for @valentinsocorro
It was just past dawn when Magnai felt the first true pangs of his rut take hold. He recognized it by the gnawing drive that couldn't be flesh-hunger, not after the way he'd gorged himself the night before anticipating what was to come. Denying himself had led to disaster before, so when the cravings found direction the varcolac let them lead him back into the castle, taking only the time to wash the hunt from his hands before his path led him towards the councilman's quarters. This was no unfamiliar craving either. It was one reason Magnai had long made an effort to rut with different partners every time, ones that would be far away when the cycle came around again: inevitably his instincts drove him first towards the ones the alpha had taken before to reassert his claim. A tricky thing if done at Krovs, when a slave could be owned by his next rut. But with another vampire...
Valentin's suite was quiet when Magnai let himself in, pale eyes gleaming in the half-light coming through the shaded windows. The ancient had given him a potent invitation not so long ago. He remembered the heaviness of Valentin's stare when he'd said it, intoning that Magnai was welcome to his bed any time he wished it. Enticing on any given day. Inevitable now, when the alpha could just as vividly remember the way Valentin had whined beneath him the first time he'd taken him in rut. He didn't hesitate even in the dark bedroom, seeing the gentle shape of the other's body beneath the covers, for once taking the rest Magnai knew he denied himself just as often as he refused to feed.
Valentin's scent only grew stronger as Magnai slunk into his bed, mud-caked boots abandoned on the carpet, stripped already to the waist as he leaned over him. He savored the lingering of his own scent on Valentin's sheets, the mattress sinking under his weight as one hand crept to the ancient's side. The heat of anticipation thrummed through him like a heartbeat, heady and invigorating. But there was no specter of rivalry lurking now as with the first time, no latent aggression. A low hum rose in Magnai's throat at the first brush of contact before his hand vanished beneath the sheet, thumb tucking into the waistband of the other's sleep-pants to draw them down over Valentin's hip. He said nothing to announce himself, only curled his fingers in the Spaniard's hair to loll Valentin's head his way, tongue tracing the line of his jaw before his mouth met the other's. Magnai felt it his right to claim that too, parting Valentin's pliant lips, licking deep with the blood of his hunt still lingering on his own tongue, lining the jagged edges of his fangs with red. The swell of the alpha's cock pressed into Valentin's thigh as Magnai's hands travelled between the other's legs, stroking over his soft length with the flat of his palm. Here was a feast laid out for him -- he only had to take it.
