#chirine

Marseille. A la Vieille-Charité, une expo "Panoramas" faisant le tour de la variété des musées de la ville (d'où cet aspect disparate, mais très plaisant)

Dominique Louis Ferréol Papety - "Italiens"

collection Jeanne Lanvin, 1988

idem

Théodore Deck : Vase bouteille 1861 ; "Shirin au bain" avec le prince Kushraw, Iran, époque Qadjar, mi XIXe s.

Mathilde Robert - "La Vénitienne"

Tartaglia has longed for a lover who would last. Eve since Zhongli left him not too long ago for some chick as he calls her named Ganyu it pissed him off so much he just wanted to shred up the next person who visited him. But it had been about 100 years since and he's had his fill of ventilating his anger but he still yearns for intimacy to feel somebody's warm neck in his mouth and then to partake in their life fluid they would call blood his friends don't understand why he's still waiting and why he hasn't put himself out of his misery when asked he'd answer genuinely that he'd love to find one more person to fall in love with perhaps permanently this time because the tension alone kills him.

Aventurine who has always sought Somthing worth gambling his life for so ratio dared him to go into the forest and he made a bet with him that if he didn't come back then one of two things happened

1. He died

Or

2. The vampire living deep within named Tartaglia had made him his lover

Ratio as much as he loved the guy wished it was the second only because he didn't want him to die and his affection had become a bit too much for him. Venturing into the forest he comes across a palace which looked to be about 300 years old or more the gate ominous And mysterious-looking, pretty much screaming " go away" or " go home," but did the blonde care? No, he'd been gambling since the very day he turned 18, and he'd stick with it. He'd heard the stories about Tartaglia, the selfish or seemingly selfish vampire who lived in the mansion just behind the gate. Did he want to gamble with his life and say he'd become his plaything? Yes, indeed, he did.

He wanted Tartaglia to have his way with him to bite him and to toy with his life, and perhaps take him to the other side of pleasure and make him his eternal mate As he pushed past the gate nothing else would be said but the wishes that he had to  that night he wanted to be pined down and bitten from behind he wanted to be used by him he wanted All of this because ratio without another question bet that he wouldn't come back and it'd most likely be because Tartaglia found deep obsession over the young blonde

A stir begins in the castle It had been eons since he last had a guest, much less a decent meal. Though if the person who visited, he grew to like. He wouldn't kill them. Instead, he'd make them his lover, offer him eternal life one day, probably after a month of just drinking, feeding them, keeping them healthy, fucking them— the normal thing he'd do with everyone else. Only to end up killing them bc they'd bore him to death. From the moment he walked into the yard, Tartaglia was instantly at the balcony, watching his prey carefully. Walking towards the castle slowly as if eggar to meet him.

Every moment meant something. To him, even if that meant he'd have his fangs three inches deep in his neck, just above his precious corroded artery, if punched, he'd die. He wouldn't do that, not unless he wanted it to be quick and painless. But he always gives his prey an option: a moment to prove their worth to him and his 11 inches. If they could take him and moan a lewd song for him, he'd fall in love with him. He already liked him, from the looks of it. It was only a matter of time before he could have his meal. He clapped his hands, and a servant came to him.

Within seconds, he looked at him. "We are expecting company. Prepare the usual feast," he said, licking his lips, imagining biting into him fully fed, as he fed on his blood, thick and juicy, and ripe in his mouth, as if he was already addicted bc of the smell of perfume. His one weakness no other person who came wore it it was just him the new person looking closer he slapped his face it was him the gambler he saw in the city with the tall young man the other day with ratio he was in the city for business but still saw it nonetheless the filthy thoughts that went through his head only to drag him to an alleyway and bite him then marking him as his he swore he did and he had to cover his mouth not to alert ratio but he knew damn well ratio knew he liked him

Aventurine didn't always do this kind of thing, but he had seen Tartaglia before, and when Ratio told him that he was a vampire and could give him what he wanted, which was the satisfaction of being dragged down to hell (in this case by Tartaglia, which would make him into a vampire to be living and breathing in their own personal hell of immortal life—) it's always something he's wanted he wanted Tartaglia to pin him against the wall and whisper things in his ear he wouldn't dare let anybody else hear as he softly moaned wishing for more more pain and more pleasure

The guard who set up the food went to the front door just as Aven made it to the door to open it for him. "His highness has been expecting you. Follow me." He said. Aven blushed. He didn't think Tartaglia was actually expecting him to come. "What does he want with me?" He asked, already knowing the answer to his question. The guard looked at him, smiled, and chuckled. "Well, my dear, for one, he wants you to have some food in you so he doesn't starve you. If you're to be his lover, you'll get meals very good meals every night before he feeds. As in, sucks your blood by coming here, you committed yourself to that. There's no turning back now. I'm obligated to keep my hands to myself, but to escort you to the table where you'll have your meal, I can also assure you that Tartaglia is very gentle if it's his prey's first time taking his 11-inch dick in case you were wanting him to be gentle on you."

After sitting down at the table a dark presence greeted him from behind "my my my my pretty little prey has come back for more fun? Did you like how I was eying your neck when we met in the city?" He said his breath against his ear trailing down to his neck where he licked it making the blond shiver in response "y-you were e-eying my neck like you wanted to bite me then?" He asked and Tartaglia smirked "well of course, and ratio even is allowing it which means he must know Somthing I don't but he eyed me and nodded he agreed to send you over" he said going back to licking his neck then sucking gently on the skin without the use of his rather sharp canines piercing his skin which the blonde still longed for, to feel the pleasure of being  in a near death state even if it wasn't going to last long at all

"Do you think I would be joking about eyeing your neck as if it's a toy? Tell me, would you want me to bite you in the heat of passion, my little rhinestone?" <it's a variation of the initial nickname riney> he asked, licking his neck once again, making him shiver under his touch. "Do you mean when you..." he wasn't able to finish because Tartaglia turned him around to kiss him. The kiss was slow but still needy; it told the blonde how serious the tall vampire was. He was almost too shy to kiss him back as he was still trying to eat, but then Tartaglia pulled away. "Finish eating, and then my guard will escort you to my bedroom where I'll be waiting for you," he said in a stern tone, asserting his dominance he had over the blonde. Who blushed bright red, knowing exactly what was to come. He had to mentally prepare himself, and he would.

The blonde continued to eat the luxurious meal that was before him. He'd never had so much to eat. It was insane, but that was besides the point. He needed to eat. If he wanted Tartaglia to go through with whatever it was he was going to do with him. After a while, the guard came in to ask him some questions. "Have you ever met a vampire before?" He asked. The blonde blushed slightly but shook his head. "no mister Tartaglia is the only one." He said. The guard chuckled. "Well, that's not entirely true, but I'll save that for another day. How's the food, dear?" The guard asked, looking intently at him. The blonde looked baffled. He didn't even know what the guard was talking about. "Not entirely true," what was that supposed to mean? But he shook it off and decided to answer the next question.

"The food was great, though why did he have you make so much food? Do you have guests often, or is there a deeper reason?" He asked. The guard looked at him and smiled. "It's because he knows you don't eat enough and would rather that you do not pass out when he's having his way with you," they said, making Aven blush a bright, bright crimson all over. He felt as if his heart would explode. He'd never been told that before. "Would he mind if you told me your name?" He asked suddenly. The guard smiled. "He might not mind, considering I've been taking care of him for the past twelve decades. He doesn't look a day over 20, though, but in reality, he's several hundred years old," they said, then smiled. "My name is Arlecino, but you can call me Father around him. Now are you ready to go meet him?" She asked. He blushed and nodded. He actually felt like he would have a heart attack right then and there, but decided not to mention it. The thought alone of Tartaglia so deep inside of him made him shudder. Yes, he'd done it with ratio before, but he never once did it with some supernatural being. He wondered if it would be painful like when it was his first time or if he knew he had done it with him before. It was very nerve-racking and embarrassing to think about.

-aurhors note: this is my very first time writing yaoi in so damn long or really ever because I never had the courage for it before but then my best friend and soulmate came along and changed that for me

I ship Tartaglia x aventurine as a gay ship this doesn't mean I don't like straight stuff but I do love this ship if you have any questions comments or concerns please let me know in the comments