#oc marcus

The snow storm was not slowing down, but when it was like that, people of Whiterun were hiding inside their homes, trying to stay warm. For some it was easier, while others struggled more with the lack of wood.

The General left his duty to his subordinate for tonight, even though he could handle the cold a bit better than others, he had other plans for this cold night. He had company.

“Leaving your duties for me, hm? That's new, I could get used to it,” Marcus purred, smirking to himself as he watched Cyrus put one last piece of wood into the fire.

“Don't,” Cyrus growled, looking back with a glare at his companion who was playfully smirking, sitting on the edge of the bed. “I did my part for today, I'm leaving the rest to them.”

Marcus chuckled, walking towards him and wrapped his arms over his waist, “Oh, sure,” he breathed out against Cyrus’ skin, pressing slow kisses on his shoulder and neck. “That was the reason to leave your job to a subordinate that you hate and invite me over instead. Because you did your part, nothing more,” he teased and nipped on the general's earlobe, which made the other man's breath hitch.

Cyrus could feel himself blushing and he cursed under his breath, not wanting to show his vampire lover how much he already affected him. “Stop that,” he murmured, and groaned when Marcus’ hand slipped past his pants, moving along his hip. “Marcus,” he warned, even if he didn't mean to sound so defensive, unfortunately it was an instinctive reaction.

“My apologies,” Marcus smiled and stepped back, giving Cyrus enough space. “It would be easier if you just tell me why you want me here.” He still struggled to fully read what Cyrus was thinking, even if they talked about how he felt about being in a secret relationship with a male vampire. The General has all of Marcus’ support and he will continue to help him discover his feelings. Just that sometimes it was still hard when Cyrus seemed like he wasn't cooperative.

Talk about feelings rather than keep them all inside.

Cyrus remembered that talking out loud, actually communicating does help him. Besides, he had his reason why he called for his lover. It was just… that he still felt a little nervous about it.

“I'm sorry,” the General sighed, “I um…” He paused, trying to find the right words when he felt Marcus hold his hand and pull him to sit on the bed next to him.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me. You know that,” Marcus said softly, giving a small reassuring smile to relax him.

Cyrus nodded and cleared his throat, his gaze, however, focused on the sheets between them. “I want to try it again,” he admitted, barely above a whisper.

The vampire blinked, confused at first and genuinely trying to think what it meant. There was a good minute or two of silence, only the sound of fire crackling from the fireplace filled the room.

“I… sorry, I'm a bit slow today… try what again exactly?” Marcus leaned slightly closer as if to hear him better and tilted his head.

“By the gods, Marcus!” Cyrus hissed in embarrassment, looking up at him with a flushed and frustrated face. “You know…” He tried again, his eyes avoiding Marcus’ confused look.

Marcus hummed, and he finally understood. It was mostly from Cyrus’ body language and how he was blushing. Good, so he read him right.

“Oh,” he breathed out in amusement and a smirk immediately formed on his face again. “You wish to submit to me again? I'm honored, General.”

“You don't have to say it like that,” Cyrus muttered. He was the General, someone constantly in control, so being in the submissive role was new to him. Though, the first time he was like that with Marcus, he started learning that maybe it wasn't that bad, that he liked it. Liked to let his guard down for once to a man who was so careful and gentle with him. He wanted to explore that feeling some more.

“Cyrus,” Marcus purred, lifting his chin up to make eye contact. “You liked it the first time. I'm very glad you want to give it another chance with me.”

The vampire's charm was working too well, Cyrus never thought a man could make him feel this way. “I just… I don't know…” the General sighed, looking away for a brief moment.

“That's okay. You told me what you want and I'm more than happy to oblige,” Marcus lifted Cyrus’ hand and brought it up to his lips, pressing a tender kiss over his fingers, over the ring that represented his title, the power of being a General.

“You damn vampire…” Cyrus murmured, the words just slipped out of his mouth, but they were only a bark and no bite. He was still flustered, yet he was slowly relaxing into this unique feeling.

“I love you, too,” Marcus said with a smile, he leaned to kiss him softly on the lips, to test how much Cyrus was really ready. The other man stiffened at first, but opened his mouth willingly, returning the kiss.

The vampire let him lead the kiss, and moaned softly into it to let him know he's doing good. Really, Cyrus was very good at this, he just needed a little push to start.

The storm was still happening outside, the occasional sound of the wind whistling through the window filled the room, but none of them paid attention to that. Not now when Marcus worked his fingers inside his lover.

Cyrus moaned softly, hiding his face with his arm, though he instinctively spread his legs more and reached to rub himself.

“Very good, taking my two fingers so well. You're getting better at this,” Marcus praised, watching over his companion with a smirk.

“Y-yes…” The General breathed out shakily, biting his bottom lip to muffle his whimper that almost escaped him. “It feels… better…” He peaked over at the vampire who seemed to take that as a sign that he could go deeper.

“Mhm, and here?” Marcus teased, brushing perfectly against his prostate, which made the other man cry out softly, only to press his own hand against his mouth to silence himself. “I want to hear you, and I need you to use words for me, okay?”

Cyrus gritted his teeth, prompting himself on his elbows. “Yes- mmh- just… fuck, don't stop…” He couldn't think anymore, the pleasure was overwhelming.

The vampire hummed in satisfaction and leaned over to brush a tender kiss on his lips. “See? It feels good,” he murmured against his lips and Cyrus almost choked on his own breath.

“Mhm,” the General nodded, shutting his eyes closed, focusing on the pleasure.

“Want more?” Marcus nipped on his jaw and caressed his face with his free hand.

“Mhm,” Cyrus hummed again, swallowing hard as his lover twisted his fingers inside.

“Words, General, you're always good with using them. Tell me you want more.” Marcus took his chance when Cyrus was this vulnerable but he also wanted to teach him that communication was very important here.

Cyrus let out a strangled whimper and let his head fall against Marcus’ shoulder, “Keep doing that… right there- yes!” He gasped when the other man abused his sweet spot, making him breathless.

Marcus pressed a kiss on his forehead and returned back in front of his parted legs. “You're so beautiful like this, I wish you could see yourself.” He caressed Cyrus’ inner thigh, observing him, how his legs slightly shaked, how he was already leaking precum over his fingers. The vampire reached to touch him, joining his hand.

“Marcus…” Cyrus moaned, but let him take over.

“I think you're ready to take me. You actually took my two fingers all the way this time. Maybe next time you'll take three,” Marcus smirked at him, giving lazy rubs over his tip and feeling how he twitched in his hand.

Cyrus groaned, lifting himself on his elbows to try and see but now he felt it, felt how deep Marcus’ fingers reached him. “You're going to be the death of me…” he sighed dramatically.

The other man chuckled and thrusted his fingers a little faster. “Oh, hush, you're adorable,” Marcus purred, “Do you feel ready?”

The General moaned and whimpered, trying to speak up. “I guess,” he breathed out.

“Very well.” The vampire pulled his fingers out and kissed his inner thigh to make him stop shaking. “Let's see how much you can take me today.”

Cyrus exhaled deeply as he fell back against the pillows, already feeling defeated. “Don't be that bold, I'll fuck you instead if you-”

Marcus silenced his outburst with a kiss, pushing his tongue inside to brush against his. The General whimpered into it, nipping onto his lip enough to draw out blood but it was like he forgot his lover was a vampire. That only got Marcus to deepen the kiss with a low moan.

‘This man… this damn vampire… but I can't help myself. It's different with him,’ Cyrus thought while his partner sucked slowly on his tongue, making his head spin some more.

Once they pulled out, a trail of saliva stayed connected to their tongue, Marcus brushed it off Cyrus’ mouth, giving them both enough time to catch their breaths.

All they both could do was stare flustered into each other's eyes for a few minutes. “I'll be gentle,” Marcus whispered.

He always was, even when they were only making out in bed, he seemed to be gentle and patient with him. Even when Cyrus was the one fucking him, he was guiding him, praising him all the time. Truly a unique vampire.

Marcus lubed himself with an oil purposely made only for this. Perhaps it needed more work to be more sticky but it worked just fine. He positioned himself between his lover's parted legs and tucked a pillow under the small of his back.

“There you go. Now, I want you to breathe through this, just like the first time,” he said, already pressing his tip teasingly against his hole.

“Y-yes, I know,” Cyrus muttered, already doing what he was told.

“Good. Ready?” Marcus asked.

“Ready,” the other man exhaled deeply.

With that, Marcus began to slowly push in, he could feel how Cyrus tensed up as the tip got in. “Breathe, love, you're okay.” He rubbed his leg in comfort and continued to push in.

The General groaned as his companion opened him more than his fingers, and he was definitely bigger than his fingers. “Oh, gods… M-Marcus…” He whimpered and gritted his teeth.

“Want me to stop?”

“No, I'm fine. Keep going.” There was no going back now and Cyrus really wanted it.

It hurt a little, he couldn't lie. He gripped the sheets as Marcus got halfway in, letting out groans and whimpers from discomfort of being stretched more. The vampire kept reminding him to breathe, murmuring praises as he finally got all in. Still, the General hated this one part of himself during this, how he felt vulnerable.

He was always the one in control, never wanted to be seen as weak or submissive. He was a General, it was a powerful title, he went through so much to get that damn title, pushed himself to endure any pain and now this type of pain was making him groan and grip the sheets. It wasn't even real pain, it was just discomfort that he had to get used to for it to feel good.

“Cyrus,” Marcus called softly, and the other man opened his eyes to look at him. “I thought I lost you there for a second. Are you okay? Do you need a minute?”

“No, no… you should stop worrying so much…” Cyrus muttered and was about to say something else when he felt a gentle peck on his forehead.

“I want you to feel comfortable. Just relax for me, you're already doing much better than the first time and I'm proud of you.” Marcus caressed his face, admiring his lover, how he blushed at his words and whimpered at a light movement. “You deserve to relax, to not be in control. Allow yourself to enjoy.”

Marcus was right and one less stubborn part of Cyrus understood. He nodded, allowing his companion to take care of him. He cupped his face and pulled him into a deep kiss, which instinctively made the other man thrust his hips slowly. The General moaned against his lips, their eyes locked for a moment, Marcus could see the trust in Cyrus’ eyes, how his expression softened, and that earned him another kiss.

The faint noise from the outside got replaced with Cyrus’ moans, groans and whimpers, followed by Marcus’ soothing noises and praising him.

“Taking me so well after all, my love. Look at that… gods, you are a sight to behold,” Marcus praised, admiring how beautiful his lover looked like this. It was a rare sight that only he got to see and he was grateful for it.

“Oh, don't- aah… start with that.” Cyrus managed to say between his moaning when the vampire brushed perfectly against his prostate, making him shut his eyes and grit his teeth to hold back his noises.

“Don't fight it, I need to hear you,” Marcus murmured against his neck, brushing a peck over his vein, feeling how his pulse quickened. He gently pulled Cyrus’ thighs more towards himself to get a little deeper in.

“What are you doing- Oh! Y-you bastard…” Cyrus groaned but it turned into a moan when Marcus changed the angle and thrusted deeper into him.

Marcus smirked and leaned over to observe him closer. “Just want to be closer to you… deeper in you,” he growled softly as he began to kiss along the General's neck.

Cyrus involuntarily moaned louder and threw his head back against the pillow, exposing his neck some more to the vampire. He gripped the sheets with one hand while the other found its way to Marcus’ hair.

“Aah… m-more- yes, keep doing that…” He moaned, overwhelmed with how Marcus was everywhere on him. The kisses and the changed pace made his eyes roll back for a second. “Oh Divines…” The words just kept slipping out of his mouth and his vampire lover seemed to love them.

“Here, my love?” Marcus teased and thrusted a bit harder, hitting his prostate just right.

“Yes! Oh…” Cyrus moaned, gripping harder on his lover's hair. “Faster… I-I need…”

Marcus hummed, smirking as he nipped onto his neck. “I got you,” he whispered and gently took Cyrus’ hand that was gripping the sheets into his own. The General's fingers twitched with his each thrust but he still held his hand, giving a light squeeze as Marcus brushed his thumb over his knuckle. “Good, see? I got you. Just hold my hand through it, love.”

Cyrus whined, his eyes glistening from unreleased tears but he relaxed his grip on his lover's hair and even pulled him into another wet kiss. They kept moaning and whimpering as Marcus moved faster and Cyrus locked his heels over his hips, submitting fully into this feeling.

The General's body started shaking, and he broke the kiss with a gasp and a whimper when his companion fucked him deeper. Marcus squeezed his hand, feeling him tense up.

“Getting close for me?” He smirked as he watched Cyrus’ expressions: so flustered and his lips parted as every thrust made him whimper.

“I-I think so…” the other man panted. He could feel the climax building, it felt so intense, slow and almost like a torture but in a good way. Their first time like this left him shaking for a good ten or more minutes, so Marcus wondered how intense it'll be now.

“Good. I want to look at you while you come for me. You're so good, by the Divines, you're making it…” Marcus paused to moan as he moved a bit faster, “So hard to hold back.”

That made Cyrus cry out, grit his teeth and squeeze harder on Marcus’s hand. “Just don't stop- fuck!” He moaned in frustration, chasing his pleasure.

The vampire chuckled breathlessly, pressing a gentle peck over Cyrus’ eyes when he closed them. “No, no, I want to look at you. Open your eyes for me,” he panted softly and Cyrus obeyed, blinking the tears away. The hunger in Marcus’ eyes was almost too much, and his praises enough to make the General shake even more. “Beautiful, that's right. Keep your eyes on me, we’ll get through this together.”

For a moment Cyrus wasn't even sure if he was going to come or pass out from how incredibly good this felt and now when he had his eyes locked with his lover, he could feel himself leaking precum over his belly.

“M-Marcus… I'm- I-” He blurted out, his words interrupted by his moans he couldn't hold back.

“I know, I know. Just let go, love, let go, you deserve it,” Marcus encouraged him, moving faster to give just what Cryus needed.

That seemed to be enough to take the General over the edge and with a final deep thrust, Cyrus cried out and shaked through the orgasm, spilling over his belly. “Oh gods… Marcus!” He sobbed, squeezing his partner’s hand hard, whining as his cock pulsed and Marcus helped him ride this long orgasm out.

“There you go… beautiful. Ride it out, love, good just like that…” Marcus purred, giving slow little thrusts to help him out.

Cyrus was panting heavily, it looked like this climax took all of his energy. He was still shaking, swallowing his own saliva and gasping for air. He couldn't talk, not until he caught his breath.

The vampire pulled out, he didn't finish but that wasn't the point of this, his main priority was Cyrus and his pleasure.

“Breathe, you did so good. This time I didn't even need me to touch you. You came untouched, well done.” Marcus kissed his cheek, wiping off a tear that escaped his companion.

“You… you were too good…” Cyrus said, his voice a bit hoarse yet still soft. “Fuck… this was… I can't even speak,” he sighed, still catching his breath but he couldn't even think at the moment.

His lover chuckled and kissed his forehead, caressing his face. “Take your time. You're still shaking after all.”

The General laughed breathlessly, shaking his head, trying to recover from this. However, he noticed that Marcus was still hard. “You didn't finish…” He said, and looked up at his companion.

Marcus hummed in a low tone and kissed him on the lips before replying, “You are my priority, you and your pleasure.”

The other man cupped his face and smiled tiredly at him. “And I want you to finish, too. I um… want…” he blushed and looked away nervously.

“What do you want, my General?” Marcus encouraged him, pressing their foreheads together.

“I want you to finish inside me… to feel you…” Cyrus admitted quietly. The first time when they had sex, when Marcus was being the submissive one, even then Cyrus wasn't sure how he felt about coming inside him, probably because he was very much new to being with a man, but Marcus wanted and asked him to finish inside him. So, the General was curious on how it felt, how it felt to be filled by a man he loved.

Marcus smirked, and lifted his chin up to look at him the eyes. “You're very brave for me today. I'll do it only if you allow me.”

Cyrus returned the smirk and pulled him by his hair into a deep kiss, licking into his mouth. The vampire hummed in surprise but relaxed into the embrace, returning it equally as passionate.

“I'm allowing you. Now,” the General breathed out after the kiss, he sounded like he was giving an order.

“Now? You don't want to rest?” Marcus asked, rising his eyebrow curiously.

“It's an order- accept it before I start thinking clearly again,” Cyrus growled softly and clenched harder on Marcus’ hair, making the vampire whimper.

“By your orders, General. The storm is not slowing down and the night is long,” Marcus purred and locked their lips together.

Cyrus hummed in satisfaction and cupped his face, feeling how his lover adjusted himself. “This time, I want to look at you as you come inside me. That is another order.”

“As you wish, my love,” Marcus murmured and kissed him gently. “My General.”