingers on his skin to mark the places where the wounds once were, but ajay itches with the desire to sink his teeth in deep and open up the veins again. ]

Yes. [ prowling forward on his hands and knees, all the slinky grace of one of kyrat's big cats. and once he's close enough, he drags his tongue over the blood on pagan's throat, licking a hot stripe over his skin. not biting, not yet, even though everything in him aches to. ]

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[ He is beautiful. He prowls close, toned muscle shifting under his golden skin looking for all the world like a tiger closing in on its prey and Pagan is more than happy to be the next meal. He tips his head back, baring his neck to the delicious drag of Ajay's tongue as he shucks the shirt off his shoulders, unthreads his belt and lets it fall to the floor. His trousers and underwear follow, slacks puddling beside the belt with no consideration for the effort that went into (someone else) pressing them, and he grins. ]

Let's see. You've already mastered the basics. The polite option and the classic - [ and he gestures to his wrist and neck in turn, taking the time to stroke Ajay's cheek where he still lets his mouth hover near Pagan's neck - and then he shifts, bending a knee and spreading his legs so he can gesture high on his thigh, almost at the crease of his groin. ]

- but I'm rather partial to right here. There's a hell of a big artery in the thigh. I personally never wanted to chance spooking you by biting quite so close to your lovely cock, but you're made of sterner stuff now, aren't you?

[vaaris]

[ a moment of obvious confusion flickers across his expression as pagan shifts and gestures to his thigh -- most of his ideas about vampires are cultivated from american pop culture, and even now, in the thrall of this new hunger, that's what prevails.

but! never let it be said that ajay ghale isn't quick to adapt.

his eyes widen a little as the idea finally seizes, and he can't resist the urge to run a hand up along pagan's thigh. he can feel the blood thrumming underneath the surface of the other man's skin, and it's enough to prompt a low noise of want. ]

Yeah. [ breathlessly, not the least bit aware of what he's agreeing to. ] That's --

I want --

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[ There it is. The flash of recognition, of hunger. Pagan chuckles, lifts a hand so he can thread his fingers into Ajay's dark hair, and uses the other to sweep along his thigh. ]

I'm all yours. Drink your fill.

[vaaris]

[ it's strange. it should disgust him, shouldn't it? the idea of drinking blood. but there's no room in him to scrutinize the thought -- pagan makes that lazy gesture along his inner thigh, and ajay is hypnotized by the call of the blood underneath his skin.

but with the worst edges of the hunger taken off, he's able to go slow. perhaps some seed of instinct stirs awake in him, or perhaps it's easier to fall into the rhythm they had as human lovers. his first touch along pagan's skin is a tender nuzzle, breathing in and letting the next breath spill out of him as a low moan. he lets his open mouth drag up along the skin of pagan's thigh, tasting him like that, nearly shivering with anticipation at the thought of the blood underneath. and when he finally lets his fangs sink in, it's with the same slow deliberation.

the blood spills into his mouth, flows into him, and it's everything. almost instantly, he's overwhelmed by it -- it's more than the taste, more than the way it spills life back into his veins. it's like he's taking pagan into himself, in a way that's more complete and total than even sex. he can feel pagan spilling over into him; with it, like images glimpsed through foggy shards of glass, his lust, his guilt, his adoration, his love. it's intoxicating, and falling into it is like losing himself to a siren song. ]

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[ Pagan sighs at the sink of Ajay's fangs, the same low sound of pleasure one makes at the first slow slide into a lover. This is more like it; whether it's intentional on Ajay's part or simply because that first drink took the raw edge of animal hunger out of him, this bite is bliss. Pagan sinks back against the bed, melting into the feel of it as he reaches down to stroke fingers through Ajay's hair. ]

Feels good, doesn't it?

[ And there's something lovely in that. In knowing that the wonder he'd felt every time he drank from Ajay is Ajay's now, that feeling of pulling a lover into himself, something to keep secret and sacred and safe. And for Pagan, who hasn't let anyone drink from him since long before Ajay was born, the bliss of surrender. He moans with it, tugs Ajay's hair the way he's learned Ajay likes when his mouth is at Pagan's cock instead of a vein. ]

My boy. My beautiful boy.

[vaaris]

[ he makes a low sound at the feeling of pagan's fingers in his hair, lashes fluttering as that sensation adds to the rest of the heat inside him. it's so easy to let himself go, to slide into the swoon and let it take him. like this? it's impossible to remember why he was ever so afraid of this, why it had never not been something he wanted. ]

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You're a gift. A miracle.

[ He's always thought so. Even when Ajay was the somewhat unwilling figurehead of the Golden Path, caught up in the group's insistence that Pagan and his kind did nothing but destroy, he burned. And then they'd become close, and Pagan had learned that the heat Amita and Sabal had wanted to turn to cleansing blaze could be as inviting as a fire in the hearth, and Pagan had been so eager to warm himself by it.

And now -

He's never said it aloud, but Pagan had always assumed there'd be a time when he would turn Ajay. That there's come a point when the young man would realize there was still so much more he could do, and only so long that his mortal body would allow him to do it. In Pagan's mind it would have been respectful, performed like a ritual, Ajay awake and willing in his arms and welcoming the change. It breaks his heart a little that it had to be the way it was instead, but this - this almost makes up for it. Ajay drinking from him, taking his fill as he fills Pagan with pleasure, so close that Pagan thinks they can each almost feel what the other is feeling. Ajay burns brighter than ever, and Pagan marvels at it. ]

[vaaris]

[ there's a part of him that never wants to pull away, that never wants to stop drinking pagan in like this, but. there's also an itch that just drinking blood isn't enough to scratch, and the echoing loop of pleasure thrumming through them both only makes the need more insistent.

so he pulls back slowly, withdrawing his fangs from pagan's skin and lapping lazily at the blood that pools up from the wound until he finally pulls away entirely. and then he shifts upwards, all elegant feline grace, until he's able to straddle pagan's hips and settle himself in the older man's lap. he's as pleased as a milk-drunk kitten, and there's little doubt he'd be purring if that was a vampire quirk. ]

This is always how it felt? When you fed on me?

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[ Beautiful. Now he's fed there's a glow back in the cheeks that stretch over those glorious cheekbones, a satisfied look in his eyes, the faintest shine over his lip where he'd licked it clean. Pagan can't help but touch, lifting his hands to trail them over Ajay's body. ]

Oh, yes. Maybe better. I'd wanted you from the first moment I saw you back here, and though I've never been very good at denying myself I have to admit it adds a certain savor.

[ And the feelings, of course. Lust is an excellent seasoning, but love? It's unparalleled. There's no better feeling than feeding on someone who loves you and wants you to - except, perhaps, from combining that feling with sex, and judging by the look in Ajay's eyes that little addition may well be on the menu. ]

[vaaris]

[ all of his senses feel more alive than they ever have. even the simple touch of pagan's hands trailing over his body is enough to make ajay sigh and arch up into the touch, eyes fluttering halfway shut as the feeling rolls over him. ]

I always thought it was kinda weird to get turned on by, y'know, eating. But...

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But now you understand.

[ He does. Pagan can see it in his eyes, feel it in the way Ajay reacts to that touch. Which he enlivens just a little by reaching up to tweak Ajay's nipple. ]

The sensation of taking someone's very essence into yourself, feeling them become a part of you, the hot bloom of all they are on your tongue. The need for more. To share that in every way you can.

Share it with me now, Ajay.

[ And he grins, sharp, wicked, wanting. ]

Let's fuck.

[vaaris]

Yes.

[ it spills out of him in a little moan as pagan reaches up to tweak one of his nipples, the sensation sizzling through him in little electric sparks. he's buzzed off the blood, higher than any drug has ever made him, and he can't help but be greedy for each and every sensation as it spills through this heightened awareness.

but that last bit? it sharpens his attention back to pagan, pupils dilating until the black nearly swallows the iris. then he leans in all at once for a hungry kiss, licking greedily into pagan's mouth with the taste of his blood still rich on his tongue.

and then, barely even pulling away: ] I want all of you in me. Your blood, your soul, your cock, your come.

[vacabdication]

[ Perfect. Ajay wanting Pagan the way Pagan wants him has always been the finest of aphrodisiacs, and the taste of blood on his tongue only makes it all the better. ]

Oh, you're in for a treat. Nothing beats the way it feels like this. Piqued with blood, all your senses singing -

[ And one more little surprise. There has been only one occasion so far on which Ajay has taken Pagan, mostly because Pagan figured out that Ajay likes it better the other way - and to be honest, Pagan does too. Ajay had pressed a finger into him, given that adorable snort-laugh, and said you got ready for me? I wanted to do that for you and clearly not believed Pagan when he said he hadn't needed to.

He's always liked the process of opening Ajay up, watching the way he'd rock against Pagan's fingers, becoming near-frantic for it almost before Pagan was confident that Pagan thought he was ready. And there's still fun to be had with that, certainly - fingers and mouth deployed in that slow tease that builds to what they both truly want - but tonight Ajay's need will be high with all the power that comes with the turning, and Pagan can't imagine that he'll regret the lack of it in face of the revelation to come. ]

All of me. Only for you.

[ And he grabs Ajay's hips, shifts him just so, and pierces his own lip with a fang at the bliss of sinking into him so easily. ]

[vaaris]

[ it's most definitely to pagan's benefit that ajay is still too out of it from the high of that feeding to immediately realize what's happening. after all, pagan was most definitely stronger than him when ajay was still a human, but now? there's a chance he could hold his own, and an even better chance that he'd probably protest the idea of pagan trying to shove it in dry.

but pagan shifts him, purrs that at him, and then presses up into him in one firm slide.

the feeling of it is instant, electric. ajay jolts, back arching and voice breaking around a cry as the sensation thrills through him. he clutches at the other man's shoulders like it's the only thing keeping him from being able from being swept away, so overwhelmed for a moment that it's the only thing he can manage. ]

Fuck. Oh, fuck. Pagan --

[vacabdication]

Yes. Yes.

[ Ajay has always been beautiful in pleasure, but like this he's blinding. And the sight of him, the sound of him combined with the heat and pressure inside of him - it's dizzying. It's been a long time since anything felt this good and Pagan revels in it, still for a moment and hos hands clutch possessively at Ajay's hips. Beautiful, he's beautiful, and he's Pagan's. ]

Ajay. My beautiful boy.

[vaaris]

Yours. Only yours, always yours.

[ and he can't resist the urge to lean in and lap up that thin line of blood running from the fresh nick in pagan's lip, moaning as the taste of it washes freshly over him. already, he's trying to roll his hips down into pagan's lap -- letting out a little whine when the grip pagan has on his hips keeps him from being able to move in a way that's really satisfying, body already thrumming for moremoremore.

fortunately, when it comes to pagan, ajay has always known how to get exactly what he wants. ]

Pagan. [ right up against his mouth, both of their lips still slick with blood. ] Take care of me, make me feel good. I need you.

[vacabdication]

Always.

[ He'd been so entranced he hadn't even noticed that he was holding Ajay still, that Ajay was moving against his grip. Now, though, asked so beautifully, he's helpless to do anything but obey. Instead of holding Ajay in place those hands guide him upward, and Pagan hisses at the drag of it before he pulls Ajay back down as he rocks up into him. That gets a moan from him, low and wanton against Ajay's mouth before he repeats the action. The feel of it pulses through him, blissful. Love and blood and sex and the knowledge that now, finally, his Ajay will be eternal. It's all he's wanted since the moment they met. ]

[vaaris]

[ it's everything.

it's been years since ajay fooled around while high on anything, but fuck. even that didn't compare to this, every sensation alive and electric and dialed up to eleven. he matches pagan's moan with one of his own, nails dragging little pink lines of pressure along the other man's skin as he rocks himself into the rhythm pagan sets for them both. he could probably take charge if he wanted -- push pagan down and back onto the mattress, ride him hard and fast and greedy, but he doesn't. because pagan's been the one to guide him through all of this to far; he was the one to tend to him, feed him, and now it only seems right that it should be pagan's job to fuck ajay the way he needs.

what's between them now is something closer and more sacred than even what exists between lovers, and the idea of this new connection is a thrill. it's belonging, it's possession, it's forever. ]