Bad Things

When the man told him that he should leave, Nik stood up and shook his head. “I had just hoped for a more enthusiastic response. It’s my fault for expecting too much. I should have figured that old blood would be better. I haven’t seen you in decades, Lysander. Stay with me. Please? You’ve kept yourself up to date with my life, which surprises me. And yet, I haven’t done the same. For that, I’m sorry. This past decade alone has been hectic. You could never ruin a friendship that spans more than ten centuries.” He sighed. “Why I ever try to hide anything from you, I’ll never know. I’m a stubborn man, you know this. You’re one of my oldest friends, so please… Stay with me. You know why I’ve always tried my damnedest to keep you close, Lysander. Don’t pretend that you don’t. You know why I’ve always stuck by your side, every battle we fought and every war we won. So just stay. And tell me… When did you know?”

Sapphire hues watched as the other man rose to his feet - one of the rare times someone stood above him was when he was sitting and they were standing - and he looked up at the other blond as he spoke. Of course, Lysander had far more selfish reasons to keep up to date with the other’s life - he was a council member, and Lysander was one that often kept up-to-date with their on-goings to see who would benefit him and who wouldn’t. He waited until the other finished with his speech before he rose to his feet, massive frame dwarfing the smaller blond as he stared down at him, and he bridged the gap until there was only about two feet between them. “Truthfully? As soon as we met,” Lysander stated coolly, smirk teasing his lips. “It’s hard to keep one’s desire a secret from an Alpha.” With that, he pressed his lips to Niklaus’ in a searing kiss, lifting the younger vampire up so that his legs were at the appropriate height to wrap around his waist.

“Can’t we switch it up now? Who needs a damn drink after all, hm? What do you say?” Zachary tilted his head to the side, making sure his eyes looked hungrily at the other man. He was so big and of course, that was Zach’s biggest turn on in a man. “Oh really? Makes some of your guys feel special, I bet.” Zach knew he felt pretty special.

“Well, you are the guest here, Zachary,” the larger man said, cheeky smile teasing his lips as he let his glass hover inches in front of his mouth. “You get to decide what we do. So tell me, Zachary... what shall we do?” he questioned with a quirk of his brow, a salacious smile still playing upon his lips. He could see the way that Zachary looked at him and he knew that, sooner or later, the younger vampire was going to be impaled by his cock.

Maintaining a relaxed poise was proving to be quite a difficult task. He’s always been so nervous around Lysander. His mere size alone was intimidating, able to cause even the largest behemoth to tremble in fear and submit to him. Matthew closed the door, wondering if staying in the same room was a wise choice given his tense nerves. Nevertheless, he realized showing hospitality and kindness shouldn’t hurt. After all, Lysander was a guest in his home. Matthew needed to be a decent host. “Yes, I came by to check on a few things. I didn’t expect you to be staying here as well,” he replied, forcing a polite smile. His light green eyes shifted to the bottle, instantly refusing the offer. “I don’t drink—” Mid sentence, Lysander assured him the blood was synthetic, causing a sheepish chuckle and a sigh of relief to escape his lips. He led the older vampire to the living area, sitting across from him shortly with two glasses in hand. “I appreciate the welcome, Councilman Romanos,” came Matthew’s reply, fingers taping the cushioned chair. “When was the last time we talked? Centuries, I believe.” No harm in small talk. Hopefully their conversation would remain pleasant the entire evening. 

He didn’t expect he’d be staying there as well... Oh, of course he didn’t. If he had known, he wouldn’t have been there right now... But Lysander didn’t let it be known what his thoughts were. Instead he watched as Matthew chuckled, and he walked over to the living room area behind him. Eyes found the two glasses - and he found himself mentally preparing for the appalling taste of synthetic blood - and he moved to sit down across from Matthew, his large form becoming less imposing. “It was, I believe, when we last had our vote,” Lysander said with a click of his tongue before he leaned back against his seat. “How have you been since, Matthew? Made any progeny?” he asked, but he knew the answer. He didn’t know Matthew that well, but the fact that he drank synthetic blood told him everything - he hated being a vampire, and he wouldn’t want to put that on anyone else.

Rainer was hardly a stupid man. He noted that his old friend had chosen not to respond to his question, but he knew better than to press the issue. It was not that important, and he was sure he’d learn the truth before too long anyhow. He took another long sip of his wine and sighed as he set the glass down on the coffee table. “You are certainly right about that,” he said, leaning back into the couch once more. “Tell me, Lysander, what kind of boys are you most interested in at the moment?”

Though Rainer was only a fraction of his own age, he knew that the other councilman was far from stupid, and he could see the wheels turning in his head. Of course, he was glad that his friend didn’t press on further, but if anyone were to hear his thoughts, Lysander could simply wave them off and tell them he’s changed with the modern times. Even still, as the topic shifted, Lysander held his cup near his mouth as he contemplated the words. “Mm... aesthetics wise... I like them all, though I am partial to physiques similar to my own but... personality wise, I happen to prefer those that have a bit of bite to them. Ones that are compliant can be nice and all, but... a slave that isn’t afraid to speak his mind? I quite like that.” It was why he had a preference for the fae.

Rowan giggled as the man referred to himself as a Greek God, and he bit his lip. “Let me guess… Heracles? He’d be a demi god though. Perhaps Ares?” He laughed and kissed along the man’s chest, humming to himself as his hand trailed down his abdomen. “I’m stronger than I look, Lysander.” He swung a leg over the man and seated his bare bottom on the man’s lap, circling his hips and running his fingertips along his chest. He could feel the other man’s cock under his rear, and he bit his lip. “You seem big. I want it, Lysander.” He leaned down and paused before he could kiss the man. “Can.. I kiss you?”

“Never asked what you think.” Raiden clarified no hint of a smile or dimples on him as he glared at the large form across from him less than intimidated. He was all teeth and claws on the inside, everything in him telling him to tear the heart out of this creature just as he had his father’s. His eyes became villainous slits. “I’m the one askin questions.” His voice was shifting, the things inside him battling to get out and take the hybrid infront of him apart. He smelled like that part of himself he despised, even more so because he knew what it meant. It wasn’t like his father could have willed himself into another, plus the scent wasn’t all his father, it was mixed, mixed as his was. “Tell me was your father dragon?” He didn’t bank on this kind of thing. He’d never had family and doubted anything good could come of it. His father was a power hunger bastard and he didn’t fall far from the tree, so there was no doubt this big bastard was any better. 

Eclipse had taken the two guards for a good run, legs carrying him down three halls before he managed to make it to the double doors for the garden. He used his shoulder to get through them, not stopping to open the doors gently. He didn’t get far, however, the first guard grabbing him by the right arm while the other went for his left. He struggled until he found his right arm being tucked behind his back, a sharp pain causing him to fall still. He thought the male was goingbto break his arm, but then a man standing off to the side told the guards to leave him. Once released he moved to straighten up his clothes, bright blue eyes moving to the guard that let him go before moving to the master. “A discussion?” He turned his head to the side. “About what?” He glanced at the guards who seemed ready to grab him again if he mouthed off. “…Sure…lets have a discussion…or whatever..”

The Omega watched as his Alpha sat on the edge of his desk, blinking up at him. “It was just a bit of fun, Alpha.. I’m sure he will find out soon enough that your cock is not small.” he sighed, rolling his eyes and taking another bite of his apple. Swallowing down the bite he nodded, “Of course I do.. Why, you going to sack me for lying to that guy?” he asked, raising a brow. 

Another light blush hit his cheeks as he stared up at the other. The question had been stupid, and it wasn’t until the man chuckled that he realized how stupid it was. At the mention of his progeny being part fae the youth turned his head lightly to the side. “Really? I’ve only known two vampire fae while living here. Does he live here? In the castle?” He bit his bottom lip hard as he blushed still. “I’ve only really ever been with vampires…one wolf and a human..but since being brought here it’s mostly been vampires.” He had been a slave so vampires had been all he’d really experienced in his life so far.

Safe to say, Krov’s wasn’t one of Matthew’s favorite places to be in. He despised everything the Castle stood for, despite him being the main reason why operations still continued to this day. To make his stay a bit more bearable, the vampire had trinkets, decor, and ornaments from home brought over. Matthew liked the ambience of a cozy log cabin during a winter storm. It reminded him of fond memories of his childhood. After adding the finishing touches to his newly adorned suite, Matthew plopped down on the sofa and sighed. He closed his eyes for a brief second until hearing a knock on the door. Rising to his feet, he wondered who the unexpected visitor was and answered them. He instantly froze, gazing upon an all too familiar face which left Matthew’s jaw dropping slightly. “O-Oh, hello, Lysander.” Matthew cleared his throat before speaking, trying to regain a proper composure. The younger councilman bit his bottom lip and stepped aside. “Would you like to come in?” he hesitantly offered.

Raiden was doing his rounds when a familiar smell touched his nose. It was faint and impossible. He stalked it, moving from room to room focused on finding it growling and gnashing his teeth at any that stepped in his way. Most clearing a path. Raiden feared for a lot of reasons. He wasn’t the most gentle guard. Eventually he found the source of the scent and watched the other a short moment before his anger got the best of him. It wasn’t the same as his father, but similar enough to get his attention. For a moment he’d thought that bastard somehow found his way back to life. Instead he found something like him. Able to smell the wolf and dragon. Different and yet somehow the same. “You.” He growled shoving the other from behind so he knew damn well who he was talking to. “Who the fuck are you.” 

“And what if my wish is something that even you cannot grant me Lysander?” He askedplayfully but his intent was known. No slave wanted to be a slave, well ecept for that big one down in the undercroft with scars on his back. 

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Oh, this one was cheeky. With a chuckle, Lysander simply lifted his shoulders in a shrug. “Well, your wish is my command within reason.” Of course he wouldn’t just give a slave freedom, but he could at least make his time in the Undercroft, or at the castle, just a bit more comfortable. “Barring leaving the castle, I can give you essentially anything you wish.” Stopping at the stairs that led out of the Undercroft, the Master gestured to them. “After you, Oanne.” 

“I’m very fine with that.” He winked at the very built master and took his glass of bloodwine. “Thank you.” Having  a sip, he felt like moaning softly, just to tease the other, but he didn’t. Instead, he said, “This tastes very nice.” The vampire took his seat and leaned back. “A better seat would’ve been on your lap, but I understand you want this to be about getting to know one another.” He smirked. “What is your favorite way to spend the day?”

The man’s words had the vampire curling his eyebrow up. “On the contrary, I merely offered you the option of getting a drink or getting to the main course, and you chose the option of a drink. If anything, you are the one that would rather get to know one another.” It was clear that the other was the teasing type, but Lysander was not one that would be made a fool and told he did something he didn’t do. "But I suppose, to answer your question, my favorite way to spend the day is with a handsome gentleman alongside me,” he said, making sure to take a drink while a subtle smirk played upon his lips.

Taking the vampires hand he stood slowly before gaining his composure. After taking a deep breath he followed after the man as they began walking. “You can call me Rooster. Walking into the mas suite he whistled a sound of appreciation. :You know, you vampires could heal the world with the money you spend on this place.”

Rooster. An unusual name for a man that smelled of cattle, but he said nothing - he figured if the other would trust him enough, he’d tell him how the nickname came about. “Mm, I’m sure... but I, like many of my fellow vampires, am quite greedy with my money and I only spend it on things that will benefit me. But I am glad that you approve of my suite. I happen to like utilizing natural light, and these windows and doors? They block UV rays so I can have natural light without worrying about being burned.” Of course, he could go a few hours in the sun without being burned, but that wasn’t something he’d just outright say. “Tell me, which do you prefer... a bath or a shower?”

The Master had been outside, enjoying the sunshine as it shined down upon him, when he heard the doors behind him open. Turning around, he saw a slave trying to escape, two guards right at his heels before they grabbed his arms. Hm... how interesting. “You two, leave him be,” he stated, taking a step closer as he looked over at one of the guards that questioned if he was sure. “Do not make me ask twice. And you,” he stated before he let his sapphire hues rest upon the slave. “Let us have a discussion in my suite, shall we?” 

“Tales of how good you are in bed, sir.” he chuckled, looking the master over as he moved closer. He crossed his arms over his chest leaning against the wall, “I’m surprised you came all the way down here, just because I sent a note. I was expecting a little back and forth before I actually got to see you.”

Was that so? He didn’t think he had slept with that many slaves, at least not after Heat week had passed - and even during Heat week, he could only really recall one or two that he had shared flesh with. Even still, he decided not to question it - it was still positive, after all - and he chuckled at the other’s words. “Ah, but I am an old man, and I prefer to see who it is that I am talking with, especially when I do not recognize the name that sends me a message through my personal assistant.” Taking a step closer, the much larger male looked down at the other carefully. “And I am glad I did. You are quite... beautiful, Tomi.”