BLEED

It was what Sebastian was aiming for. The way Vanth comes down, the way Sebastian fights the urge to bite him more, and then the way Vanth's coming back up from that downtime. The climax is strong, but Sebastian doesn't let any of it go to waste. He TAKES it all in his mouth, swallowing every drop. As if this would quench his thirst just like blood. It works for the most part, because once he's done licking and sucking the last remnant of Vanth's cum and swallowing it, he moves back up to seal his lips with Vanth.

He wants Vanth to taste himself. To taste just how good he is. When he pulls away, he whispers against his lover's lips.

"You've done well, my dove. Good boy."

He ate so, so well.

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♠ “How can you be so fucking stubborn?”

This charade had been going on for hours at this point with Anubis blipping in and out of existence and Noir desperately trying to manifest him again. His last encounter with Sebastian had given him food for thought and he decided - despite his animosity towards him, which had not changed - to at least lend him an ear. Because he had been right in pointing out Anubis’ hypocrisy. His biggest crime to Noir wasn’t the fact that he was a spawn of Satan for all he cared, it was the fact that he was harming innocent people, that he was ready to go out of his way to harm those he deemed unworthy of protection. And despite everything, that was the biggest issue the detective took with the guy.

The fact that he was not human came secondary, even if it to some degree added a certain layer to the whole mess.

“You will accompany me when I go see him today.”

Silence. Even the smoke from his cigarette had died down despite the tobacco being lit, Noir taking a casual drag to force his friend. “You cannot hide forever. What if he betrays me? What if he attacks me and holds me captive? Takes my glasses away from me and locks me up in his torture basement? I thought it was your damn job to protect me.”

A deep huff echoed through the room in a clearly displeased tone accompanied by a small puff of flickering smoke. Then more silence before the jackal finally manifested, his eyes glowing dull with his ears folded backwards. “I do not trust this creature.”

“Believe me, neither do I. But I feel like sooner or later I might get in trouble when dealing with him, and I’d be pissed off if you didn’t come to rescue me. God of the Dead my ass, can’t even look after one lil’ sheep.”

That comment certainly triggered something within the god, puffing up his fur to appear taller since that ability had been taken away from him, eyes glowing with more intensity. Rude or not, his protégé was right, what kind of guide was he if he didn’t go out of his way to protect the one person he pled allegiance to?

It was the same thing every time.

“I despise vampires.”

“He is not so by choice.”

“A monster is a monster no matter what coat he donnes."

Noir wanted something, perhaps?

He doubts it, but he's gone in just a thought, and shortly, reappears a few feet from where Noir and his friend are.

"And here I thought that by you sending me a message, you missed me."

"Was it not clean enough?" He barely spilled a drop. Though he supposed he could have made the guy feel calmer. What fun was that in a hunt, though?

He chuckles with a shake of his head.

The noises are intoxicating. He knows Vanth is trying not to stir him, but the Dove is failing miserably. The noise only causes more and more hunger. He responds by biting down harder into the juicest part of Vanth's leg. His moan is content--satisfied, but also careful. Careful, he doesn't want to harm Vanth. He can't harm him too much.

Fuck. Fuck.

He runs his tongue along where he bit the hardest. As if with such action, he's apologizing. Red eyes peek up to get a glimpse of Vanth. He is so beautiful, though. He moves his head, buries himself between his lover's legs. He breathes against Vanth's bare shaft. Nothing covered his lower region but perhaps the curtains of Sebastian's jet-black hair as he closed his mouth around the pactbearer's shaft.

The soft, primal sounds that shake out of Vanth rouse the hunter inside his lover, like he were his bounty. Sebastian's fangs force deeper into the tender flesh of his thigh, drawing another long and breathless cry from his throat. Wounded again, his leg lurches as it did at first, but it holds itself open this time, lying splayed out as Vanth gives himself as nourishment, content to be eaten. Nevertheless, Sebastian apologizes for these instincts. His tongue soothes over Vanth's smooth, bruising skin, lapping him clean. The wet warmth causes Vanth to squirm. He writhes against the sheets slightly, gasping quietly through the fist over his parted lips before seemingly sensing the gaze on him, and looking down. For a few ragged breaths, they consider each other. Sebastian's eyes are still as red as the blood he seeks, though their voracity for it tempers for fondness. Vanth's pulse skips, the bites on his body throbbing in sync with it. He watches as Sebastian disappears between his legs, only to tense and shiver at the hot breath that brushes against his naked length. That wet warmth from before completely envelopes him the next moment, and Vanth's head jolts backward as he dizzily keens. Without realizing it, his hand has left his face to tangle into Sebastian's dark and silky locks.

Sebastian places a hand on Vanth's body part. Nails digging in just enough. His begging has his head spinning round and round. He works his tongue around his member, and finally, he's bobbing his head up and down Vanth's.

He sucks, kisses, and licks Vanth's length from tip and all the way down the base and continues just like that. At some point, he releases Vanth's part from his mouth only to nibble at his inner thigh.

"This requires you to remain vigilant, Vanth. Do not let frustration blind you." He trusts that they'll figure it out.

"There is no timer. Take your time. I have a sinking feeling that pushing the wrong platform will summon those beings."

"Do you wager?"

The plate of snacks was set down but not before one of them was popped into his mouth as he approached one of the tables. Roulette was fun when he was already on a winning streak. Poker among familiar faces was more his speed.

He liked counting cards though. It was more a game of skill than just fate being fickle after all.

inspired by the infamous "i want the k" meme by deactivated tumblr user tastcful. send 🎲 to generate a kiss! potential suggestive/nsf.w themes may appear

A kiss on the cheek

A kiss on the nose

A kiss on the forehead

A kiss to the top of the head

A firm kiss

A gentle peck

A romantic kiss

A platonic kiss

A kiss to the eyelid

A kiss along the jawline

A kiss to the neck

A kiss along the collar bone

A kiss on the chest

A kiss to the stomach

A kiss along the hips

A kiss in the rain

An upside-down "Spider-Man" kiss

A kiss while laughing

A kiss underwater

A rough kiss

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A french kiss/kiss with tongue

A kiss influenced by alcohol/other substances

A sleepy kiss

A kiss that's an accident

A kiss while one or both parties are crying

A kiss in greeting

A kiss in parting

A kiss to the back of the hand

A kiss to the palm of the hand

A kiss to the inner thigh

A kiss while someone watches

A kiss to a scar, birthmark, injury, or other marking

A kiss after a bite

A kiss against a wall

A kiss to the shoulder

A kiss to the back of the neck

A kiss while one party is carried

A tentative kiss

An impulsive kiss

A kiss out of spite

A clumsy kiss

Is this asshole trying to flirt with him?? The audacity of this bitch. "Oh, yeah. You look like an asshole who lurks in an alleyway. What's wrong? Cant find a victim to suck their blood out?? Or do you prefer souls?"

Sebastian steps forward, the space between them just barely closing in.

Even after he draws himself back, Sebastian's eyes do not lose their hungry red color. Their intensity burns hot despite how gently he calls Vanth's name, and Vanth feels the gaze raking over him, resisting his longing for the blood underneath before, again, he caves. Sebastian lowers to the wrist above Vanth's head, sinking teeth into the supple flesh below Vanth's palm. Stretched tight over bone, it snaps like the skin of an apple, and Vanth gasps, his fingers flex, as his head lolls to the side beneath his partner's shadow. Overhead, Sebastian's throat bobs, swallowing him down with leashed desperation. And then, he moves. He sinks a third time into Vanth's neck—at the space above his collarbone, where the slightest mistake could bleed Vanth out. Another sound escapes him, startled, breathy, as Vanth forces himself still. So badly does he want to squirm against the mouth that feeds from him, to give this restless need some outlet. But he resists tempting Sebastian too much; he's already fighting so hard to hold back with every bite, barely curbing the urge to consume him. Distantly, Vanth senses a thumb working open his buttons, his clothing pushed aside. It is to make room for Sebastian's tongue pathing down his body, licking over the pulse inside his veins in search of where blood flow is ripest. With no more access to gain from the top of Vanth's gown, Sebastian dives lower. The fabric moves up and gathers below Vanth's ribs, Sebastian holding it in place with the palm wrapped around Vanth's wrist pressed against the center of his chest. Vanth doesn't see, he feels the bite on his hip, whimpers in its wake, and begins to tremble from the waist down. Sebastian hardly stays long enough to drink. His bites are quicker, his feeding discontent with staying still. Vanth's breaths punch out faster, noisier, until Sebastian's fangs sink into his thigh and wrest a faint scream from him. Vanth's legs flinch, undecided on whether to flee from Sebastian's hunger or offer themselves to it. His lover decides for him by prying them apart and pinning them down, only to settle between them and feast on his inner thigh. Vanth all but sobs. He's so sensitive that he can barely think, so swallowed up he feels drunk. The wounds on his body dully throb, yet the middle of his legs thrums insistently. Vanth attempts to stifle himself with a loose fist against his open mouth, but his voice escapes it easily. ❝ Hhn, mmhn..! ❞

The noises are intoxicating. He knows Vanth is trying not to stir him, but the Dove is failing miserably. The noise only causes more and more hunger. He responds by biting down harder into the juicest part of Vanth's leg. His moan is content--satisfied, but also careful. Careful, he doesn't want to harm Vanth. He can't harm him too much.

Fuck. Fuck.

He runs his tongue along where he bit the hardest. As if with such action, he's apologizing. Red eyes peek up to get a glimpse of Vanth. He is so beautiful, though. He moves his head, buries himself between his lover's legs. He breathes against Vanth's bare shaft. Nothing covered his lower region but perhaps the curtains of Sebastian's jet-black hair as he closed his mouth around the pactbearer's shaft.

Once freed from the grasp of swaying of partygoers, he sips his drink. It was growing on him.

"I'm getting the feeling this place is pretty big."

Spoken like a man who's just entered a hallway with a visible elevator and staircase. The place was fancy. Nothing like the seedy bars he's done work in.

"Suppose there's not a gambling hall in such a nice place..."

"So, you like gambling," he muses to himself. The lights begin to switch as they enter from one room to the next. The whole room is lit in crimson red.

"You're in luck."

Of course, Sebastian had all the 'poison' that people tend to be drawn to. Gambling was one of them.

There are a few gambling games neatly placed in the Scarlet Bar. A lot of them seem to fit the fancy aesthetic of the place.

"Vanth," he strains out his name. The urge to bite right back down despite saying it was enough is so...so tempting. It is strong.

Vanth looks so ready to be devoured. How is Sebastian to hold back? "Fuck..." he swears and just like that, he's sinking his teeth back in. This time he works higher. Starting off with his lover's wrist. Teeth sinks into them and he drinks from. He doesn't stay there longer as he works his way down. Biting into his neck again, then using his tongue to glide down and bite anywhere else as he lowers himself. Where ever blood ran the hottest inside Vanth. Sebastian uses his tongue to follow the flow until he bites down on another section of Vanth's body to drink from. He groans, the one hand around one wrist lowers as well, resting on the pactbearer's chest.

"So good," he mutters between Vanth's skin.

Golden eyes scans the room carefully. The only presence he's picking up are Vanth and Adolin, and even Adolin's sword to an extent.

Other than that, nothing and it makes Sebastian feel a liytle uneasy.

An ambush? Sebastian meets Vanth's gaze. "Stay vigilant, my love." And he turns his head enough to look at Adolin, "stay with him."

With that, he's stepping forward. The room remains empty even as Sebastian stands at the center of the room now.

Nothing.

He turns, and just as he summons Morpheus to help aid them, something around Sebastian shoots up and encases him in a glass tube.

"Mm, smart," He compliments. Morpheus' bark echoes in the room rather angrily. The hellhound wasn't one to make much noise, but when he did, it was eerie. The kind of bark that'd send chills down one's spine.

"I am fine." Sebastian lowers his gaze when he notices the floor shifting. Square platforms begin to surface on the ground before spreading out into different locations of the room.

"It seems one of us has started a game." He looks to Adolin and Vanth. He looks mildly annoyed. So does Morpheus.

"Quite nostalgic," is muttered under his breath.

"Careful not to step on those platforms."

Though it may be easier said than done, given how these platforms are moving. On Sebastian's glass, there is a panel with a red button on it.

Sebastian moans with satisfaction with every drop that greets him.

He hears Vanth. He's trying to take it easy and slow down, but he can't help it. His body is pinning Vanth down more. One hand finally loosens its grip on Vanth's body, but it's only to grab at Vanth's wrist so that he can clamp down there right after.

You will kill him if you continue.

He's reluctant. Doesn't want to release, but he does eventually. Sebastian speaks through a slightly heavy breath,

Hopefully, Adolin cannot see how he tenses at the knowledge, though he knows that, with Sebastian's hand around his middle, his lover can feel it. Vanth tries his best to steel himself, as this is no time to cause a scene. Nor does it seem like Adolin wants to address it, making an extra effort to keep his exchanges with Sebastian civil. Without realizing it, Vanth has missed an entire conversational cue. Adolin's remark about Sebastian's curiosity for him is met only with a dry opening of Vanth's mouth, before he closes it and brings himself closer to Sebastian's side, into the hand stroking at his cheek. C'mon, get a grip. Adolin doesn't want me to know. It's for the best that he doesn't figure out that I do. Sebastian told me for a reason. To keep my distance. Eventually, Vanth finds his voice again. ❝ Sebastian's really strong, ❞ he says, aware that Adolin has probably already reached that conclusion himself. ❝ These robots don't stand a chance. ❞ His challengers typically don't. With any hope, Adolin will sense the implication and abandon any ideas for revenge—if he has a bone for it in his body, anyway.

"Mm."

Vanth is upset.

"I will admit, it was quite the challenge," he says instead with a light look over at the mess made by those things.

"Let's. I believe we have all overstayed our welcome."

Blood followed the scent of alcohol and food. Something told him that it wasn't in his own display of hospitality. Those teal eyes looked up to meet glowing gold.

Either he was a freak or a monster but since the guy runs a BDSM nightclub, he's probably both.

The drink was plucked up, swirled, subtly sniffed, before he take a curious sip. The bartender was skilled if the lack of the burn from the alcohol going down was any indication.