does it terrify you

chaol crochan intro

hugo vega intro 

ender malikov intro

haku intro

Skepticism is fair. I had plenty. But trying SweetDream costs you an evening and might surprise you the way it surprised me. Building a companion is fun, and the first real conversation does most of the convincing.

Ender’s currently freshly flushed and indulgent sight didn’t exactly go unoticed by Jackson, how could it not? There’s a little flick of his eyes down the fellow witches body, there’s a few lingering looks at those marks and freshly bruished bites on Ender’s necek as a down right delivish smirk cut along Jackson’s face. My, his boy had been up to something naughty, hadn’t he?  Thankfully the others reaction to him didn’t seem to be something so negative as Jackson took a few steps towards Ender, gliding with that usual confidence Jackson always seemed to be possess– as if he never had anything in his life denied to him. “Ender- baby- “ he hummed as hand reached out to brush his knuckles aginst a mark or two on the others neck. “My- someone’s been playing the little slut. Am I allowed to be proud?” His voice dancing over like a magical spell of it’s own. 

Those eyes met Enders as he finally seemed to address that other question.  “I’m here to see you- obviously. Why else would I drag my ass halfway around the world to end up at this..” He gave a little wave to the building above them. “ little scanturary, I suppose. It’s a far cry from my loft at home. “  He pointed out as he dropped his hand down by his side. 

“So you’re gonna tell me about the boy that put you in such a state?” Jackson teased, clicking his tongue with a little smirk, already teasing him like nothing had happened between them. 

When Jackson took those steps towards him the air didn’t just escape him this time but the room around them. His head tilted at the touch to the marks on his neck and he bit his bottom lip to keep himself from letting out a moan or other sound that would give him away. It was still a mystery why this witch could bring him to his knees so easily, what about Jackson made Ender feel like he was being possessed in ways no one else could ever make him feel. “Had to find someone to keep me entertained while you were off in your fancy loft playing with others.” Crass words but he did enjoy playing this game, toying this line, with Jackson. “It’s been a while, was I not allowed to be a slut and get my needs filled elsewhere?” 

Turning his head to face Jackson their faces were close to each other but not close enough to close the gap between them, not yet anyway. Still the air between them was charged with that desire and electricity and Ender knew it wouldn’t be long before he was falling to his knees in front of him. “Should I feel honored you left your other toys to come find me? Does this mean I am your favorite?” Part of him hoped so but he wouldn’t never admit it out loud, let Jackson see how far he had fallen all those years ago for him. Love and affection wasn’t in his blood.

“I could but maybe he is more of a kiss and don’t tell kind of pet. The last thing I want to do is scare the poor boy away, not when his mouth can do wondrous things to my dick.”

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Witches didn’t live long lives, not compared to most of the rest of the more naturally imbued creatures around the world but all that really meant was that they connections they did have, tended to stand out when they happened. Be it for love or power or sex- witches could forge the most strongest bonds of the entier world. Or Jackson tended to believe so. Which is perhaps is why he found himself standing in Ender’s room- out of the blue after years, and years away, without contact and still felt like he wasn’t about to have a bottle thrown at his head for such a sudden appearance -

Ender had been that boy that could never escape his mind- the coven bond between them so strong that half the time they had sex, it felt like the most intense sex magic either of them had ever seen.  It had been more than fireworks in the mind, it had felt…well, cosmic. 

His head tilted as he heard the door to Ender’s room start to creek open and he just brushed his tongue along his lower lip as his eyes fell upon the vision of beauty that still took his breath away after all those years. 

“Hello sweetheart.” The words rolled off his tongue as natural as ever, his eyes glowing with that oh so powerful magic the witch held inside him. “Daddy’s home.” 

He was in one of his morning robes, hair a mess as he moved back towards his rooms at the chatuae. His neck was now scattered with marks and soft bites from the night before with his new play thing oh so eager to take take and take whatever Ender gave him. The Malikov witch had barely been able to slip out of Emery’s room before he woke deciding that he was going to need a shower before he moved about the residence as if he owned the place like he did most days.

Opening the door, he froze when he saw a familiar face standing there causing all air in his lungs to escape him. The last time he had seen that smirk directed at him was in New York almost four years ago and yet as he stood there hearing that drawl directed at him it felt like no time had passed at all. “Jackson,” he breathed out as he stared at the one man he never once dared to share with his brother; Jackson had been all his back then. Not even aware he was doing it he took a few steps forward almost as if it was against his will not caring with how much of a mess he looked right then. “What--what are you doing here?” Not that he wasn’t pleased to see him, he was. Ender was just confused. 

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“I knew what he was, I wasn’t blind but….I never thought he would do that, not to my mother.” Quentin said with obvious pain in his voice at the memory. Ksenia had been beloved by their people, she was kind and sophisticated, a powerful witch in her own right and yet his father hadn’t seemed to hesitate to kill her when it suited him to do so, to teach his rebellious son a lesson. Now Q was paying the price of his arrogance. 

As soon as Ender mentioned Esme, Quen felt another wave of guilt roll over him. He had wanted to take his sister with him when he fled but she had already been married off for a more powerful political foothold. “He made her marry someone from one of the rival covens. The last I saw of her was on her wedding day before she left Moscow. She wrote letters for a while.”

Ender was also surprised that their father took it out on Ksenia, not that he voiced this thought out loud. The older brother had seen the few times their father looked towards the woman with an expression that was a lot like love, or as close to it as Dimitri Malikov could get to that emotion. Ender had no idea who his mother was, she either didn’t stay around long enough after her twins were born or his father killed her shortly after but Ksenia--she had been the only one of their father’s consorts that managed to keep his good graces and her head. “You know how he works,” Ender said repeating almost the exact thing Quentin had said moments before. “You shouldn’t blame yourself but you know how he works.” How many times had he punished Leo for his own actions and vise versa? When Dimitri found a weakness he poked at it like an exposed nerve to get what he wanted. 

Married. His little sister was married. It was like ice being poured through his veins and he had to move to sit back down in the chair before his legs threatened to give out. He had missed her wedding-- “Was it to Маркус?” The Russian was thick on his tongue like honey. It was the only person he could think that thier father would marry her off to to strengthen the Malikov legacy now that his prized twins were gone. “Did she say she was happy?”

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Alexander knew what he was doing. How could he not when they had spent so much time together in the past? He had learned all the ways that there were to lure him in – to make him crave him in ways that defied reality. If Kaleb had to compare the hunger that he had for Alexander in that precise moment as his Maker continued to caress his manhood over his leather pants – he would compare it to the need that vampires had to drink blood. It made him hot inside and set his entire body onto overdrive. His thoughts were incoherent – just jumbled words – and the need to claim what he most wanted was sky rocketing as his throat burned as it became dry. It was the very same sensation of being thirsty.

“You’re funny. You actually think we will make it to a bed.” If the other vampire continued to touch him like that, to put some pressure against his groin and make him harder than he already was, Kaleb would have absolutely no issue of taking what he wanted exactly where they stood. He couldn’t care less about being caught. He did love a good show… the only difference would be that they wouldn’t be as comfortable as they would in his bed. “Maybe I won’t rip it out…” Kaleb’s hand closed around Alexander’s hand as quickly as he could, lips soon following on sucking on that lonesome digit that was pointed at him. It wasn’t what he was in the mood to suck… but Alexander couldn’t be the only one teasing. He too had needs.

“Let’s go. Now.” Still holding onto his lover’s hand, Kaleb made his way down to the basement on a record time, not even bothering to check whether or not they were followed as he entered onto his own room, Alexander closely behind. It was a typical vampire room. No windows, candles to produce a more inviting scenario. Some rooms were in black and red but Kaleb took his heritage onto consideration. Expensive fur covered the bed in light brown tones, fur carpets of pristine white on the ground. He always did like his fur – just like his ancestors who lived in the snowy tundra. “Maybe I just want to keep your lace for myself…” Hands caressed Alexander’s arms slowly, almost like he was a work of art that Kaleb needed to protect… “So that I’ll have your smell whenever I crave you – but please, Daddy, show me this present of yours.”

They stepped into Kaleb’s room and though he had stepped foot there many times before, he still smiled at the sight of it. While Alexander spent most of his life wrapped in royal colors rich jeweled tones and silk, Kaleb always tended to surround himself with furs and more earthly tones. It was different, like day and night, between the two but Alex loved it. He wouldn’t admit it but at times when he missed Kaleb when they were separated he would find one of the fur blankets he stole from the fledgling and wrapped himself up in it pretending he was with the other. Again, not that he would admit it out loud knowing how it sounded... 

Turning to face Kaleb he gently began to unbutton his shirt that he decided to wear that night and slipped out of it with a grace that only came with being on this earth for 500 years now. Shedding out of it he wasted no time removing the rest of the clothes until he was finally just standing there in the black lace that barely covered his crotch and perky cheeks when he turned around and did a small spin to show off the underwear. 

“So?” His voice was smug as he asked already knowing the answer, “Do you like your surprise? Maybe if you are good I’ll let you keep them.” After all how many shirts and blankets of Kaleb’s had Alex walked away with over these centuries? 

As the other spoke, Quentin’s eyes drew back down to the book in his lap before turning it over to see the cover once more. Truth be told he’d selected it at random from the many shelves around him, but something about it had spoken to him, drawn him in. “Admittedly not very far.” Q chuckled, showing his modest way through the book, but he had only been reading for a few hours and while Quentin was an avid reader, he was distracted with thoughts of his brother, the life he’d fled and what had happened to his mother. “It is certainly an interesting read and I’ve not worked my way to the real heart of it yet, but I’m enjoying it. What made you pick it up when you first arrived?”

Hugo nodded his head when he was told where the other was at. Grabbing the nearest seat he pulled it over and sat on it backwards so he was straddling the back of it and resting his arms on the top. The boy in front of him had his fullest attention and he was listening to what he honestly thought of the book so far. “Have you met the character Aiden yet? Was not my favorite out of the series but that was just because of how the author wrote him. He makes you want to hate him until--” the wolf paused and shook his head catching himself before he spoiled the big climax of the second book. “I read his things before and wanted to think of it as if I was finding an old friend when I arrived here. A comfort of sorts. What made you draw to it?” 

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Kaleb was the sort of man that collected partners like he would go through shirts. Most of them were expendable – a one-time only fling and the novelty would wear off. There was always those that made him come back for more, the ones with a spine and bold enough to keep the events in the bedroom somewhat entertaining and never boring. But Alexander? There was a strange addiction to the older vampire. Maybe because he was his maker or perhaps due to the simple fact that Alexander had that confidence that turned him on in all the right ways. Being with him for little over a century had made them get closer – probably as close as he would ever become emotionally to someone. It was not love – but it was genuine care. A hunger that only one man would be able to satisfy.

“Lace…” There was a pause in Kaleb’s speech as he remained as close as humanly possible to his maker. He could feel the pressure of their bodies increasing the need that burned hot inside. The arousal that kept growing – one fake breath at a time. “You spoil me.” The vampire had to admit that the idea of Alexander bending over a bed wearing lace was such a damn turn on that it was quite remarkable that he wasn’t tearing the older vampire’s clothes off his body on the spot. “Does daddy want to be properly worshiped?” Kaleb had learned from the best. On how to taunt and tease – dragging his tongue ever so slowly up Alex’s neck. “All I want now is to rip your clothes off and see how good you look in those.” And the better he looked, the harder he would give it to his Maker. “Your room or mine, Daddy? I really want to see how perfect your ass looks like that – before I rip it off with my teeth.”

Smirking he kept the rest of his fact neutral except for his eyes; those were filled with the lust and every naughty plan he had for Kaleb once they got alone. One of his hands reached up to cup the other’s cheek while his left found its mark once again on the cock that rested inside those ridiculously tight pants begging to be set free. “You like the idea of that?” Alexander had hoped so, it was one reason he had bought them; so Kaleb would have that very look on his face he had now as well as make the vampire feel pretty. He liked feeling pretty. 

Squeezing once at the clothed cock he took one more step back as he declared, “yours, I don’t feel like getting my bed all messed up today. The maids just got it just the way I like it.” Turning he took a few steps in the direction of Kaleb’s room before he stopped and pointed a finger at him with a frown, “and don’t you dare rip this lace, cuore mio. Or I will make sure that you never get to see this ass in lace again. I had it hand made and it cost me a pretty little penny.” Not that money was really a problem for him and he was mostly teasing anyway. Mostly. 

Emery shivered under Ender’s gaze, more of his skin becoming flushed. He was never looked at like this–not even previous partners stared at him like Ender was now, as if he was actually wanted and desired. It was almost overwhelming for the witch. He let out a shaky breath, his body shivering from the praise and soft kisses as blood was going straight down south. “I-I loved it,” Ems managed to say, moving his head further back to reveal more skin. “I loved being your good boy. I want…can you use me, please, Daddy?” he added in a quiet voice. 

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It had taken him a while but finally after over a year of searching Quentin had finally managed to track down at least one of his brothers. He didn’t know much about the Chateau, rumours here and there mostly, so he wasn’t sure what to expect of the place when he finally arrived. Quentin took about a month to truly settle in, always feeling on edge like his father was around every corner looking for him. After his mother’s death, Q had fled knowing it was only a matter of time before either he was to join her or to be trapped by his father’s will forever and he wasn’t prepared to allow either option to happen. For the most part the young Malikov had kept to himself, sticking to the shadows he inhabited until he was certain the place was safe. Sitting in one of the many rooms of the Chateau, book in his lap, Q looked up when he felt the presence of another in the room. 

“That is one of my favorites,” Hugo said softly breaking the silence that hung over the room around them. He motioned with his head to the book that was in the other’s lap and offered a soft smile at the boy who was reading it. “I read it when I first arrived and was hooked.” Since his own arrival he kept to himself, quiet and lost in the pain that was filling his soul never seeming to end. Yet the sight of someone else reading the book that had helped him when he first arrived here was enough for him to spark a conversation, or at last attempt to. “How far have you gotten into it?” As the wolf asked he moved a few steps closer to the other. “I found the way the author wrote the time jumps was captivating and enchanting.”

“So I went on another date last night. And it went well until we got on the subject of food.” Manny shook his head and flopped down on the couch in the common room. He sighed out loud dramatically, adjusting his crop top and looking over at his friend with an eye roll. “I mean food? Out of all things? It wasn’t politics, species, or indifferences on having children, it was food.” He moved with a ton of energy and sat up. “And let me tell you, I’ve been around for a while, so you would think I’ve been through all the types of disagreements with men, but this shocked the hell out of me.” he glared. 

“But no this man literally told me he couldn’t date me, because I was in Louisiana and had the ‘nerve’ to not like seafood.” Manny did air quotes when he said ‘nerve’. “I was like I am sorry that I was practically raised around shrimp and catfish and you guys eat them like drinking water.” Manny ranted. 

“But you wouldn’t think that that would be a deal breaker?” He looked at the other with the shake of his head. “I was willing to ignore his seafood breath… so why couldn’t they get over my shivering disgust for people slurping on oysters.” He leaned back into the couch. “I mean some men are just toxic and give off little dick energy.” He was definitely 324 years old and using the words of today. “What do you think?”

Chaol looked up from where he was pretending to read the book in his hands and raised an eyebrow when Manny began to describe his date in detail. Slowly he closed his book much more interested in the story that was being told to him about this lousy date. Not that he was really reading it in the first place - he still wasn’t sure why anyone really read books to be honest, not when TV existed -. 

“So I’m guessing you didn’t get laid then?” The serenity that was in his voice was real, hoping for some kind of action between the two of them to keep him satisfied as he was going through a dry spell himself. “Shame, I was hoping you finally landed a huge dick finally. But oh no, I agree with you. There is always going to have to be some compromise when it comes to relationships but yeah no. You are in the right here, my love.” 

  Ben was excited and been looking forward to this for awhile now. He had missed the other and it was not everyday that someone got a chance to talk to the person they loved after thinking that they might have been dead for a very long time. Ben had gotten someone else to cover his shift for the day. The doctor smiled has he put on his jacket and texted Chol that he was on his way. He was excited and so nervous. 

He grab his keys before walking out of his place and locking the door behind him. Ben had discovered a nice coffee shop and asked Chol to meet him there. The place was not too far and so it did not take him long. He stood and took a deep breathe before walking into the coffee shop and waving at the other when they noticed him. “Hey!” he spoke has he slowly walked towards them. 

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To say that he was nervous was an understatement. It felt like his hands were sweaty as he wiped them on his pants for what felt like the hundredth time as he waited for that familiar face to walk in through the door. Rarely he traveled outside the chateau borders, wanting to stay as close as he could to it for safety but for Ben-- Chaol would go through hell and back again just for a glimpse at the man. 

The bell above the door rang and Chaol jumped up when he spotted him only realizing how silly that made him look to the others seated near him. Slowly he sat back down with a blush on his cheeks and saved back with a small and yet timid, “hello.” It had been nearly ten years and there was Ben standing in front of him smiling at him like they were young all over again; butterflies erupted in his stomach. “Did you just get off work?”