There was one place Raiden always wanted to be when he was in heat, well at least at the castle. He’d sought the other in his suite, but he’d not been there. Raiden pissed he had to go find Lovell in the first place. Omega should be coming to find him, but it was Lovell and he had a tendency to test Raiden because he knew he could. Little shit getting the most leeway for the time being. Raiden, like any other, had his favorites. 

He’d been in a shit mood without his omega, the few he come across not at all satisfying him the way he knew Lovell would. He was about to take another slaves head off when he ran into Matt. The two having a back and forth before he was given Lovell’s location. Was bullshit he had to work and dole out suppressants to those that needed them. Felt like something a guard or some shit could do. Regardless least he knew where to find Lovell and he was sure to make his way. It clear now why he couldn’t get his scent. Labs and all their disinfectant, death, and blood smell always fucked with his scent masking smells, like his omega until he was near ripping the door off the hinges as he entered. 

“The fuck you hidin from me Lovely?” He growled stalking towards the smaller from, his head instantly in a cloud from the scent coming off the other, the need to rut and mate all that consumed him.

After a few drinks and a few enemies bothering him at the bar, Finn decided to check out more of the Beltane festivities happening. He nursed the last whiskey he’d ordered from the bar as he wandered the grounds, the magic in the castle keeping him warm despite his shirtless, metallic painted appearance for the evening. 

He headed towards the grove, drawn in by the large cage with a mysterious reptilian creature. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one curious as he recognized Lovell, looking quite fashionable as always. “What do you think it is, Lovey?” he asked, taking a sip from the bottle in his hand as he approached. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Have you?” 

Despite Lucien’s record intellect he had a tendency to be highly shortsighted at times. The castle provided far more distractions than he’d expected meaning he was behind on a number of projects he was working for himself and a few that were part of a contract for the company he’d founded. He’d been at it’s helm for a number of years before he returned to R&D. Of course he was given more leeway than any other for his projects, but Lucien was a man of results often setting impossible expectations that required herculean efforts to meet. He was not exempt from these expectations which resulted in more shortsighted decisions to make up for the first. 

He’d had his own serum to reduce his need for rest, despite being undead vampires still needed something akin to sleep. Of course even the few hours he was resting felt wasted and unneeded. He was well acquainted with his body and as a medical professional felt he knew what was best for himself. With everything he was working on he didn’t want to take the time to modify his own serum when he’d heard an old friend had something already created that could aide him so he’d visited Lovell du Bellay who provided the second piece of the equation, which required a third from the compounding side effects or Lucien would be killing more slaves than Raiden with the insatiable blood lust, building paranoia, and his inability to regulate his mood. 

It had been near two weeks since the doctor slept constantly working the entire time when Syd and/or Raiden hadn’t broken in to bother him. In that time he’d finished two new viruses and six altered bacteria strains. Six of the total were for different programs he’d taken on and two for his personal collection. He’d also finished three articles for the number of disclosable discoveries he’d made that had him featured in a few choice scientific journals. Lastly he’d been working on another medication to assist with his anxieties and fears. Lucien usually didn’t test things on himself, but there wasn’t any other vampires in the area that suffered the same phobias as he did. He’d not even found a slave that suffered a quarter of the phobias he did.

Lucien had thought himself smarter this time around as he wasn’t going to a party and per his calculations it shouldn’t have near the same side effects with alcohol. In his sleep deprived state he’d focused on rectifying the issue with alcohol that it didn’t even occur to him to there were a number of different drugs in him, two to keep him awake he staggered, one to keep his body for seizing up, and then one to sedate his blood lust that he’d taken his last dose of, which was less than what as required to keep it fully in check as the require level had gone up rather quickly once he spilled into his second week. He needed the blood of a stag to make it. Thanks to Raiden and Syd he’s lost the rest of his sample and there was no such creature at or around the castle he knew of. He knew not sleeping would be temporary and that the effects would compound the longer he went, but just needed another week or two. Understanding well what the results would be if he continued beyond that. 

Obsessing over his next move Lucien found he was staring at the wall of specimens rather than in the microscope he was meant to. Lovell circling his mind again and again. Knowing if any, he would have an alternative fix for subduing the raging blood lust that was barely being contained currently. He sat back in his chair glancing at his notes. He still had at least an hour, per his calculations, until the anxiety medication kicked in. He could make it to Lovell’s office and back in that amount of time. Grabbing a bottle of blood wine he headed to visit said doctor figuring he had to drink to test the interaction regardless and it might butter up said doctor if he at all was keen on the fact the medication he’d given him Lucien was actually using, which he’d lied to Lovell about not wanting to deal with any unnecessary concern. 

He was to the office in seconds letting himself in ignoring reception as he moved into the back where the beds and Lovell’s office were figuring he’d be in one of the two places. Lucien was right, he was, but not in the position the French vampire assumed. The smell in the room was almost sweet and pulling at the baser lizard brain of the master. It also didn’t help the test medication he took that was meant to take an hour to kick in was already altering the balance in his amped up mind. Fangs slipped out his eyes darkening as he stalked to the metal bed Lovell was laying on. The varcolac raising to his elbows finally getting curious enough to see who’d entered uninvited. If he spoke Lucien wasn’t listening coming to the end of the bed. Lucien finally speaking when the doctor made a move to get up. 

“Don’t.” Lucien said sternly. “Stay as you are Lovell.” Lucien using his colleague’s first name, which he never did unless Lovell specifically asked and still was prone to call him Dr. du Bellay. Lucien took the jacket and vest off of his custom three piece setting them to the side before he glided onto the metal slab. Climbing over Lovell coming to settle atop him slipping himself between his legs. Lovell looked completely perplexed on what the hell was going on. Lucien found the look rather enticing as Lovell was on a whole to him currently. 

“Mon désir pour toi (my desire for you)...” Lucien spoke in his native tongue not able to think clear enough to use translate as he brought their faces closer letting his lips brush Lovell’s then move down his jaw. “De te goûter(to taste you)...” His hips rolled against the good doctor’s letting him know, in case he hadn’t made it clear, exactly what he was looking for. His lips trailing over the shell of his ear, tongue toying with the lobe before he husked the last against it. “D'être en toi (to be inside you)...” Words punctuated by his fang piercing the lobe of the other vampires ear, he licking at the beads of blood that resulted from the bite moving to the varcolac’s neck. “Lovell.” He purred the name against his skin.    

While he had his own brilliant surgeon back home in Italy, Raphael couldn’t wait that long. Besides, it also gave him an excuse to visit his favorite doctor in the castle. 

“Good afternoon, gorgeous doctor,” the councilman greeted as he simply strode into his office, a bound and gagged slave struggling over his shoulder. “I was hoping you could help me out with a little fixer upper here.” 

Continued from here.

Manny wasn’t immediately aware of someone else’s presence until Lovell was right up in his personal space. He actually did remember this man; he’d tried to tear him apart about a year ago when he’d lost control of his senses. Automatically, he assumed the varcolac wouldn’t be so forgiving on that. He instinctively took a step back. “I might,” he answered with small, sheepish smile, “I hope you’re not here looking for a rematch.” Or revenge, he thought to himself.

Blu hated doctors, it was a fear that had been instilled in his mind since Beau had ‘treated’ him. However, the conversation he’d had with Nikolas a few days ago was still playing on his mind, and he figured it was about time to see a doctor to see if Beau has left any damage to his body, and if it was something he was able to fix.

He waited patiently outside the doctors office, trying to focus on anything other than the inevitable. Thankfully, the door to the office opened just as he was about to give in to his fears. Looking up, he was pale and he was pretty sure the room was spinning, but he tried to compose himself as he waited for his name to be called.

This heat was unbearable. Sure, Finn would say that about any time heat week swung by, but this one induced by some bizarre magic truly took the cake. He hated heat in general, but having to suffer through it while forced into his true form. No matter how much he fucked, be it with Faust, or Raiden, or Ben, or anyone else in this castle, it didn’t help his souring mood. 

And he knew just the doctor to help scratch his itch. 

The demon sauntered in Lovell’s office, the scent of the varcolac’s own heat raising a rumbling growl from his throat. Finn grabbed the back of Lovell’s neck and easily threw him back, past himself, and up against the wall as roughly as he could. He lunged, pinning him there with their noses mere inches apart and Finn’s glowing eyes boring into the other’s. “Hello, Lovey,” he purred, his tail swaying in anticipation behind him while he dragged a clawed finger down his torso. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?” 

“Don’t you look fabulous, Lovey,” he purred, “Mind if I steal you away for a dance?”