#sekh'met

Sekh leaned against the circular desk at the center of Sorcerer's Sundries, watching as Rolan spoke to a group of visitors. He didn't recognize them- not that he knew everyone in Baldur's Gate- but the way they looked around the tower in awe made him believe they were passing through the city. Most folks with any pension for magic made a point to visit Rolan's tower while in Baldur's Gate.

One of the group was particularly eager- another tiefling, her skin a pretty pink that complimented her wild blonde curls. She was staring at Rolan as he spoke as if she was enraptured, her tail swaying in an almost hypnotized rhythm.

She was clearly smitten- it was obvious as the sunlight at high noon. Sekh could only smile over it, nearly laughing to himself- because Rolan was utterly oblivious. For one so intelligent, he could miss the obvious.

Sekh watched her reach out, gently brush Rolan's arm, looking up at him with doe like eyes. For a single moment something cramped inside him, a twinge of jealousy, before he pushed it aside. Even if he encouraged Rolan to seek out as many partners as the wizard wanted, Sekh wasn't immune to jealousy.

Which he rather disliked, considering Rolan had never once looked at anyone aside of he and Astarion.

He pushed off the desk, walking towards the group. Rolan paused speaking to glance over his shoulder as Sekh grew closer, a grin blooming across his handsome face. "Oh! Perfect timing, come here darling." Sekh watched the other tiefling's eyes flick to him at the endearment. He'd barely gotten to Rolan's side and his wizard had an arm around his waist, was curling him into his side, easily finding the curve of Sekh's hip. "We've visitors all the way from Neverwinter. Trekking across the whole of the Sword Coast."

Sekh smiled, gave a little bow of his head. "Charmed. I'm Sekh'met- Sekh, if you would." The group was staring at him openly, but he wasn't surprised. Seeing drow topside alone was enough to send some into a stupor. But a drow with his facial scarring and the silent shadows of Syl's past presence? Oh, he was a sight.

"How long are you staying in the city?" Rolan asked to group, getting vague answers. Sekh had a feeling the group didn't have a set plan for their journey. "You should come to the lodge tonight- Sekh is a member of the Society of Brilliance, and there is always a good lecture to be had."

"I promise it won't be too boring. And if you've no experience with the Underdark, it could be eye opening." One of the humans in the group looked eager, which sealed the deal. Sekh advised where they could find the lodge- lodge still feeling like an outdated term, since the Society had taken up in the former Szarr palace. But old habits died hard.

The group excused themselves to turn around, and Sekh leaned more into Rolan, toying with a seam on his robe along his back. "You had an admirer," he offered quietly. Rolan quirked a brow, looked confused, just as Sekh knew he would. "The pink tiefling- she wanted to eat you up, sweetling." Sekh lifted onto his toes, leaned into Rolan's ear, added softly, "Which is my job."

Rolan shivered, against him, and Sekh felt a spark in his belly. Oh it was too fun to rile up his wizard. Rolan turned, keeping one arm around Sekh, before the room grew hazy, blurred quickly.

And a moment later, they were standing in Rolan's study. Sekh felt his head spin for a moment- teleportation was never something he had managed, and it still left his stomach a bit queasy for a moment when Rolan did it. "Still a neat trick," he offered, before Rolan was guiding him back a few steps, until Sekh bumped into the back of his desk. "Rolan?"

He could see Rolan's tail flicking behind him- a sign he was either annoyed or terribly playful. And when his hands found Sekh's waist, gripped tightly, he knew he was far from annoyed.

Rolan leaned down, found Sekh's mouth, and the drow sighed into the burning kiss, easily pushing his tongue past Rolan's lips to tease all the sharp points of his teeth. The hands on his waist squeezed, before Rolan was hoisting him up, settling Sekh on the edge of the desk, pushing his legs open so he could stand in the space between them. Sekh gave a small startled breath, before he bit at Rolan's lower lip, trying to hide the shock.

Rolan wasn't typically the one to start something. He was more than willing on all occasions, Sekh knew, but he just wasn't forward. This was… different. Nice.

"What's gotten into you?" Sekh managed, as Rolan moved off his lips, kissed the line of his jaw. One of his hands got between Sekh's legs, pressing right to their juncture, feeling the heat of his clothed cunt and rubbing along it slowly. Sekh shivered, bit at his own lip.

"Just reminding you," he mumbled, fingers applying pressure at Sekh's clit, rubbing in a firm circle. Despite the clothing Sekh could feel it, began pushing towards Rolan's hand. "That I don't care who looks at me."

Sekh managed a very breathy laugh, reached up and toyed with Rolan's hair, pulling the bits that had been tied up lose. "I wouldn't mind," Sekh managed, as Rolan lifted his head, leveled his hellish stare at him.

"The world pales against you, Sekh. I don't care who is looking at me." He found Sekh's ear as he continued to tease his clit, breathed, "Just give me you."

Sekh tipped his head back, heat radiating within his belly, down along his pelvis, into the joints of his hips. He got one hand on one of Rolan's horns, stroked it slowly, felt his wizard shudder for him, mewl into his neck. His tail swished, before it was encircling Sekh's waist, holding onto him tightly. He pressed firmer, and Sekh saw starbursts, in the corners of his eyes.

He squeezed them shut, didn't fight the wave of pleasure beginning to rapidly grow in his belly. Rolan's little pants of excitement as he stroked his horn only made them stronger, until Sekh was groaning his name, shuddering down to his toes- a quick but fierce orgasm taking root. Rolan mouthed at his neck as he came, felt his pulse beneath his lips, his other arm hooking around Sekh to keep him close. Sekh began to relax and moved to clutch at Rolan's robes, hooking a leg behind him and dragging him closer.

Astarion flipped a page in his book, curled up on the couch of their living room. Yenna was strapping a dagger to her thigh across the room, looking as if she was preparing to take on all of the Flaming Fists in the city.

“Is it overkill?” she asked, grabbing her cloak and tossing it over her shoulders, hiding most of her weaponry. It wasn’t exactly possible to hide the throwing knives along her chest. The same knives she had taken from the Szarr palace, so many years ago.

“Never,” Astarion said, not even looking up from his book. He flipped another page, heard her huff, before she was pushing the book down so he was forced to look at her.

“Never would have taken you for a bookworm. Seems more Gale’s style.” Astarion clicked his tongue, knowing that Yenna knew a comparison to the wizard would get a rise out of him. Even if Gale was indeed a dear friend.

Having no real response, he closed the book and set it aside, standing up to straighten the girl’s- no, young woman’s cloak. He couldn’t think of Yenna as his little girl forever. She was his height now- she boasted her own scars from her little adventures. She was an entire person, and not just the lost little girl who had run up to Sekh, all those years ago.

“Keep the murder quiet,” Astarion teased, “if Sekh has to sweet talk you out of an arrest again, he’ll be pissed.”

Yenna snorted a little laugh. “There’s no murder planned. Just gotta scare someone a little.”

Astarion frowned. “I could do that for you.” It was true- he and Sekh tried to give Yenna as much autonomy as possible, always had- but they were both more than willing and ready to jump in and handle all of her own problems for her. Even the problems that weren’t technically hers, but those of her friends. As it was, Astarion knew enough that a Flaming Fist had been rather forward and demanding with one of her friend’s older sisters- and Yenna wanted to scare him into his place.

The vampire was quite sure there would be some sweet talking to smooth things over. But after everything with the Netherbrain, Sekh still had Ulder’s ear if it was needed. Not that the drow was very interested in dealing with politics. If anything, he’d let Astarion handle that.

“I can handle it.” Yenna paused, before she reached out, hugged Astarion. “But thank you for offering. As always.” He returned the hug, before Yenna pulled back, giving him a little wave before crossing the room and heading for the door. It was night outside, and Astarion should set about finding himself dinner- but well… what was one more page in his book?

He settled down on the couch again, picking up the book, falling back into the heroine and her overly flirtatious relationship with her newfound party mate, a rather large dragonborn…

*

He lost track of time, in his book- only pulled back to reality when he heard a loud curse, from below. He set his book aside, standing up and stretching, his back pleasantly cracking. Gods, how long had he been absorbed in that book?

He headed for the hatch to Sekh’s workshop and pulled it open, calling down, “Darling? Everything alright?”

He could hear the drow muttering to himself, but didn’t get an answer. A quick climb down the ladder, and he found Sekh within a mess of papers, as if he had dropped one of his many tomes. He was frantically trying to gather up the papers, as a liquid from a broken bottle soaked into some of the pages.

Astarion hurried over without thought, moving to reach for the papers, when Sekh snapped a stern, “don’t!” Astarion paused, retracting his hand, his husband looking up at him from where he was knelt on the floor. “It’s a toxin derived from hook horror saliva, tongue of madness, and a touch of belladonna.”

“And why is it alright for you to touch it?” Astarion asked, rather alarmed, noting that Sekh had some of the liquid on his fingers, from the pages that had been closest to the spill.

The drow offered a sheepish grin. “I’ve been inoculating myself to it.” Astarion pinched the bridge of his nose, wanted to be exasperated- but it wasn’t unexpected. Sekh liked to build up a tolerance for the little horrors he created- and wasn’t that just the drow way? Astarion wasn’t even sure the man could be properly poisoned, at this point.

Sekh stood up, setting the dampened papers on his work table and hurrying to gather up the spill with a rag. Once it was contained, he gave Astarion a little nod, and the vampire moved to help pick up the papers that weren’t poison touched.

They were quite old, the parchment feeling brittle between his fingers. Astarion glanced over the writing on one- and found it quite neat, and very much not Sekh’s.

It took Astarion only a moment to realize that the pages were from the old tome Sekh had had, even back in the tadpole days. A book full of his father’s recipes. Something as precious to him as his mother’s short sword.

“Oh darling,” Astairon whispered, glancing at Sekh as he desperately blotted at one of the pages with the corner of a rag. Astarion could see the old ink running, the crease in Sekh’s brows growing. He walked over to the work table, set the dry pages he had on top of the old tome, before he reached out, placed a hand on Sekh’s back. The drow hung his head, letting out an unsteady breath.

“This page is ruined,” he admitted, his voice so sorrow filled it made Astarion’s chest ache. “I had the recipe memorized, I can just… write it down again… but…”

But it wouldn’t be the same. Astarion knew the few things Sekh had of his parents meant the world to him. Astarion couldn’t even blame him- maybe once, in their early days, he might have wanted to mock his sentimentality- but he had grown past that. Just because he couldn’t remember much of his life before Cazador didn’t mean he needed to mock those who had memories to cling to.

“This one should be alright,” Astarion pointed out, as Sekh dabbed at one of the other pages. It seemed only wet around the edge- a few letters smudged, but otherwise intact. Sekh nodded, but his motions seemed stiff. Astarion leaned into him, the hand at his back sliding along to his waist, so he could envelope him in one arm. Sekh leaned against him, and Astarion could see there were dark shadows, beneath his eyes.

He hadn’t noticed them earlier- but then again, he realized he hadn’t seen much of Sekh since that morning. He’d woken before the drow- which was always odd- had brewed him coffee just in time for Sekh to emerge from their bed, looking sleep haggard still. And then he’d been hard at work, down in his workshop. Astarion had chosen to give him space to work and had been enthralled with his book all day.

“Darling, look at me.” Sekh turned his head, glanced up at Astarion’s eyes. “Gods you look exhausted.”

Sekh slumped against him slightly, wiping his hands so roughly on a rag Astarion worried he was going to tear off a layer of skin. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“You should have woken me,” Astarion chided, but gently. He reasoned the drow must have fallen asleep shortly before Astarion himself had woken up. “It’s well past midnight now. Come on, let’s get you to bed. This is cleaned up enough.”

Sekh twisted from Astarion’s hold, shaking his head. “No, I can clean it up. And I need to start drafting another round of the elixir, I only have enough for a few more days.” Sekh raked his hands back his hair, and for the first time, Astarion swore he saw lines, in the corners of his eyes.

He swore his drow had been a bit more… rattled, lately. If he was honest, had been for the past two months- since he’d started taking his little fertility elixir. Astarion couldn’t be shocked by it, it was most likely wreaking utter havoc on his husband’s body, trying to realign so much that Sekh had purposefully disrupted, over the years.

 Astarion pulled him back against him, leaned in and nosed at his throat, inhaled the scent of his skin deeply. Sekh squirmed gently, reaching for Astarion’s biceps, muttering, “Are you smelling me?” As if it was strange.

As if it wasn’t something Astarion did all the time- a strange little proclivity that he knew Sekh adored.

Astarion sighed, felt an itch, in his gums, along his fangs. Sekh’s scent had been burned into his brain for years now- earthy, ashy, a touch of an incense like quality from all of the plants he always touched. But lately he swore he could smell changes in him- recently he had simply smelled so good that Astarion had just about lost his mind with desire.

Now, though, there was a hint of blood to him, something that made Astarion hungry.

“I believe,” he offered, lifting his head, “you’re about to bleed, my love.” Sekh groaned over that, pulling from Astarion and mumbling about how that made too much sense. Astarion wanted to reach back out to him, curl him back in his arms, but Sekh was somehow buzzing about, indeed cleaning up the mess despite the fact that it could have been left.

Astarion sighed, knowing better than to try to stop him. His workshop was sacred, after all, in a way. Sekh may have no respect for the divine, but his workshop was a chapel to a god he could worship- experimentation. Knowledge.

“Compromise with me,” Astarion said, as Sekh gathered up the toxin soaked rag and balled it up, so that the broken glass and poison were all contained. “Clean up as you like, I won’t get in your way- but when you’re done, come up to bed and let me lull you to sleep. You need some rest, after all.”

Sekh hesitated only a moment, before he nodded. Astarion gave him a soft smile, before he left him to his fussing, climbing up the ladder. He headed upstairs to their bedroom, taking the time to pull the blankets down, arrange the pillows so that Sekh could nestle into them easily. He even moved a few of the plants about- trying to minimize the glow in the room. Perhaps he’d take them from the room, just for the night…

He heard Sekh when he was finally making his way up the stairs- heard the sound of the bathroom door, the drow taking time to ensure his hands were washed free of his toxin. Astarion picked up one of the large vases, holding it to his chest as the large flowers in it seemed to shift, leaning towards him, casting the faintest pink glow- the sort that matched the dye Sekh used to use in his hair.

It was oddly nostalgic, in a way Astarion hadn’t realized he could experience yet.

He was still holding the plant when Sekh appeared, in their doorway. “You left your book on the couch,” he said, holding it up, as he noted the plant in Astarion’s arms. “Redecorating?”

“Just trying to make it a bit darker for you.” He set the plant down by the small writing desk on the floor, as Sekh headed for the bed, setting the book down on his own bedside table.

“You were right, by the way,” he said, untucking his shirt. “I am bleeding. Which I… guess is good.” The drow went quiet, before he pulled his shirt off, tossing it aside. Astarion frowned, moving towards him, placing a cool hand on his back.

“My sweet?” he asked, and Sekh just shrugged a shoulder.

“It’s… strange, that something I tried so hard to never experience is now something I need to happen. I just… I guess I don’t know how to feel still.” Astarion leaned his cheek onto Sekh’s shoulder, his other hand moving to Sekh’s belly, thumb rubbing along his navel. Sekh’s own hand covered Astarion’s, gave it a squeeze. “I’m okay, before you ask. I promise. I still want this.”

“I believe you, when you say that. I trust you.” Astarion lifted his head, kissed Sekh’s cheek. “Undress and get in bed. Let me relax you a bit.” Astarion was pleased when Sekh didn’t disagree- simply stepped away to fully strip. Naked, he crawled into the bed, letting Astarion guide him to settle on his belly, so he could snuggle into the pillows. Astarion settled himself along the backs of Sekh’s thighs, straddling them, taking a moment to shamelessly enjoy the muscles that were visible along his husband’s back.

He knew, from experience, where Sekh tended to carry pain during his bleeds. Astarion was nearly tempted to call his menstruation moonblood, as he had just seen in the novel he had been reading-

He must have snorted a laugh, because muffled from the pillows he heard, “what?”

Astarion smiled to himself, reaching out, running his hands up Sekh’s back to grip at his shoulders. “Laughing to myself over the absurdity of something I read earlier.” Sekh gave a little grunt, a simple request for more information, as Astarion worked at his shoulders- not because the stress was there, but selfishly because he wanted to touch them. “The darling little heroine got her, and I do quote, moonblood.”

Sekh groaned, as if he was dying, before he turned his head, so he could speak clearly. “It doesn’t need a fancy name, by the gods.”

“Have to romanticize it somehow, pet.” Astarion dragged his hands lower, over Sekh’s back, to the small of it. He paused, pressed his thumbs in hard, dragging them out towards his hips. Sekh grunted again, pained yet relieved. “Some are quite uncultured and simply miss the inherent beauty of blood in such a lovely place.”

“Lucky for me you’re cultured, then.” Sekh offered a smile, as Astarion repeated his movements, pulling the tension from Sekh’s back and hips. He knew that was where he tended to ache. He squeezed his husband’s hips, before kneading his ass, unable to stop himself. Sekh only chuckled at him, but didn’t stop him. Astarion could just see his cunt from this angle, the faintest bit of red that he could smell-

“With that in mind,” Astarion said, voice going husky, pulling from his chest, “may I show you just how gentlemanly I can be?”

Sekh hummed, thinking on it, before he gave a very subtle nod. Astarion smiled at that, leaned over him to kiss between his shoulder blades, before he climbed off his husband. Instead of guiding Sekh to roll over though, he simply spread his legs, settling between them, grasping at his ass, his thumbs tracing along Sekh’s lips. He parted flesh, could hear Sekh’s hand, flexing in the blanket, twisting it in anticipation, as Astarion’s breath puffed against his pussy.

Gently, Astarion dragged his tongue along his cunt, getting first the heady taste that was simply Sekh- and then, as his tongue reached his entrance, the tang of blood, faintly. He groaned, hadn’t meant to- but Sekh’s menstrual blood was divine, heady in a way his decedent blood usually wasn’t. It brimmed with the possibility of life, made Astarion feel near drunk with only a taste.

He lapped slowly again, over his whole slit, before pushing his tongue in. His head swam, as Sekh lifted his hips slightly, tried to push back against Astarion. The vampire hadn’t fed, and he was realizing that just a taste of his husband was making him feel ravenous. He tried to contain it, but was unable to keep the growl building in his throat down, as he began to fuck his tongue into Sekh.

Sekh braced his forearm on the mattress, lifted himself slightly. If Astarion could see, he’d find a veil of ginger hair flowing around the drow, parting just to show a sliver of his face.

Astarion had to control himself to keep his nails from digging into Sekh’s ass, breaking skin as he held him, drinking directly from his cunt, his fuckling womb, his head swimming. He could hear Sekh panting, felt him squirming a bit, and forced himself to shift his mouth, pull his tongue from Sekh’s entrance to find his clit and tease it. He was doing this for Sekh- and while he knew what his tongue had been doing felt quite good, it wasn’t going to get Sekh off, wasn’t going to pull the tension from his muscles so he could relax.

Sekh groaned, rocking himself back against Astarion’s mouth. Astarion could smell nothing but his excitement, his blood, felt his cock throbbing inside his pants. He canted his hips against the bed, but didn’t look for a rhythm or a path to release- just something to keep his head fuzzy and swimming.

Unable to deny himself again, he moved back to lapping at Sekh’s entrance, enjoying how wet he was, that his blood was a mixture of desire. Sekh whined, but didn’t beg Astarion back to his clit. His tongue speared into him again, and Sekh whined his name- the sweetest sound Astarion had heard all night. He pressed his mouth closer, felt blood and excitement smearing along his nose, his lips, down onto his chin. Seemed the excitement had encouraged Sekh’s blood to flow.

“Asta-Astarion,” Sekh managed, breaths coming ragged. Astarion hummed, pulled back panting, swallowing thickly.

“Shall I keep working you up, or are you ready to come, my sweet?”

There was barely any hesitation, before Sekh whispered, “let me come.” Astarion grinned, before he dove back for his cunt, speared his tongue into him one more time to satiate his own need, before he moved his mouth back to his clit. It was so hard, under his tongue- made it easy to tease, to flick his tongue along it, until Sekh was calling his name, his orgasm leaving his legs shaking. 

Astarion stayed at his clit until he knew Sekh’s squirming was from hypersensitivity, and not from his orgasm itself. He intended to move back to his entrance, to lick up all of his desire, but his husband’s legs were shaking far more than usual. Astarion pulled back, carefully guided Sekh to settle on the bed and roll onto his back. Catching a glimpse of him staring at the ceiling with those hazy, satisfied eyes was enough to have Astarion’s chest priming with pride, in his ability to make him feel that good.

He stretched out along Sekh’s side, pressed a bloody kiss to his shoulder. “I’d give you a proper kiss,” he teased, “but I am a bit of a messy eat-”

Astarion’s words cut off when Sekh turned, grasped the back of his neck, and hauled him in for a very bloody kiss. Astarion was stiff, for a moment, as Sekh licked at his lips, before he opened his mouth, melting against his drow, rocking against Sekh’s bare hip, the bulge of his cock obvious.

He felt Sekh smile, against his mouth. “You’re too good to me,” the drow whispered, moving to kiss his jaw. His lips were sticky from his own blood, and Astarion whined over it, over the thought of his man spreading his blood all over Astarion’s milky skin, staining him, painting him. “Take your clothes off,” Sekh breathed, moving to his ear, nibbling playfully at his earlobe. “I don’t want you to be done with me yet.”

Astarion nearly stumbled, hopping up from the bed to eagerly strip, tossing his clothing aside without a care. He had barely finished when he watched Sekh spread his thighs- bloodied now- and reach down between them, two fingers sliding between his lips, easing into himself. “Oh fuck,” the elf managed, choking, as Sekh arched slightly, fingers fully pushed into his sopping cunt.

“I want you inside me,” he admitted, thrusting his fingers lazily. Astarion climbed back onto the bed, between his thighs, watched Sekh pull his fingers free. They were coated in blood, overly slick from Sekh’s own cum. With those bloodied fingers Sekh made a come here motion, beckoning Astarion.

The vampire grasped his hips, lifted them so Sekh’s legs hitched up on his hips, as Astarion eased into him. The vampire groaned, not even half way inside his husband, the sheer wet heat more intense than he was braced for. Sekh sighed, before he pushed himself up, braced by his clean hand, the other reaching for Astarion. He slid his two bloody fingers into his mouth, over his tongue, and the vampire whined, suckled at them greedily, wanting every bit of blood, all of the evidence of Sekh’s orgasm, for himself.

He wasn’t going to last- Astarion knew that, once he had Sekh’s cunt pressed tight to his body. Already his mind was foggy with a growing orgasm- the scent of blood and arousal and sweat enough to drive him to insanity. He said as much, when Sekh pulled his now saliva slick fingers from Astarion’s mouth.

“I don’t need you to last,” Sekh admitted, those wet fingers going for his clit, rubbing over it quickly. “I just need you to give me a few more seconds of bliss.”

Astarion bared his fangs, felt Sekh’s cunt squeezing his cock so eagerly. Lucky for him, he didn’t think his drow would last long, either. He squeezed Sekh’s thighs, eyes shifting from watching him eagerly stroke his clit, to flicking up to his face and the fact that Sekh was watching him with those haunting eyes. His thrusts faltered under that stare, and Sekh only smiled over it, with his bloody lips.

He looked just as much a monster as Astarion knew the world thought he himself was. Gods below, somehow he brought out the feral beast in Astarion in a way that felt so safe, somehow intimate.

Astarion’s gaze softened, as he jerked Sekh’s body to meet his thrust, panted a breathy “I love you,” to him, that had his drow beaming.

“Oh Starshine,” he managed, eyelids fluttering, cunt squeezing Astarion again- his drow on the verge of a second orgasm. “I love you too. More than life.” Sekh hooked one leg from Astarion’s hip to around his waist, pulling him in deep, and in his next breath he was coming around him, head tipping back as he moaned Astarion’s name like a celestial god. Astarion followed, couldn’t stop himself, holding Sekh firmly to him as he came so deep inside him he hoped his very soul could taste it.

As Sekh relaxed into the bed, Astarion lowered himself over him, kept firmly inside him, shifting his hips slightly, even as his cock was beginning to soften. He wasn’t ready to break the contact. “So, did I make you feel better?” he asked, placing a kiss to Sekh’s chin, then his cheek.

Sekh laughed, this little musical sound that had Astarion’s heart skipping a beat. “You did,” he admitted, “thank you.”

Astarion arched, skin sliding perfectly against Sekh’s as the drow pinned him down, kissed his mouth eagerly. He could hear his heartbeat, hammering as if it was inside Astarion’s own head- wild, wanting.

He was laid out on their bed, blissfully naked, the drow rolling his hips into Astarion’s own with such a need. He could feel the straps on his lover’s thighs, holding the false cock that was grinding into his own.

He got his arms around Sekh’s neck, dug his blunt nails into his lover’s back. Sekh growled, the sound sending warm shivers down Astarion. His cock ached, pinned between them, a fresh pulse of precum wetting his own belly.

He’d been thinking about this all day. He’d wanted to climb into Sekh’s lap while the man was at work down in his workshop- had wanted to pin him to a wall when he’d left him at the Society of Brilliance’s Lodge that evening, just after dusk, when it was safe for Astarion to roam the streets.

But he’d resisted, forced himself to wait like a good boy. His patience, however, was waning drastically.

He hooked a leg up on Sekh’s hip, bucked his hips- and the drow chuckled into the kiss, before he bit at Astarion’s lip, pinched it between his teeth. “Desperate?” he asked, his voice hoarse. Astarion could only imagine how soaked he was, how easy his fingers, his cock could slide into his body.

It made his cock leak. Again.

Astarion chose not to answer, and Sekh moved from his mouth, placed a kiss to his throat, then his collarbone. Astarion tipped his head back as the drow eased down his body slowly, following the concave of his ribs to his navel- before his tongue was swiping up a smudge of salty precum, dangerously close to his cock. Astarion shifted his hips, and Sekh gently pushed his thighs apart, kneeling up between them.

The elf took him in, skin cast in purples form one of the many plants from the Underdark he had around the house. Now that his little underground greenhouse was thriving, he had begun to move some up around the house- especially those that cast light, to replace some of the candles they burned so frequently.

“You’re staring,” Sekh teased, cocking his head slightly to the side. His hair tumbled along his shoulders, ginger silk that Astarion wanted wrapped around his fingers so badly.

“Am I?” he asked, knowing full well he was. Sekh gave him a rather sweet smile, and the vampire felt his belly going tight. Anytime Sekh gave him that little smile, he felt like a swooning child, looking at his first idea of a knight in shining armor, imaging his first prince-

Sekh was so far from both of those, and so much better.

Sekh rubbed his inner thighs, the touch soothing, urging Astarion to spread them just a bit more. He did, let his eyes fall shut, even as one of Sekh’s hands disappeared from his skin. The other moved up to his pelvis, before grasping his cock, giving him a slow stroke.

Astarion sighed, smiling slightly, the contact blissful. As Sekh teased his cockhead, rolled his thumb over it, he felt his other hand, two very slick fingers pushing at his hole, easing inside. The smile grew, Astarion arching slightly at the welcome invasion, his body clutching at Sekh, wanting him.

He heard the bed shift slightly, as those fingers curled- and then he felt Sekh’s hot breath, on his cock- and then the sweet, wet inferno of his mouth. The vampire gasped, eyes flying open. He pushed himself up slightly on one elbow, saw Sekh had bent over, seemed to not care that the angle had to be uncomfortable, as he sucked gently at his cock, his fingers still working inside him.

Astarion reached out, stroked at Sekh’s hair, and the drow dared to turn those mismatched eyes up to him, even as he took him further over his tongue, as he curled his fingers inside him, hit the spots that had Astarion’s mouth falling open, a wanton sound escaping him. “That’s it love,” he managed, unsure if he wanted to grind down against Sekh’s fingers, or push further into his mouth.

Sekh pulled off slowly, pressed a kiss to Astarion’s shaft, looked obscene with his kiss swollen lips. Astarion bit at his own lip, his cock throbbing, more precum beading down his cock. Sekh only smiled then, whispered, “You get so wet for me.”

Words Astarion was used to saying to Sekh.

Sekh sat back up then, free hand pushing Astarion back, until he laid back out again, flat on his back. A third finger pushed into him, and Astarion clutched at the bed, his body aching, a subtle burn that was quickly chased away as Sekh thrust slowly. A part of him had wanted to demand the drow just fuck him, that he was ready, waiting, dying-

But Sekh always enjoyed easing him open, so that by the time he was easing his would-be cock into Astarion, the vampire was a mewling, begging mess. And- well- Astarion really couldn’t complain…

Sekh thrust his fingers harder, the ache now entirely gone from Astarion’s body. The elf dug a heel into their bed, trying to meet each thrust. His eagerness was palatable, and with a smile Sekh pulled his fingers free. Astarion cracked his eyes open, watched Sekh rub oil along the toy strapped to him, hand firm as he pumped his cock.

He glanced at Astarion, bit his lip as if he could feel it, and Astarion whined, was unable to bite back the sound. Sekh smirked-

Smug bastard.

Astarion wouldn’t have him any other way.

The drow grasped Astarion’s hips, lifted them, rubbed his false cock against Astarion’s wet hole. The vampire squirmed, and Sekh only chuckled again. “Did you want something, my love?”

Astarion bared his teeth, fangs glinting in the light- but he knew Sekh was anything but afraid of him, and his nature. The man took endless thrills in everything that made Astarion monstrous- and those fangs were possibly the least intimidating thing about him, now.

“Ask nicely,” Sekh said, and Astarion inhaled slowly. When he didn’t respond, Sekh pushed, the toy stretching Astarion’s entrance for a moment, before he eased back. “Astarion.”

“Please,” Astarion asked, just able to catch Sekh’s eyes. “Pretty please.”

Sekh smiled, and with the softest good boy, eased his cock inside him. Astarion gasped, body stretching eagerly to take the ribbed length. His unneeded breath caught, ending in a choked sound as his ass nestled to Sekh’s pelvis. The drow rubbed his thighs purred out his name, before easing his hips back slowly.

The cock was thick, emulating a Dragonborn with ribs that made Astarion’s mind go blank. He’d chosen it. It felt like lifetimes ago, in a little shop with Sekh’s wide eyes staring at everything. He’d seemed innocent, for a brief moment.

What a fucking lie.

But the drow had insisted it was Astarion’s choice- after all, he was going to be reaping the benefits.

I’ll enjoy watching you speared on any cock for me.

The memory of the words still made Astarion squirm. He arched slightly, Sekh’s thrusts still slow, but igniting every nerve inside him. His belly was a mess where his flushed cock lay. He felt warm, having fed before he’d returned to gather his lover from the Lodge, take him home so he could be taken.

Sekh pushed at Astarion’s legs, lifted them so his ankles rested on his shoulders. Astarion tossed his head back, mouth falling open, as Sekh pushed deeper into him. “Fuck,” the drow growled, almost feral. Astarion’s body clenched tightly, wanted to keep him deep, take him into his guts, his lungs, his heart, his every vein-

Astaron reached for his cock, but Sekh shoved his hand away.

“No touching.” Astarion shuddered, the drow’s voice cutting deep into him. “Make it last, Astarion.”

The vampire closed his eyes, tried to breathe- but it was getting harder. Each thrust had his belly going up in knots, squeezing until it nearly ached. That sweet spot deep inside him was throbbing, radiating a fire out to his limbs. Each slow, deep thrust against it made his cock throb, leak another wave of precum.

Sekh let his legs fall from his shoulders, held them open wide as he thrust harder, faster. The moment he did Astarion cried out, arching, a broken mantra of yes over and over again tumbling from his lips. The bliss was all encompassing, rolling up his body, higher and higher with each thrust-

His thighs trembled, toes curling against the sheets, hands scrambling for purchase. “Sekh- Sekh,” he whined, “gods below let me touch.”

The drow hummed, actually thinking on it, before he reached for one of Astarion’s hands, guided it to his weeping cock. Astarion grasped himself, smiling in euphoria as he stroked quickly, his hand nearly matching Sekh’s thrusts. The drow’s hands went back to his thighs, fingers digging in so deeply they threatened to bruise.

Gods Astarion hoped they did. There was nothing like digging his own fingers into the bruises his drow could leave, as he desperately fucked his own hand- the perfect way to enjoy the memories of his lover fucking him until he fell apart.

Astarion was panting, arching so far his back hurt- and then that wave of bliss finally crested, drowned him in the sort of heaven that shouldn’t have been attainable. His body clenched tightly around Sekh, holding him deep as Astarion came up along his belly, splattered along his ribs, smiling so fiercely his cheeks would hurt.

It was heaven, divine-

His hand fell away, and Sekh slowed his thrusts, let Astarion ride out his orgasm, until his body was warm, liquid like. He felt as if he was melting into their bed, dissolving into their sheets.

When Skeh pulled out slowly, Astarion bit back a whimper- but the sound escaped, when his lover grasped his waist, forced him to roll over. Astarion couldn’t even say his name before Sekh was pulling his hips up, getting Astarion on his knees, his ass bared.

“Did you think we were done, Starshine?” he asked, lining his false cock with Astarion’s hole and sliding in with ease again. Astarion cried out, eyes wide, as Sekh pulled at the plush skin of his ass, watched the way Astarion took him so eagerly. “Were you satisfied just coming once?”

Astarion bit at his pillow, pressed his tongue to it and groaned out a wordless answer- which he never doubted Sekh knew meant no. Once was never enough. Astarion wanted the drow to pull him apart, fiber by fiber, until he was laid bare as nothing but a throbbing, writhing web of desire.

Astarion’s body ached, but in such a heavenly way. Sekh’s thrusts were rough now, harder than before, as if he himself could be chasing an orgasm inside Astarion’s body. Astarion tried to spread his shaking legs wider, his spit soaking into the pillow as he bit it harder, stifling his cries.

“Let me hear you,” Sekh said, as one hand roamed up his spine, fingers caressing scars that seemed to warm at his touch. Never had Astarion thought he’d find a time, a life, where he wanted the ugly part of him touched.

Now he craved it.

He lifted his head slightly, lips wet with spit, unable to form words. He wasn’t even hard, but his cock was aching anyway, his body begging for a second orgasm.

Sekh leaned over him, used his lithe frame to make Astarion feel as if he was boxed in, trapped. Anyone else might have made him panic- but his heart raced with joy, need, sheer unadulterated desire, having his drow pinning him, ruling him.

Astarion cried out, so fucking close. Sekh’s hands moved to his waist, began pulling him back for each thrust, telling him he was beautiful, he was so good, he was everything-

Astarion cried out his name, when he came for a second time. His body tried to milk Sekh’s would be cock, Astarion’s own twitching, a single drop of cum falling to the bed. He pressed his forehead to the pillow, gasping as Sekh didn’t ease his thrusts for even a moment.

He drove into Astarion as if he wanted him to see oblivion.

Astarion squirmed, pushing back and nearly sobbing. His eyes stung, his body ached, sore down to his core- but his orgasm was barely receding when he could feel it build again, from the way Sekh took him.And he wanted it, he wanted it, he wanted it-

“Break,” Sekh breathed, as he leaned over Astarion, got a hand on the back of his neck, squeezed. Astarion shook, his legs barely holland gim up, mouth falling open in a true sob. He squeezed his eyes shut, felt tears pricking at the corners, his mind going numb-

But never leaving, simply melting away into a plane of thoughtlessness, where he could just feel. Where he was safe, because Sekh would only bring him to the brink, the edge, of any cliff where, if Astarion were to fall, to tumble- he would catch him.

Everything was a fire, his nerves alight. Astarion was chanting Sekh’s name brokenly, begging and pleading  for more, more, more-

He wanted to come again, desperately.

Sekh squeezed the back of his neck again, spoke through bared teeth. “Come again, darling.”

Astarion did, unable to disobey. His body shuddered, his stomach so tight it hurt, body clenching around Sekh again, over and over and over, his cock twitching, pulsing, even when his body had nothing to give.

With a broken sob, Astarion collapsed to the bed, his knees and legs giving out completely. He sprawled there, face buried in his pillow, shaking as he tried to catch his breath. Yet he noticed when Sekh pulled out of him- hated the sudden absence in his body.

The drow stretched out next to him, guided Astarion to roll over, until he was gathering him up, holding him to his chest. Astarion pressed his face to dusky, freckled skin- tried to breathe in Sekh’s scent, his sweat, everything that he recognized and loved. He choked on it, and Sekh rubbed a hand down along his back.

“Slow breaths,” he whispered, and Astarion listened, slowed his inhales, held his breath for a moment, before letting it rush out. He was dizzy, the room spinning behind his closed eyelids, speckled still with white hot stars.

He lifted his head, barely slit his eyes open, could just see Sekh through his silver lashes. The drow’s cheeks were flushed a fetching color, his eyes hungry but restrained. He smiled at Astarion, the same smile he’d given him earlier, the same fucking affection that tore right at Astarion’s dead heart.

Sekh kissed his forehead, the corner of his eye- licked up a single tear, before kissing Astarion’s burning cheek. Sekh hushed him, but Astarion ignored him, turning and seeking out his mouth desperately. He nearly clawed at the drow, clutching at him desperately as he kissed brokenly, whined and begged for Sekh’s mouth, as the drow tried to pull back.

Sekh sank a hand into Astarion’s fluffy, free curls, kissed him deeply, let the vampire nip at his lip, suck at his tongue, as he squirmed around, unable to lay still. When Astarion showed no sign of leaving Sekh’s mouth for even a heartbeat, the hand in his hair moved down, guided one of his legs up, over Sekh’s hip.

Astarion broke the kiss only to toss his head back, cry out yes, as Sekh eased into him again. His body clutched at the drow eagerly, but Sekh was slow now, gentle. And Astarion could beg and plead for the man to broke him, to hurt him so that come dawn his entire body would ache-

But Sekh seemed to know the limits Astarion couldn’t even fathom. And yes, he’d be sore come morning, he’d have that glorious ache that said he was well fucked- but not beyond his true breaking point.

Astarion reached between them, grasped at his own cock. He still wasn’t hard, but it didn’t matter. He ground against his own hand, teased his glans, his slit, shaking as Sekh continued to thrust in slow, deep movements. The drow continued to kiss him, and Astarion could believe it was that alone, that gave him his countless orgasm of the night.

He barely registered that it even happened- it all felt so fucking perfect, so blissful, that he couldn’t even tell the moment everything crested. It was just a constant, mind numbing, soul throbbing pleasure.

But Sekh stilled inside him, and his body felt satiated when he did. Sekh continued to kiss him, slower now, easing Astarion back from whatever realm he had ascended to.

It was perfect. To be torn apart, to cry with sheer bliss- and then to have someone hold him, ease him back into himself, shower him with the sort of affection that had been outlawed for so long, in his life. Sekh said his name, whispered little praises, kissed his mouth and cheeks, the corners of his eyes- any bit of him he could get. Astarion knew he’d hold him until Astarion stopped trembling, until he could breathe again.

And if Astarion asked, he’d tear him apart again, bit by fucking bit. And he might ask- once his body wasn’t buzzing with such a loud thunderous static. But the idea of getting his fingers into his lover, knowing that Sekh would be burning with desire, brought close to orgasm from just seeing Astarion break down, over and over again-

Sekh tipped his head back, Astarion’s mouth merciless at his neck, lips and teeth making him tremble. He had his hands on his lover’s shoulders, holding on tightly as Astarion all but ravished the exposed skin. He was warm, well fed already- they had, after all, spent over half the night inside Sharress’s Caress. He’d had both Sorn and Nym under his fangs, had even taken a liking to the tiefling that was so eager to purchase some of Nym’s time.

She had given her neck too, had even asked Astarion to stay with her and Nym. Sekh had chuckled, when his lover told him, appearing back at the bar where Sekh was savoring his wine slowly. Astarion could have stayed, if he wanted. Sekh wouldn’t have minded.

But the vampire had been insistent he would have preferred Sekh there, as well.

His vampling pulled from Sekh’s neck, before stepping back, just enough so he could twist Sekh around, until his chest was pressed to the wall. Beyond it, he could still hear the life, within Sharess’s Caress. It would be lively for hours still, until dawn was nearly cresting.

Astarion’s hands were sliding along his hips, working at the intricate lacing at Sekh’s hip, that kept his pants in place. He wasn’t one for dressing for show, but he couldn’t deny it was rather fun to make himself up into something beautiful when visiting the brothel. 

Astarion had never complained about it.

Sekh laughed, as he felt Astarion’s fingertips on his bare skin. “If you fuck me here, someone is definitely going to see.”

Astarion didn’t pause as he dragged Sekh’s pants and underwear over his hips and the swell of his ass, leaving them bunched half way down his thighs. “Let them. They should consider it an honor.” Astarion leaned into him, slid a hand around his waist, ignoring his shirt and delving between his legs. Sekh pressed his forehead to the wall as Astarion slid his fingers along his lips, his vampling’s breath escaping him. “Gods, wet are we, pet?” He teased, fingers moving to Sekh’s clit, circling it a few times, before sliding along his lips again.

Sekh shivered, gently rocking his hips with Astarion’s hand. “Couldn’t stop thinking about you,” the drow admitted, “with that pretty tiefling bouncing in your lap.”

Astarion choked then, pulling his hand back. Sekh waited on bated breath as he heard a bit of clothing rustling, and then Astarion’s cock, sliding between his thighs, along his slit. He sucked at his tongue, squirming slightly as Astarion simply rubbed along his slick skin, the vampire huffing his impatient little breaths into Sekh’s hair.

“As delightful an image as that is,” Astarion offered, the hand not bracing his cock grasping Sekh’s hip and ass, nails poking into the skin, “I’d prefer it if it was you.”

He pushed into Sekh then, had the drow tipping his head back, giving a very pleased moan. There was no way that anyone within earshot would think the moan was anything it wasn’t- and there were definitely people just around the corner of the building. There was always someone mulling about outside Sharress’s Caress.

“No one feels like you,” Astarion whispered, as he rocked his hips, Sekh’s hands pressed flat to the wall. The drow turned his cheek, let it press to the rough, cool surface, mouth falling open as he moaned again, Astarion hitting all of the sweet spots inside him, the position making him feel tight. “No one looks as good as you do in my lap, pet.”

Sekh pushed his hips back, his belly tight with need. “Oh?” he managed, even as his breath wanted to come ragged already. Perhaps he’d been a bit more worked up watching Astarion flirt so easily with everyone he came across, that evening.

Perhaps the thought of his vampling finding pleasure, even if it wasn’t with him, had set him teetering on edge just a bit too much.

“Would I be facing you?” Sekh managed, a groan catching in his throat, “my thighs doing all the work until they burn? Or would I have my legs around your waist and you simply fucked up into my waiting cunt?”

Astarion grunted, gritted his teeth- and Sekh felt him tremble. The hand that had once braced his cock was rubbing along Sekh’s hip, as if despite his thrusting he still had too much energy inside him and needed to move.

“Or would you rather I face away from you? Lean forward with my hands on the floor so you can watch my pussy take you?”

“Nine hells Sekh, do you want me to come?” Sekh laughed, couldn’t stop himself.

“Actually yes, Starshine. I do. Especially if you get your fingers on my clit.” Astarion moved the hand that was tracing Sekh’s hip without further instruction, slipping it around him and rubbing quickly over his clit. Sekh groaned, let his eyes slip shut as Astarion began to lose his rhythm. He didn’t mind, never did, if Astarion came first.

And the vampire did, a moment later, face buried in Sekh’s neck, whimpering his name as his hips jerked quickly, before they stilled. His hand stilled on Sekh’s clit as well, but Sekh bit back the frustrated little whine, let Astarion take the pleasure he needed from him. When he felt Astarion sag into him, still pinning him to the wall, he smiled.

“Better?” Sekh asked, as Astarion nuzzled his skin, the arousal turning into an affection the vampire didn’t even try to hide.

“Almost,” he whispered, and Sekh felt his fingers suddenly moving again. He gasped, as Astarion pressed an affectionate kiss to the nap of his neck. “It will be all better once you see bliss too, darling.”

He hadn’t pulled out yet- and even if his erection was diminishing, Sekh was still pleased to have Astarion inside him. It gave his cunt something to clench around, as his pleasure built. It was with Astarion’s name on his tongue and lips that he came, his vampire still pressed into his neck, huffing his little encouragements, his little yes pet that’s it and there you go, come on love, just come.

Astarion played with his clit until Sekh was squirming, the stimulation too much. Astarion pulled his hand back then, fully pulling out of Sekh. In the moment of silence that followed, Sekh knew he was taking him in- chest pressed to the wall, ass pushed out- cunt pink, soaked, and gods, could he see his cum, the mess he had made?

Sekh almost wanted him to, but also wanted to keep it all inside him. There was just something delightful about being filled by Astarion.

There was a rustle of clothing, and then Astarion’s hands pulling Sekh’s clothing up, over the swell of his hips. Sekh straightened up, took over the intricate lacing along his hip, as Astarion smoothed his own hair back.

He couldn’t hide the color to his cheeks, though, or that satisfied gleam in his eye. Nor could he seem to stop smiling.

“If we go back in there,” Sekh pointed out, “everyone is going to know we just fucked.” Astarion gave him a questioning look, and Sekh utterly beamed. “It’s written all over your face.” The flush that had already been present deepened slightly on Astarion’s face, and Sekh chuckled, reached for his arm and took it, leaning his cheek on his shoulder. “So, how about it? Back inside for another glass of wine and some commentary on the patrons before we head home? Because,” Sekh paused, licked his lips, “I am more than happy for everyone to know that I’m the one that got you all to myself, desperate and rutting out in the dark.”