♱ blood & yearning ♱

Content (warnings): seance, dark angel, nudity, amab masturbation, nipple play, hair-pulling, consensual choking, Reader doesn't get off, no use of y/n, not beta read (please excuse any typos)

Word count: 3k

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"Red! Red! All red! Blood red! I am the angel to whom you pray! I am the angel who guides and guards you! Fear me not, lest you fear your maker! For maker and you are one and shall be once more! Rise and receive your call!"

Lady Killigrew's ominous words hung heavily in the seance room.

An otherworldly wind whooshed through you. Its uncanny chill left you shivering beneath your many layers of garments. You and the other guests sat in silence for several minutes. The only noises you heard came from Lady Killigrew, the medium. She panted irregularly. Her fingernails scratched the polished wooden table.

The wind blew through you once more. In the darkness, your eyes slowly adjusted to the vague shapes and outlines of the people and candles. You started to doubt your senses as, beyond all belief, you saw movement inside the largest candle at the center of the table. No, it couldn't be! First, a thin, blue color emerged at the wick. Then, a yellow, an orange, and, finally, a fiery red. A new flame danced within the candle and illuminated the possessed medium and the transfixed man across from her.

Victor stood rigidly staring at the writhing and groaning medium. Palms still on the table, his tented, clawing fingers were a mocking simulacrum of the other guests' hands around the table. He leaned forward and shrugged his shoulders into the back of his worn waistcoat. Mouth slightly agape, he narrowed his eyes and contorted his face, as if to peer more closely at the creature within Lady Killigrew.

You watched him reach one of his hands towards her. Is he trying to beckon the thing?

Just as Victor opened his mouth wider to speak, Lady Killigrew took a sharp, loud inhale. The guests seated around the seance table flinched. Gasps echoed round the gathered crowd. You held your breath.

Lady Killigrew's neck snapped back. Face turned toward the vaulted ceilings, her lips formed a silent scream. Corded veins in her neck popped and protruded. Trembling hands crawled up her chest to her piqued face. She pulled at her skin and covered her eyes with her fingertips. Then, she collapsed onto the table.

Shrieks emanated from the crowd. The seance guests clung to each other and looked away from the crumpled body. Some of your stablemates rose to approach the lifeless medium.

Victor, though, continued staring. You sat by his wide, head whipping between the medium and this strange man (growing stranger by the second, it appeared).

Maurice, your friend and Lady Killigrew's assistant, rushed to her. He checked the pulse in her neck with two frantic fingers. Then, he rose to meet the eyes of the frightened crowd.

"The seance is over, everyone," Maurice projected confidently, yet you noticed the quiet quivering of his words. He, too, was afraid. "Should you like to stay, please move to the sitting room. Lady Killigrew's servants will provide you with refreshment."

The crowd merely stared at Maurice.

"Now!"

Clattering boots and swishing skirts rang across the parlour and receded as the guests disappeared into the sitting room.

Maurice shot Victor a befuddled look. Get him out of here! He mouthed at you.

You tugged at Victor's sleeve. "Come, now, we must go. She needs privacy."

He darted his eyes toward you. His hard, focused expression softened once he met your gaze.

Victor nodded his head and loosened the grip of his hand nearest you off the table. He held it out, palm first. You interlaced your fingers and lead him to the front door.

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The two of you walked silently, hand-in-hand, as you approached your personal carriage. Your chauffeur did a double-take when he saw you: harried, exhausted and dragging beside you a dazed Victor.

"You're back early," he called out to you.

Words escaping you, you shrugged. How do you explain that your new friend/new lover/possibly mad and definitely mysterious un-barron-like Barron conjured a ghost powerful enough to scare away half of Edinburgh?

The chauffeur lowered from his seat to the ground and helped you and your companion into the carriage. Victor, wide-eyed and staring at nothing, kept your hand firmly squeezed in his.

As you travelled on in the direction of your family's estate, the silence served as a comfortable cushion between your fidgety awkwardness and Victor's continued bewilderment.

A few miles in, you spoke. "Would you like to talk about it?"

Victor simply replied with a shake of his head.

How funny, you thought to yourself as the carriage pulled into your private entrance within the estate. We have seen every part of each other, yet this is the first time we ride in a carriage together. It struck you as odd how mundane and utterly normal this moment felt, despite the exceedingly odd circumstances of Lady Killigrew's party.

By this point, Victor had appeared to be enlivened a bit. His eyes, once wide and fixed, had softened round the creases. They resumed their careful, deliberate, searching stare. His hand, though still in yours, loosened into a comfortable position. Exiting the carriage, he gave a brisk nod and brief expression of gratitude to the chauffeur. He no longer shuffled, but rather strode, out of the carriage and down the walkway to the estate.

You realized Victor's ability to change from state to state, mood to mood, within minutes was intriguing, yes, but also unlike anything you had ever known.

He gazed at the estate and took in every detail of the rich, ornamented, delicately-carved architecture. "So, this is where you live, then?" He spoke flatly; for him, your family's estate was merely another piece of data in the construction of you and your life. It was mere observation.

"Indeed."

You tightened your hand around his and tugged him toward the door that led to your quarters.

You heard the slight smile in his voice as he asked, "Is this really very proper or ladylike of you, Madame?"

"I would most certainly hope not," you responded and knocked at the door.

A tight-lipped servant whipped the door open, as if she had been standing there all night awaiting your return.

"Poppy," you greeted her.

"You're back early."

"So I've been told."

Poppy stepped away from the doorframe to let you pass. Victor looked toward her, but she saw straight through him. He frowned in dismay at her rejection, and you stifled a giggle. You had an arrangement with Poppy: pretend as though any and all late-night guests were invisible, and we will get on swimmingly.

"Quite rude, isn't it?" Victor grumbled to you as you climbed the two flights of stairs to your chambers. "Not even a 'good evening' to spare."

"Perhaps she didn't see you, Victor." He groaned. You enjoyed ribbing him.

You and Victor arrived at your chambers. As you paused at the mahogany door to turn the handle, you turned back to peer at Victor. He seemed nervous, almost giddy, in anticipation.

You opened the door. You swept your arms in the direction of your room and allowed Victor to enter first.

He took in the room: the fixtures, the art upon the walls, the prepared fire roaring at the hearth, the soft bed encased snuggly in white linen sheets. He continued standing and staring. This must be how he spends much of his life, you thought. Standing and staring.

"Victor," you called to him. Like an obedient dog, he turned his head. You shut the door with a click.

As if transfixed by the context (you, your room, alone, at night), Victor began unbuttoning his waistcoat.

You inhaled, physically responding to the sight of him shedding his clothes, and forced yourself to find the right words. You approached him and put a tender hand to his chest. He lowered his hands to his waist.

"Victor," you tried again. "I know you said you do not want to discuss what happened--"

He shuddered slightly. Blood rushed to his face and stained his cheeks crimson.

You found his hands once more that evening and held them.

"--But, we really must. I cannot rest here with you, let alone do anything else, until you give me some sort of explanation for what happened. Even one sentence, one word, would do. You needn't tell me everything."

He cast his eyes downward to his shoes. He gave your hands a firm squeeze.

"The dark angel," he began, choking a bit on his words. "The being that spoke through the medium, your friend, tonight.... It is the same entity that has visited me throughout my life."

He cleared his throat and continued. "Since the death of my mother, the dark angel has come to me in my dreams. It begins as the same life-size statue of St. Michael that resides in my bed chambers--"

You blinked forcefully at that last sentence, but you decided to let it go for now.

"But, then it morphs into something...different. It animates and stretches itself before me. It removes its placid face and reveals a ghastly skeleton underneath."

He shuddered again as you listened intently.

"The dark angel always visits me at the time something important, something impactful and life-altering, happens in my life."

He bit his lip and shook his head before turning to meet your gaze.

"You believe me, don't you? I have never told a soul, not a soul, about the dark angel. How the medium could have known that.... I am a man of reason, of logic and science. If those dreams are not only dreams, I.... I don't know who I am, or what I am, anymore."

You sighed and kissed his hands. "I believe you, Victor."

All was silent for a moment. Then, you spoke again, "You know, I never believed that my friend The Great and Mystical Lady Killigrew could commune with the dead or the otherworldly. I thought it was fun--a parlour game, a delightful and indulgent delicacy for the mind and senses. But, now, I am not so sure...."

You met his eyes again. "But, I do know for certain that you are safe here with me. Thank you for telling me."

He shrugged and leaned forward. You accepted his invitation and allowed him to place a kiss upon your forehead. You tugged at his half-unbuttoned waistcoat. "Come, now. Off to bed."

You changed in front of each other shyly, mindful of the vulnerable parts you wished to hide from the other. You both kept your eyes downcast. When they did meet, you giggled with embarrassment. How strange to be so intimate in some ways and yet still not know each other at all!

You wore a floor-length nightgown with a loose opening at the chest. You crawled into bed, your back against the plush pillows. Victor, you realized was still naked. You felt yourself blush. Blush!

"Forgive me that I do not have any nightclothes for you, Victor, unless you wish to borrow my gown." They were all loose shapes, anyways. Nightgowns were akin to potato sacks, and he could easily fit into whatever you had.

For a moment, he looked puzzled. "No, why? I always sleep nude," he explained as he crawled into bed with you.

You watched him as he looked down upon the opening of the nightgown at your chest. You were veritably surprised when he turned to lie on his side, snuggle into you and lay his head upon the soft skin below that opening.

It felt instinctual to raise your hand to his inky curls, made even more disheveled by the humid rainy evening and the bizarre turn of events at Lady Killigrew's place, and massage his scalp.

He sighed contentedly as you moved your hand down to the strong planes of his back. Your fingers worked the irksome knots and muscles below his soft skin.

As you did this, he traced his fingers over the exposed skin of your chest beside his head.

"I don't know much about you, you know," he said wistfully, almost dreamily and almost only to himself.

A surge of defensiveness and dismissiveness overcame you. That's because I don't want you to know about me, you thought.

You took a breath. "If you play your cards right, maybe you will." It was a cheerful turn of phrase that had worked in the past when your lovers started drifting too close to the real you.

He huffed in disapproval. "No, I don't think that will work for me. The next time I see you, I demand you tell me one thing about yourself. Something important. Something vulnerable. Not your favorite colour or whatever."

You scoffed. He looked up at you expectedly. "Yes, alright, Victor. One thing."

He harrumphed. "Good. And, we really should be getting back to the figure study project. We have become quite lax, indeed."

You playfully smacked his arm. "You drew me just last week!"

He sighed in mock despair. "It is simply not enough. Ouch!"

You had smacked him again.

Moments passed in slow, languid silence. Victor rested on your chest as you traced the smoothness of his back. Absent-mindedly, you reached up to play with his hair once more.

Unaware of the strength of your hand and the pressure applied, you tugged firmly on his curls. A low moan escaped Victor's lips. At first, you thought you had unintentionally hurt him. A growing firmness below Victor's belly told you otherwise. You bit your lip. His cheeks grew red and he looked up at you sheepishly.

You looked down at him and tugged at his hair again. He moaned once more and squeezed the side of your body with desire.

"You like that, don't you?"

He nodded in affirmation.

You felt your nipples hardening under your linen nightgown. Victor noticed them, too. He licked his lips.

You adjusted the looseness of the dress's opening. Victor let out a shaky breath as you uncovered your chest. You grabbed at your breast and squeezed it. You pinched your nipple until you began to moan. Victor had grown fully hard against your thigh. Unawares, he started to rut against you.

Your hand still in his hair, you brought his head to your chest. He groaned and sucked eagerly, greedily. The vibrations from his throat brought forth cascading ripples of pleasure against your sensitive skin. He hollowed his cheeks to take as much of you as he could, and he beat his sharp, quick tongue against your hard bud.

You rolled your head back and ushered Victor to your other side. Blood rushed to your most delicate parts. A low throbbing occupied the space between your legs.

"Victor, I want you to do something for me."

He nodded vigorously.

"Give me your hand."

He raised his palm to you. Taking it in your free hand, you licked across his palm and spit into it.

"I want you to touch yourself as I play with your hair."

Victor groaned as lowered his hand and grasped his length. His breathing quickened as he entered a pleasurable rhythm. Your breathing quickened, too, as watched him. You were enraptured by the movement of his body and, as you tugged on his hair, how quickly you could turn him on.

Victor turned to lie on his back. You leaned over him. His cheeks were flushed, and his face looked both relaxed and concentrated. You released your hand from his hair, and the relaxation faltered for a moment. He whined impatiently.

You shushed him and brought your thumb to the softness of his full lips. He opened up for you and eased in your thumb with his tongue. He sucked hard on you, and his eyes fluttered in delight.

An idea came to you. You wrapped the curve of your palm to Victor's neck. You pressed your fingers down gently, and he shivered under your touch.

"Do you like it when I touch your neck like this?"

Again, he nodded vigorously.

You dragged your thumb out of his mouth, leaving him slack-jawed. Then, you covered your hand over his throat and gave him a light squeeze.

Victor moaned and raised his hips. You smiled coyly to yourself.

"Can I do that again, but a little harder this time, Victor?"

"Please, yes, please."

You squeezed harder this time. His eyes rolled to the back of his head.

You gasped. Power and pleasured seized your body. You acted almost involuntarily, as if your body knew exactly what to do next.

You modulated the pressure around Victor's neck. Tighter, softer, faster, flower. As you choked him, he continued playing with himself.

His breathing became more labored. His hips moved faster on the bed.

Then, his voice, low with desire and aching with lust, said, "Your sheets.... I don't want to--"

"I want you to. I want to keep you on my bed. Please, Victor. Please."

With that, the promise of his permanence on your bed, he moved his hand faster and harder against himself. You wished to lower yourself onto his aching cock, but you could not will yourself to let go of control over his perfect, smooth neck.

Victor let out a cry and released himself on your white sheets. He collapsed, panting and glowing, on the bed. Completely out of breath, he closed his eyes and grasped for you. He held you tightly and burrowed into the nape of your neck.

You reached for his hair again. This time, you did not tug or pull. You simply caressed his curls gently and tenderly as the two of you languidly drifted off to sleep.

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You wake up in an unfamiliar room. The walls are grey and decorated with paintings. You rub your eyes and sit up, vision still blurred. The bed is comfortable and large. You still don’t know where you are. 

“You woke up, finally.” 

You jump, turning your head towards the man sitting in a chair in the corner of the room. It’s Leto, your new boss. 

You had been hired a few weeks earlier as his secretary. He was nice to talk to and also very, maybe a little too kind. You thought it was your imagination, but he treated you differently from the other employees. He was much more protective of you, not letting anyone get close to you. 

“Where am I? What have you done to me?” You move back on the bed and hit your back against the bed frame behind you. 

“You’re in my house. Don’t worry, I haven’t done anything. The last thing I would want to do is hurt you.” He stands up and walks towards you. He extends his hand to touch your face, but you swat it away in fear.

“I told you, I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t be scared of me.” His tone is harsher this time, more commanding, but his touch is soft. You stay as still as possible, your heart hammering in your chest. 

“You look gorgeous, especially while you sleep. You look like a queen.” He traces the outline of your face before running it down your neck. He gives it a soft squeeze and stands up, heading towards the door. 

“There’s breakfast in the dining room downstairs. There’s clothes for you in the drawers.” He closes the door and leaves you alone. You stand up and walk around carefully, running your hand across the walls. You open the drawers.

Shirts, pants, skirts, and even underwear all in your style and size. Some of these are ones that you keep at home for special occasions. You get ready quickly and step out of the room. 

Holy shit, you’re in a mansion. The house is humongous, you could easily get lost in here. You head downstairs and spot Leto sitting down at a table with various foods. You sit at the chair across from him trying your best to avoid his gaze. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks as he watches you inspect the food on the table before taking a careful bite out of it. “The food isn’t poisoned or anything, it was made by the chef.”

“How did I get here?” 

“Simple, I brought you here while you were sleeping.”

You nearly choke on your food before struggling to swallow it. You take a gulp of water and continue to speak.

“You kidnapped me?! I was hoping I got black out drunk and you happened to bring me to your mansion.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily call it kidnapping, I’m protecting you from the lusting eyes of others. They don’t know what I’ll do to them if I catch them.”

He continues to stare at you as you eat, not letting his eyes drift away for even a moment. When you finish, he calls over a maid to pick up all of the plates and leftovers. 

“I have to go to work now. You’re free to walk around the house, but you cannot leave under any circumstances whatsoever. You will have unwanted punishments if you do so, punishments I do not want to inflict.”

You gulp in fear, and feel your legs tremble as you stand up from your chair. 

“Don’t be so scared, I would never harm you.” He walks over to you, cupping your cheeks and placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. “I’m doing this because I love you. You belong to me and nobody else.”

He heads towards the door. “Goodbye now, feel free to explore the house.” He leaves, and you’re frozen in your tracks. 

Oh goodness. What are you going to do now? You could make a run for it, and get as far as possible, despite the warnings you had just received. You walk towards the door and put your hand on the door knob, you turn the-

“One more thing I forgot to tell you.” Leto looks at you right in front of him, and you quickly step back and put your hand behind you. He raises his eyebrow, but continues to speak. “Your phone is in one of the drawers in your room. You can speak with your friends, family, and go on social media, but everything is monitored, so be careful about what you do.” He leaves again, this time without a goodbye. 

You walk back upstairs, and head towards what you assume to be the bathroom for you. It has an unopened pack of toothbrushes and toothpaste, along with hung towels and loofahs. You look around and inspect every mirror and decoration in it, even the lights. There seem to be no cameras, you hope. You brush your teeth and wash your face, in hopes of somehow uplifting your mood. It didn’t.

You walk out of the bathroom and walk around. The rooms are mostly empty guest rooms. You reach a closed door at the end of the corridor. You try to turn the knob, but it doesn’t budge. It’s Leto’s room, you think, and not some creepy sex dungeon. You walk back to your room and open your drawer to find your phone in it. You lay down and open it, everything seems to be normal at first glance. 

Then, you look through your messages, specifically the ones with the guy from work you were hoping to go out with. Dozens of messages from last night that you didn’t send were coming from you. Ones about talking to meet up to talk about something important. You didn’t say any of this. You panic, and quickly send him a message. It doesn’t go through. You get a message from Leto (whom you hadn’t had saved in your phone) after you read the messages. 

“Don’t bother texting him. He’s long dead already. He should’ve known better.”

You open his text, but don’t reply to him. How the hell did you get wrapped into this situation? How do you explain it to your parents? He probably already lied to them anyway. You sigh as you feel your eyes tear up, trying not to sob. You want to leave, you don’t want to be here. Goodness knows what he’ll do to you. He said he would never hurt you, but who knows if it’s just a bluff to get you to be calm?

Before you know it, tears start to pour out of your eyes, you feel your heart threatening to escape your chest. You’re scared, you have so many unanswered questions. You close your eyes, and drift away to sleep after managing to calm yourself down. You plan to sleep throughout the whole day until Leto comes back. 

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The sound of the door makes your eyes open quickly, and you sit up on your bed. You hear footsteps up the stairs and coming closer to where you are. Leto opens the door slowly, and walks in when he sees you. 

“How was your day?” He sits down next to you, and you subtly move away from him. 

“Why did you kill him?”

He sighs, turning his head away from you to look at one of the paintings on the wall. “I did it for you. Because I love you near and dear to my heart and soul. Now, answer my question. How was your day?”

You scoff and roll your eyes. “Boring. I slept the whole day.” 

“You have this whole mansion to explore, with a pool in the backyard and everything, yet you still decide to sleep in? What else do you want me to do?”

“Let me leave.”

He turns to you, a look of held back frustration on his face. He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at him.

“You know I cannot and will not do that. Perhaps in a few months we can go out together, but you know you are restricted to the constraints of this house. You’re lucky I’m so generous and kind, as any other person would’ve already hurt you.” 

He lets go of your chin, but continues to look at you with a steady gaze. “I love you more than words can describe. In due time, you’ll realize that I am the only one worthy of you, worthy of loving you in a way nobody else can.” 

He stands up and walks towards the door. “Dinner is already ready, take a shower and then head down.” 

Once he leaves, you grab your clothes and go to the bathroom, turning on the water and making it the perfect temperature. 

You finish showering and head down. Leto isn’t at the table, instead, he seems to be in the living room. You eat in silence, and you can hear the sound of the TV faintly. The maid picks up your plate once you’re done, and you head back up to your room. 

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The next few days are the same. You try your best not to upset Leto, while coming up with ideas on how to leave. All of these plans are discarded immediately, as every time you try them out, something or someone stops you from leaving. All of the doors leading to the free world are barricaded, and there’s maids and butlers that stop you from leaving. 

He’ll do practically anything you ask him to, except letting you leave the property. He hasn’t hurt you, but you can tell when he’s angry with you when you ignore him or push his buttons. 

Today, you’re watching TV in the living room. Scrolling through an endless selection of movies and tv shows. Nothing seems appealing. 

Your mind drifts back to when you worked for him. He seemed to be very interested in you. He was always buying you food and things you wanted but couldn’t buy because they were out of your price range. He knew everything about you. Things you didn’t and did like, your routines, hell, he probably tracked your cycle as well. 

You hear the front door opening, which snaps you out of your thoughts. It’s Leto coming back from work. You pay no mind to him as he approaches you, which seems to mildly annoy him. He’s nice and patient with you, sure, but he still has you trapped in here. You have a multitude of things to do in here, but you only want one thing: freedom. 

He sits down on the opposite side of the couch from you, looking at you and sighing. “I’m trying everything to make you smile again, you always seem so upset with me.”

“You know why I’m upset.”

“But why? I give you everything you could ever ask for, but you have your mind set on one thing. One foolish thing. You have everything, you’re just being selfish.”

You turn to face him fully, now beyond upset with him. “I’m the selfish one?! You kidnapped me because you want me all to yourself. I’m surprised you don’t have me trapped in your room with you.”

“I won’t force you to do things you do not want to do. I’m being patient because I love you. You don’t think you love me, in fact you must think you hate me, but you’re just in denial. Just accept my undying love for you, and you’ll see how your life will get so much better.” He moves closer to you, cupping your face and kissing your forehead softly. 

“What if I don’t, huh? What’ll happen to me then?”

“I’ll keep trying and trying, if I can’t have you, nobody can. I’ll kill everyone who’s between us.” He grabs the tv remote and puts on a movie about who knows what. He wraps his arm around you, pulling you in close. He’s warm, and very comfortable to lay on. You want to leave, but you’re practically caged in. 

-

You wake up the next morning still in his arms. You blink a few times, and see him looking at you. 

“You sleep with your mouth open.”

“No I don’t!”

He chuckles and brushes a few stray hair strands out of your face. 

“Don’t you have to go to work?” 

“I’ve decided to stay in today with you.”

You sigh. There goes your plan to execute escape attempt #48. You get up and stretch, and head upstairs to your bathroom. Leto watches every step you take, looking at you with adoration. He gets up as well, and you see him head towards the locked door at the end of the corridor and head inside. 

You wonder what’s in his room that he has to lock it. You’re allowed to go anywhere else, but not his room. You finish getting ready and head back downstairs. You eat breakfast with Leto, and a few words are exchanged between bites. 

“What would you like to do today?”

“Go outside and shop together?”

“Nice try. Maybe later along the line we can go out together, but everything we do has to be on my property.”

At least you tried. “Fine, we can play Mario Kart or something together.” He smiles at your response. 

You two spend the whole day playing games together, and you even went out to the pool together. It was a treat seeing Leto shirtless and all wet. His salt and pepper hair sticking to his hot, tan skin. You might hate him, but you can’t deny the man is absolute eye candy. 

“Oh my goodness Leto, you absolutely suck at Mario Kart.” You laugh as he ends up in last place, behind all of the bots. 

“I’m not good at these types of games.” He says as he scratches his beard. He looks at you, and smiles at you having fun with him. 

“You look so beautiful when you smile. I told you living here with me isn’t so bad.” 

Once your laughter dies down, you realize that you really haven’t thought about leaving this place all day after breakfast. Maybe it really isn’t so bad. 

You two continue to laugh and talk, and you go back to your room to sleep once it’s past 12. You lay down and look at the ceiling. He’s right. You have everything you could ever want in here. And you also have a hot man you can drool over. 

You feel like a completely different person. Something in you has definitely changed, but you don’t know what. 

-

Over the next few days, Leto continues to stay home from work to hang out with you. He’s friendly, but commanding and strict when he needs to be. 

You can’t exactly pinpoint when it happened, but your feelings of hate and resentment towards him slowly developed into feelings of love. You don’t want to admit it, but you feel your stomach flutter whenever he holds you close to him. Your commitment to find freedom has died down, and you don’t know if you really want to leave anymore. You still keep in touch with your friends and family via text messages, although it’s sometimes a bit hard to come up with an excuse as to why you can’t leave.

Currently, you and Leto are watching a movie on the couch. You’re snuggled up next to him, and he’s holding you close. 

“Why don’t you come sleep in my room with me? No funny business if you don’t want to.”

“The locked room at the end of the hallway?”

“Yes, that one.”

Who knows what’s in there? He said he wouldn’t do anything without your permission, but it’s still a bit scary. 

“Sure, okay.”

He turns off the tv once the movie is finished and tidies up the couch. You follow him up the stairs and watch him unlock the door. He opens the door for you and you walk in. 

The room is huge. Much bigger than yours with a balcony and a built-in bathroom, which is also very big. Your eyes drift to an open closet. Is that a shrine? Of you? Are those your favorite pair of panties? Where did he get all of those pictures from?

“Ahem. You weren’t supposed to see that.” He closes the closet door and locks it. He clears his throat and points towards the bed. “You can sleep on whichever side you want, I have extra pillows and blankets if you want more.”

You lay down and put your head on the pillow. Wow, even the bed and pillows are better than yours. So comfortable. He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you close and kissing your neck softly. You play with his hair, running your fingers through it. 

“Took you a few weeks to finally accept that you love me.”

“I haven’t said anything yet.”

“Would we be wrapped up like this if you didn’t?”

You smile as you continue to play with his hair. You trail your hand down his face. You lean in, and place a soft kiss on his lips. He smiles, and kisses you back. 

What was a soft moment between you two quickly turned into a heated makeout session. You’re straddling Leto, and feel a very prominent bulge nudging your thighs. When you try to pull his pants down, he stops you. 

“No, I’m starting with you tonight.” He lifts you up to take off your shorts, leaving you only in your shirt and panties. He runs his fingers through your soaked underwear, making you gasp. 

“You’ve been aching for me, haven’t you? Look at how you’ve been denying her my attention and devotion.” He slides them off, the cold air hitting your core and making you shiver. He motions for you to sit on his face, and you work your way up and hover above him.

“Sit.” He squeezes your thighs and swallows, his eyes on your dripping cunt. You go down slowly, and he nearly slams you onto his mouth. His beard is surprisingly soft and comfortable to sit on. You moan as you feel his tongue lick you up and down, lapping all of your juices up. Your hands find his hair, and you pull it softly when you feel his tongue prodding at your entrance. 

“Leto.. Leto!” You moan loudly as he enters you, exploring you and finding all of your sweet spots. His hands are on your ass and thighs, groping and squeezing whenever you spill your praises for him. His groans into your cunt, his eyes meeting your watery ones. 

His tongue circles your clit, giving it a few swipes, determined to push you over the edge. He coaxes out a  loud, satisfied, moan from you. You clamp your thighs around his head, but it only seems to make his tongue work faster and harder. He’s extremely focused on making you orgasm, hitting every single one of the spots that make your thighs nearly suffocate him. 

Without a warning, you snap, moaning loudly and singing praises for Leto. He laps everything up, not letting a drop to waste. He continues to lick your folds gently, careful to not make you too overstimulated. You lay down next to him, trying to catch your breath. He kisses you, letting you taste yourself on your tongue. You trail your hand down, cupping his bulge that’s threatening to pop out of the confines of his pants. 

“You were great. Are you ready?” He says while kissing down your neck, taking off your shirt.

You nod, and without hesitation, he has you under him. He releases his thick cock from its confines, and rubs the tip along your slit.   

“Wait! Can you use a condom, please?”

Leto sighs and shakes his head. He continues to press the tip against you.

“I’m not on the pill and I’m not sure if I want a kid yet.” 

Leto kisses your cheek and whispers in your ear. “Let me see you swell with my kid. I’ll take such, such good care of you. I’ll be there for anything you need me for. I’ll even let you go outside with me. Let everyone see who you belong to.”

You hesitate, and squeeze his arm softly. He continues to rub his tip against your entrance temptingly. The offer sounds amazing. He’ll even let you go outside. 

“Please, I need to fill you to the brim, you’ll be dripping with me for days. I need to wrap my arms around you, and feel our baby kicking in your belly.”

You take a deep breath. “Okay, go ahead.” He gives you a kiss and pushes himself in slowly, but easily due to how absolutely soaked you are. You moan once he’s in fully.

“You’re taking me in so well. Tell me how much better it feels when there’s no pesky condom on, hm?” He continues to thrust, picking up a faster pace.

“It feels-, so fucking good.” You moan out loudly as he bites your neck, soothing the bite with his tongue. He nearly folds you in half, trying to get even deeper inside you. Your walls clench around him. This feels better than everything else you’ve ever had.

He moves his hips quickly and moans into your neck. He hits every spot in you, as if he has your body mapped out in his head. He squeezes your nipple softly, making you yelp and moan. 

“Let me hear those sweet moans. Don’t hold back.”

You do as he says, although you get a bit embarrassed when you think about the other people in the mansion, and you hope they can’t hear you. 

You feel yourself getting close to climaxing again, and dig your nails into Leto’s back, which gets a sweet moan out of him. Your walls spasm and clench as you orgasm, trying to milk him for all he’s worth. You feel him twitch inside you, and he goes even faster than before. 

He kisses you as he comes, filling you up and making you feel warm inside. He softens inside you, but doesn’t pull out. He lays down on top of you, kissing your skin softly. You both pant, skin hot and sweaty. 

“If it doesn't take, we’ll keep trying and trying until it does.”

“You’re really hung up on that, aren’t you?”

“I’m surprised you aren’t, you’d do anything to go back outside, wouldn’t you?”

You feel your finger twitch, but you don’t pay much attention to it. 

“I think it’s pretty comfy living in this mansion actually.”

“Wow, it’s almost like I was trying to tell you that all this time.”

You both laugh, and silence comes soon after. You feel Leto breathing softly on your neck with his eyes closed. 

This whole thing has been a rollercoaster of emotions for you. You’re not too sure if you’re the same person that first woke up in this unfamiliar mansion weeks ago.