when a man is prey to his emotions, he is not his own master

Manny's green eyes shifted over to glance at Stigr out of his peripheral vision. It lasted only a second. "I shouldn't even be here," he muttered under his breath. "I can take a break. Assuming you actually want to spend time with me and not some slave." The last nearly spat out before Manny could stop himself.

"Oh? Good. I would much prefer your company to a slave's. And you certainly look as though you need some attention as well." The vampire offered Manny a smile and held out a hand to him, pleasure coursing through him at the obvious jealousy. Something Stigr wouldn't enjoy all the time, but he found this entertaining every so often. "Do you think you'll be able to make it to my suite?"

"You know well what I need, cheri," Henri replied, helping best as he could with getting Stigr's clothes out of the way. He dragged his fingertips over the exposed torso, over the panes of muscle on a body that held up well for 6,000 years of age. He spread his legs and wrapped them around his sire. "Don't hold back, you know I can take whatever you give."

"I am very aware, yes." Though Stigr knew by now exactly how to satisfy Henri during heat week, he still liked to ask in case there was something new his fledgling would want to try. He exhaled softly at the first touch of Henri's hand and ducked down to press a kiss to his jaw before bending the ahool a little more. Then he straightened somewhat and started to move, thrusting in and out, at first slow to give Henri a few minutes to adjust and then began to pick up pace.

Khion was glad that Stigr didn't waste any fucking time because heat week wasn't the moment for that. He groaned into the other's mouth, eyes briefly rolling back from the sensation of being filled just how he wanted. Needed, really. And, as usual, Stigr didn't disappoint going right for it, the pamola moaning, whining, and grunting freely with his mouth unoccupied. He held fast to the councilman pounding into him and the sheets underneath, talons threatening to tear through skin and fabric from the overwhelming friction. "Fuck, fuck, that's it," he panted roughly. He wasn't made to last and could barely give any warning when that pressure between his legs finally exploded, Khion crying out the other man's name as he writhed and rocked and tensed through wave after wave of ecstasy.

Stigr had thought that it wouldn't take very long to get Khion to cum the first time. The pamola writhing underneath him and the younger man's body tightening around his cock pushed him over that edge as well and the vampire moaned Khion's name. He continued to thrust into him as he rode out his orgasm and then stilled, though he didn't pull away. Stigr was familiar enough with heat week after so many years that he knew Khion would be ready again soon. He pressed a kiss to the pamola's lips, moving one hand between them to stroke the other man's cock. "I assume you'll murder me if I tease you at all tonight?" Stigr asked, but it was clear he was only joking, a playful glint in the vampire's eyes.

Manny's eyes fluttered closed briefly at the feeling of Stigr's cool skin against his burning cheek. He pursed his lips together in a frown. "Hm. Well." He turned his head slightly, glancing out into the rest of the Undercroft. Heat also made him less in control of his vice. He couldn't remember feeling so envious or possessive in this state, not since Kris. "You're certainly in the right place to find someone for that."

Stigr's lips twitched but he managed to fight down the smile at Manny's reaction. It seemed that the berserker had a little bit of a jealous streak when heat week rolled around, which could play right into Stigr's hands if Manny proved to be difficult to pull away from the guard station. Not that he thought he'd have much trouble, though. "Mm, I think so. Of course, I would be happy to enjoy some time with you, considering how much fun we have together, but I would simply hate to pull you away from work."

Noel stayed close to the counciliman already starting to undo the buttons of his shirt with his long thin fingers. "So you chose to take your time. Strike one, amour." Noel said with playful amusement as his hand ran over the newly exposed skin. "Don't get to three." He warned as his hands were making quick work of the fastenings of his pants.

Stigr exhaled softly at Noel's touch and leaned in to kiss him again for just a second before he pulled back to start undoing the younger man's shirt as well. "And just what would you do if I got to three? Should I fear for my life?" He asked with a soft laugh, not correcting Noel that he hadn't taken that long to answer the door. The vampire kissed him again before he could respond, kicking his pants aside and picked the reaper up with ease, carrying him to the bedroom. He dropped them both onto the mattress, moving down the younger man's body with a series of kisses and nips as his hands made quick work of Noel's pants.

Seemed old habits never died, like Stigr keeping track of heat week. Henri had no complaints especially when his sire's timing was perfect. He was still undressed having soothed his heat with a slave a few hours prior and didn't feel like wasting an outfit in his suite. "You're right on time, actually," he replied, meeting his sire in the hall. He closed the distance, cupped the back of Stigr's neck, and brought him in for a long, overdue kiss full of need. He groaned softly into it, the contact swirling fog through his mind. Funny how this came back to him even after years apart, like riding a bicycle. He didn't dare break the kiss as he pulled his sire into his bedroom with him.

"I'm pleased to hear it." Stigr admired the sight of Henri's body as the man closed the distance between them. He really would never get bored of a sight like that, one of the many reasons he'd been interested in the younger man in the first place. The vampire returned the kiss, one hand cupping his fledgling's cheek as he was pulled along, his other hand dropping to curl around Henri's cock, stroking him slowly though the ahool was clearly ready to go already. "How do you want to do this, käraste?" Stigr asked, breaking the kiss to push Henri down onto the bed and stripping quickly out of his clothing before he joined his fledgling and ducked down to nip down along his throat.

"Is that a rhetorical question, mon cœur?" Noel's tone wasn't as playful as he invited himself in pushing past Stigr. "I wasn't aware your suite had been expanded considering how long it took you to come to the door. You should show me the extra rooms you added. Are you planning to claim a slave or two?" He inquired raising an inquisitive brow.

"Mm. I suppose it is." The vampire chuckled and moved out of the way when Noel pushed passed him, shutting the door before he turned to face the younger man. He fixed Noel with an amused stare, stepping closer to trail his fingers along the man's jaw and down to neck before he pulled him into a brief kiss. "I wasn't aware that I took that long to answer the door. Feeling impatient?" He teased lightly, his hand falling to his side. "I don't have my eyes on any slaves at the moment, disappointing as that is."

Stigr had only just gotten out of bed and grabbed himself a blood wine when the door to his suite flew open. Given that only three people had the keys to his room, he had a rather good suspicion of who it was. Henri was too controlled to act like that and Noel seemed to like having the councilman seek him out, so it could only be Khion. He was proven right as the pamola marched up to him, Stigr regarding him quietly with amusement as he brought the drink up to his lips. The vampire himself was only dressed in a robe, very rarely wearing clothing in his own suite. "There is no need to be so snippy with me. I don't think I've once edged you during a heat." He raised an eyebrow at Khion as the man glared at him and then laughed as he was pulled down into a kiss. Stigr blindly set his glass down on the counter and got his hands on Khion's hips, lifting the younger man up easily to carry him toward his bedroom. "I don't know why you bothered wearing these silly things." He muttered into the kiss, one hand moving to rip the shorts off Khion and tossing them aside.

The tight hold on his hips had Enzo wishing that he didn't heal so quickly, wishing he could wear the marks that Stigr was leaving on his body for even just a small amount of time. The siren kept his eyes focused on the councilman, biting his lip and letting out needy moans of pleasure as he kept riding the other's cock and fucking into the large hand wrapped around his length. "Fuck yeah, that's so fuckin' good," he cursed softly beneath his breath. It wouldn't be long until all until he came, not with the way the other's large cock was moving in and out of his hole coupled with the pressure around his sensitive length.

Stigr exhaled roughly as Enzo continued to ride him, the vampire rolling his hips up every so often, feeling a tightness in his stomach as his release drew closer. "I'm not going to last much longer, Enzo." He warned the younger man, starting to stroke the other's cock a little faster, a harsh moan escaping Stigr as he dropped his head back against the pillow.

"Then that's what I want and no teasing," Khion said, giving Stigr a stern look. "More importantly I'd like you to flip me over and take me because I'm tired of doing all the work here."

"You act like I'm constantly teasing you these days." He laughed, slipping an arm around the younger man's waist and quickly changed their positions, grabbing hold of Khion's hands to tug them above his head. "So very bossy lately." Stigr didn't give the pamola any chance to respond to that, starting to fuck him hard, ducking his head down to kiss him.

Manny's eyes widened following Stigr down between his legs. "Oh... fuck," he gasped, his breath hitching in his throat when that wet heat engulfed his growing erection. His head fell back, eyes rolled back, back arched up off the mattress. He grabbed a fistful of sheets when he collapsed down onto it again, his lips parting with a particularly loud groan that wasn't customary for the normally quiet berserker. He bit his bottom lip, trying and failing to suppress the whimpers of need. "Fuck, Stigr, that... feels so good, fuck."

That loud groan had pleasure shooting through Stigr and the vampire hummed once again, his gaze darting up to watch the younger man's expression. His tongue teased for a few brief seconds against the head of Manny's cock and then he slid down again, pressing two fingers carefully into the other's entrance. Stigr started to thrust them slowly in and out of the guard, trying not to let his growing need speed things along too quickly.

"You do." Stigr agreed with a small smile, gesturing for Henri to follow him into the living room. The vampire settled himself in his favorite chair, reclining back and taking another slow sip of his drink. "But there are masters here who are seemingly happy to survive off of blood wine or the like." Which sounded incredibly boring after awhile to the councilman. "Slaves. Manny. Quite a few things, really, but there is a reason I have people back home running day to day things for me with my businesses."