The Ironic Curse of Immortality

late munday and sorry for the red eye, it’s been a while since i wore contacts

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But what would he be, if not for all of his money and power and influence? No-one. No one interesting, anyway.

Casamir stood siff beneath Victor’s touch, his expression a mix of shifting emotions–       —-Rage.            Hurt.            Disbelief. 

   And oh how he wanted to believe.        [but nobody wanted him.]                                       [not even his mother.]

   “You’re just trying to placate me. You don’t really mean that.”

Casamir stepped back, taking on an odd, vacant expression.

   “If you really want me to be happy, you’ll bring me her head.”

When Cas took a step back, Victor only took a step forward and remained uncomfortably present in his personal space.

    “That’s not true. It’s not and you      know it.”

His voice was sharp at first, but he tried to smile afterwards, his breaths growing heavier. Gripping Cas’s jaw, he tried to get him from moving away again, his fingers pressing hard.

    “I don’t even know who you’re      talking about.”

           [ don’t be the cause of ANOTHER innocent woman’s death ]

    “Cas...I want you, okay? Hurt me,      degrade me, that’s what I’m here      for.”

His hands were trembling, but he could easily blame that on lust if he needed to. Or maybe the fear would only fuel Cas, maybe it would make him forget about everyone else in the whole world except for them. Only them.

And she was over-thinking things again, wasn’t she?  Lucy relaxed some, offering Victor a shy smile as she allowed her blouse and skirt to fall to the floor. She had no reason to expect that he would be anything but gentle– and now she felt silly for doubting him.

   “I’m not, I’m just.. I want..” Lucy sighed, biting her lower lip. She was down to just her undies and stockings now, but somehow that felt more exposed than being in the nude. 

     [I want to be the one in-charge for once.]

She fell silent, her thought unfinished as she crossed the room to stand between his knees. There, she cupped his cheeks in both hands, and gave him a lingering kiss.

      “It’s difficult to get myself into the proper mindset when you keep talking.” Lucy murmured with a smile, nipping Victor’s lower lip.

    “Best get comfortable… I’m almost ready.”

Victor promptly opened his mouth, then closed it again. A look of offense only passed by his features for a split second before he lowered his gaze and nodded, biting his tongue. As eager as he was for this, he needed to keep in mind that this was more for Lucy. Or, at least, that’s what he wanted it to be.

Feeling her teeth against his lip pulled him right back in, though, and he leaned his face forward to kiss her again, just as lightly as she did to him. Emotionally, he couldn’t have been more ready, but he squirmed under her when he rid himself of his trousers and finally sat bare and waiting.

“Have.. have you done this before?”

Lucy was surprised, but not unpleasantly so. If anything, her nerves increased with the knowledge that he was still more experienced than her. She lowered the strap back into the drawer.

Hands trembling, Lucy began to unbutton her blouse.

       [what if she did it wrong?]                          [what if she hurt him?]

   “I’m, ah, I’m not sure what you expect of me..     but please don’t be angry if I’m, ah, less dominant      than you’re accustomed to…”

In any other situation, Victor could only imagine himself shying away from the question, avoiding looking Lucy in the eye and giving some sort of half-assed answer, but he nodded clearly this time.

His heart softened at her nervousness, and he leaned forward with his hands temporarily folded on his lap.

    “Lucy, you don’t have to overthink this.      I just want you, okay? Whatever you      can give me this time is good enough.”

He started following in her example and pulled his shirt of fully, then tossed it to the floor.

Once Victor was comfortably seated, Lucy moved to stand in front of her bureau. There, she faced him with a coy smile, fangs just visible at the bitten pad of her lower lip. Excitement fluttered again at her core– the thrill of revealing one of her fantasies.

    “Very well.”

Lucy’s eyes never left Victor’s face as she opened the top drawer and reached inside, beneath her folded undergarments–        —and lifted out a lifelike rubber phallus and leather harness.

    “May I?”

Victor squirmed in place, despite trying to stay still. He loved secrets hidden away in drawers, and he waited, wondering if Lucy was intentionally drawing out the reveal for emphasis, he started to bunch up the blanket slightly in a faint instinct to nest. He’d have to do that later, if he still had energy after Lucy’s bold endeavor.

When his eyes finally caught the surprise, he tried his hardest not to smile too much. How the fuck did he get so lucky? Without second thought, he nodded at first.

    “You may. Please.”

Lucy laughed softly as she bumped her bedroom door open and led Victor in. It was a clean space, bright and cheery even with a lack of windows. 

    “Is that bad? I think informed consent is sexy.” She giggled again, leading him towards her bed. Excitement bubbled at her core, and she knew her heart would be racing if it still could.

    “Do you prefer surprises?” Lucy leaned up on tiptoe to kiss Victor, her smile wide. “Then sit down and close your eyes while I get ready…”

Victor did not actually prefer surprises. Not because he didn’t want whatever Lucy had in store for him, but because he was probably the most impatient person in the world. He did sit down on the edge of her bed as he was told, but his eyes remained wide open.

    “I wanna watch you.”

“Oh, I’m no soul-stealer.”

Lucy giggled softly, and took Victor’s hands in her own, urging him to follow her. She was smiling widely, and spared a glance over her shoulder towards her bedroom door.

  “But…” She bit her lower lip coyly, “Perhaps you’ll entertain something new? Something I’ve only read about… but I’ve wanted to try it.. with you.. for some time…”

    “Is it really stealing if I give      it willingly?”

Victor was almost dazed for a moment, and then he spared a glance over his own shoulder, back at his work, just to make sure he didn’t leave out anything that could turn corrosive in the near future. But everything would be safe out of his supervision. He could focus completely on Lucy.

    “You’re asking a scientist if he      wants to experiment?”

He was half-surprised he hadn’t melted already. How did he get this lucky?

“You mean like.. oh.”

Lucy couldn’t blush, but the way she smiled would confirm that she knew exactly what Victor meant. Like many creatures, they had a mating season. She giggles, pulling one wrist free of his hold to cover her mouth. 

   “Oh, I’m sorry, I understand now,” She replied, leaning down to kiss him sweetly. His confession had given her ideas now that she knew he wasn’t trying to be offensive.

   “Do you really want that?” Lucy plucked at Victor’s shirt buttons playfully, leaning over him. An almost devious smile curving her pale mouth. 

   “For me to have my way with you?     You might find me more adventurous than you think, Darling…”

Oh, fuck, he was so gone for Lucy. All the dizzying, breathless buzzing in his nerves ramped up again immediately with her fingers playing with his buttons. She didn’t even need to fucking touch him directly and he was already under her spell. In the very back of his mind where rational thought struggled to stay relevant, he was relieved that he was able to explain things clearly enough without angering her.

Although, what things Lucy could do if he had gotten her a little angry...a different thought for a different night.

    “Forgive me. You’re just...”

He hummed low and needy.

    “I wish you could see yourself sometimes,      the way I see you. You drive me wild, Lucy.      You have me.”

His fingers gripped her skirt, his nails threatening to poke holes in the fabric.