#leonblagden

Lucien took a step froward at the call of his name once thus far by the fool of a master letting his jacket fall to the ground. His glare holding the sharp blue eyes with annoyed respect, the fact Leon was so bold to challenge him in return said a lot of his character, though he knew the other master didn’t exactly hate being his slave. Yet it was more than obvious the lesson taught was not learned. 

He was appeased at Leon’s agreement with his notions on the magic and event itself, but it was well and far from being enough to have Lucien regarding Leon with anything other than pure bile at the moment. The French councilman removed his tie for the next article stepping to the English master who clearly held absolutely no fear of him.  

“Humiliation I’d presume and if I’m wrong, say my name again little lion. I’ll give you one last time.” Lucien not too worried considering what he had left to strip off until he’d be close to embarrassment. It would take at least seven more times for Lucien to be stripped down and he was planning for the next to be the last. 

“You really against me fuckin you here?” Raiden’s low voice rumbled against Leon’s skin before he bit into it and sucked hard as hands slipped to the other’s thighs to grip roughly lifting them around him when he pulled him flush to him grinding his own obvious need against Leon’s. The mark that was left was already fading. He pulled back to look into the blue hue a hand moved to Leon’s cheek, thumb dipping under the chin keeping those eyes on him. “Yeah I am too fuckin impatient.” His thumb shifted into a dragon talon sliding up the other’s chin and running over Leon’s bottom lip splitting it easily and deeply. Raiden leaned in licking the line of crimson that dripped down Leon’s chin until he got to the now healed lip. “Specially when you got the attention of one of my bitches.” He voice low as his hand slipped under lean, fingers giving way to claws and he tore into the in the way fabric and as always skin with his normal disregard. “Way Gaudet was eyein you last meetin...” The tribrid brought the red stained claws up letting his tongue run over one eyes never leaving Leon’s. “I took notice.” His bloodied had dropped to his own pants, undoing them and pulling out his more than ready cock, stroking it with the blood still coating his hand before shifting Leon up a bit more and positioning himself. “Don’t let your dick get the better of you Blagden.” He grit as he pushed in the tight unprepped hole, his hands shifting to the English vampires hips pulling him down on his large cock. “You don’t want me as an enemy.” The last low and a little breathless from the tight warmth hugging his cock. 

Text: Leon Text: Come over. I need shit fixed.

Text: I’ll be over in a minute then. 

If he could even get out of bed. Seth probably shouldn’t have volunteered so much during heat week. Two wolves and a demon in less than a week left him exhausted and sore in places he didn’t know he could be. He still had some marks leftover, not that he minded. It took him a decent ten minutes to find the motivation to get up and on his feet to head over to Leon’s suite. He leaned against the doorframe and knocked, raising his brow when the vampire finally answered the door. “So what the fuck did you do?” he asked. 

Raphael eyed Leon deliberately, momentarily considering this situation. He supposed he could have been collared by worse – and, oh, he had. At least with Leon he knew he had a higher chance of turning the tables with his mental abilities still in play, if he needed them. And the fucking spell already had him incredibly aroused in a matter of seconds. He smiled as he approached the taller vampire, dragging a well manicured finger down his chest. “If you wanted to play with me, you could have just asked,” he all but purred, “You better make it worth my while then.”

There was a lot in Yip’s mind.

His fingers danced between the keys, played the tone of Chopin's Étude in C minor, Op. 10 no. 12. A piece of music that was composed during the 18th century, composed as a patriotic reaction to hearing that Warsaw had been captured by the Russians. Also known as Revolutionary.

Even having lived for thousands of years, the emptiness when something exited your life was undeniable. His friend has made the decision to move on, to embrace the final rest. A decision Yip respected greatly. There was not many man that could simply let go. To be content with what they have and move on by their will. No, unlike mortal, vampires did not have to fear death brought by age. Their physical forms will be forever young. A life that can only be taken.

Yip will miss him. He has already missed him greatly. He couldn’t help but ponder, if his friend’s decision was the one he would make one day for himself.

😈 I’d Dominate you

“You should definitely dominate me.”

…With who else though?

“Oh, uh, right here?”  Aleixo blinked, his face warming a little bit, even as he smiled.  The butler glanced around them briefly and then focused back on Leon, a slightly teasing glint in Aleixo’s eyes.  “What kind of show would you like, sir?”