bloody mary

"If you insist." Cairo enjoyed his time with Ilya just as much granted he understood things between them were uncomplicated because he was omitting things. A lot of things and now the amount of omissions was getting larger and larger. He was doing the one thing he wasn't supposed to do, get attached. Raphael he wasn't worried about. He wasn't the unhinged one. Lucien obviously was a problem, Noel he wasn't sure about ever, and it was hard to tell if that was it. Did he have other siblings out there like him and would they be normal or would they also want to kill him. That alone was enough to think on he didn't have the time to fathom how Ilya would take any of the truth of his life so was fine keeping that from him. It was for the best he just never knew the truth. It was obvious he didn't care for either of his parents and he couldn't imagine spending a holiday with Ilya as his date with Raph and Lucien.

He could stare at his face for as long as his eternity went for. Something he wasn't ashamed to admit to himself, being within his company always had the vampire feeling content, even happy. Rather unusual for someone like him, who kept others at a distance in a way. Finding little boxes they fit into to solve whatever needs arose, they had their place and rarely have they ever left it. Not with Cairo, there wasn't a box he could simply put him in-- nor did he want to. He wasn't the first to not fit, to have his attention in such a way that there wasn't a box for him. Someone he hadn't thought about in a long while had been the same, a long time ago in an era much different than this one.

Cairo took the invitation to follow Ilya into his suite. In that outfit he'd follow him anywhere. The younger felt hypnotized by the swaying of the vampires hips, it taking all of him not to grab Ilya and take him against the wall. He was forced to make an adjustment to hide the arousal the other caused thankful he had a moment before Ilya returned to him. There was a reason Raph always said to bring fresh cut flowers.

There was that feeling again once the two were pressed close to one another, a feeling he tried his best not to delve more into. In moments like these he couldn't deny himself such thoughts, the warmth of his embrace enveloped him. "Of course." He'd say, slender, pale fingers fiddled with the present, helping him as he slid the needle point through the fabric. Once the brooch was in place he couldn't stop himself from smoothing over the fabric around it, observing the way it looked on the other.

Cairo knew what Ilya was going to be wearing to the event and tried to match as well as he could with him and impress both of his parents. Never an easy feat to fit everyone's tastes, but Cairo, despite himself, would always pine for that validation from all fronts. It was something he was working on, might be something Lucien built into him. Either way he'd soon find out what Ilya thought as he knocked on the councilman's door after straightening his suit finding it odd he was nervous. It had been so long since he felt nervous over something so inconsequential.

The holiday itself meant nothing to him, had he been back in his own castle he wouldn't have done much for it. Being at Krovs meant he was expected to participate in the ongoings, in the parties that decorated the halls of the castle. Much like everything else in his life he didn't do it halfway, going out of his way to become something remarkable. Mostly for a certain witch than anyone else, the very man that was now at his door. He knew he was there before he even knocked, hearing his heart from where he had been standing. The vampire would look at himself once more in the mirror before attending to the door, and the person on the otherside.

"Tu m'as manqué aussi, amore mio" Cairo breathed against that lovely skin getting lost in the moment mixing Italian and French barely aware as he was so close to climax with Ilya clinging to him, saying and doing everything he asked. He would die a thousand times to come back for another night like this. Moving his hand over Ilya's skin he let the electricity play, a low voltage that just teased the skin and raised the hair on his body as he moaned his name against his ear before tracing the shell with his teeth.

He would burn this moment in time within his own memories, an important place he would go back to in time. If only he could capture it as it was, the way he felt in the moment now that he had him back with him. The moment he felt him come undone, filling him with his warmth he allowed himself to let go. To let the throws of passion over take him as he came undone, holding the other tighter to himself as he groaned something incoherent. The bit of electricity that moved over his skin, within his body, enticing him in a way he'd only ever seen from the witch.

Cairo knew Ilya would be somewhere at the event as he was a councilman. He just wasn't really sure where they were at any given time for a lot of reasons. Both had things they weren't being completely honest about or so Cairo assumed. He'd still not said anything about what happened to him always differing to his report when it was brought up. Ilya didn't have a high opinion of the people involved as it was. It felt like an after Christmas conversation.

The name was not something he recognized, though he rarely kept up with the modern culture that surrounded them. Not one to really watch movies even when they were silent, though he made a note to look into this Bateman when he had the chance. His brows drew in close as he spoke about telling him what he was going to wear. "I should have? I didn't realize I had to." He tilted his head to the side, thinking back to when he was told he had to and not recalling it. Blue eyes stare at the other, wondering just what he was thinking, his head always a curiosity to the vampire.

“Magic is fun Ilya.” Svein stepped out of the shadow and walked towards the beautiful thick boy and he stepped on his chest, putting him on his place. “I did.” He confirmed. “And you know that means, I get to own your body and flesh and do every desire I have of it.” He reached down and grabbed him by his hair and pulled him up, so he was directly facing his bulge. He shoved Ilya’s face on his exposed abdomen, rubbing it as if he was a rug he used. “You should worship your owner Ilya.” He placed his fingers between his lips and slid two open, before fingering his throat. “Don’t make a sound or I’d slap you.” He warned and fucked his throat with his digits. “Look at me Ilya. Tell me who owns you.” He made him speak while gagging him. It was fun. Being impatient himself, he slapped his face hard. “I asked you a question slut. Who owns you?”

Svein truly enjoyed the halloween, with the lavish party they threw, it was the cherry on top he needed. The night also had some effects on him, heightened magic abilities and his senses were sharper than usual. He nursed a strong drink in hand as his eyes followed the beautiful man. He wore what looked a rabbit costume and his eyes instantly went to his huge globes of ass. The alcohol made him ripe for sex and whatever chemical they put there, the councilman wouldn’t question it.

Ilya kept moving deeper into the darkness in an attempt to keep away from the other. His attempts were for nothing as he was found then tripped sending him to the ground. Had it been anyone else he would have been annoyed, but knowing it was Svein he let it go. He'd look up at the other as he shifted onto his knees. "Magic is cheating." He'd say, eyeing him up from the spot he landed at. It had been some time since he'd seen the other, he had come to truly miss him and the antics they got up to together.

"If you keep saying that I'm going to think you really mean it." He breathed against the vampire's ear after breaking the passionate kiss they'd been exchanging, though he knew Ilya meant it. Cairo wasn't new to relationships. Whether the people he'd been with existed or not, those moments had been real for him in every aspect and he'd gotten from it what Lucien intended. It didn't help the situation in the least and it wasn't one of those things he continuously avoid. Ilya wouldn't allow it.

The words hung on the tip of his tongue-- hanging there for him to say again. He didn't need to, he knew that and he was sure Cairo did too. This relationship between them had grown into something he'd never really imagined. Relationships such as this had never been a forefront of his attention, the longest he had was with his own sire. That sat within it's own box, different from everything else, a connection formed through a bond he couldn't have stopped. This was different, a choice he made to pursue, and he felt closer to him than he had to anyone in the long years he'd been living. Every move he made reminded him of that, the pleasure that moved through him felt deeper.

open starter — location: the game room bar.

It wasn't often he found himself in the game room unless it was to entertain important, and powerful men. As a way to earn their trust before he eventually uses them for his own gain-- this time he seemed rather pulled to the room. It was as it always was, the place gave off the scent of subtle adrenaline as past games floated within the air. Of great loss and great gain, gambling wasn't a sport he dipped his feet into, relying mostly on firm odds rather than leaning into chance. With the exception of right now, lening into that chance once he'd entered the room, making his way to the bar and waving to the 'tender behind it. It was then that he noticed the other guest, lingering at the very bar he was, his eyes scanned his form as it registered just who he was.

"As you wish, mon bijou." Cairo breathed against lips he couldn't get enough of though had to pace himself now he had to breathe. His impatience was apparent as magic was used to remove the rest of their clothes and to lube up his own cock. He needed to be in Ilya, needing some kind of connection to remind him this world was real and he was still part of it.

Ever impressed with Cairo's use of his magic, the way he used it to remove what he'd been wearing in a flick of a wrist. To say he didn't find that arousing would have been a lie, though his mind had been rather elsewhere. He wanted to feel him in the closest way he could think of, to feel him buried deep to remind myself that he was here. He hadn't realized how much he had missed the younger until now, until he was clinging onto him as though he might just slip through his fingers.