Yip

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Gareth looked back at Yip, smirking as he waited for his sire’s reaction.  While the lamia was usually pretty damn forward and pushy with others, it was a rare thing for him to be that way with the other man.  It seemed, however, that it was a welcome surprise and the younger master chuckled.  “Like being pinned?”  He asked, hands moving away from the wall to start working at Yip’s shirt.

Yip wouldn’t lie, he loves it when Gareth flirts playfully like this. And to know that it was a gesture Gareth wouldn’t give just anyone has certainly boosted Yip’s ego a little. He has decided to be good, allowed himself to stay being pinned against the wall as the man began to work on his shirt. Felt the lamia’s fingers worked and released the buttons before he shrugged the fabric off his shoulders.

“Like being pinned by you.” Yip replied with a sly smirk on his face. “Like it when you have that cocky grin on your face.” He grabbed the man’s belt, easily unbuckled it with one hand and pulled the length off the lamia’s waist, tossed it aside and let the metal buckle landed on the ground and made a noise.

“You are horny, I like it when you are horny.”

Yip perked an eyebrow when he was suddenly swirled by a force and pushed against the wall. But once he found out the one who dared tackled him like this, there was no way he could hide the sly smile on his face. Dark chocolate brown gaze shifted up to meet Gareth’s eyes, Yip found himself not only amused...But aroused as well.

“...Keep going.” Yip said, almost in a challenging tone, pondered what else did the man had in mind.

[text] Like last Wednesday? Don’t be foolish. We will have sex, of course. But this time, you pick the movie we watch after it.

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He didn’t like what he was feeling. They were things he liked to imagine he had left behind, long forgotten in his extensive past. Unfortunately, he couldn’t be so naïve. Eris dealt with it the only way that seemed logical, hunkering down in the dim lights and drinking blood wine, as if he could go into a drunken stupor and not think about his worries. 

“Drinking,” he replied easily, though it was clear Yip could see through him and noticed the changes in his demeanor. For a few moments, he considered keeping those worries to himself, but there was no point in doing so, it gave him no benefit. “It’s Artagan. They’re attempting to turn him into a vampire hybrid, and neither he nor I are 100% convinced it will work.” He had read the note the fae had given him several times, knowing Artagan had already accepted death if the transformation didn’t work out. That didn’t mean Eris had, though.

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Yip didn’t speak for a while, simply kept their closeness and let silence fell between them. It wasn’t everyday to see Eris being so...sentimental about anyone. “He really is important to you, isn’t it?” Yip said quietly, a question that required no answer. He reached over, stole the bottle from Eris’ hand and took a swig for himself. “It’s okay to feel this way over someone who is close to you, you know.” He said, “He made his decision, he knew the risk. The best you can do is to support him. Everything that happens after, is not in our control.”

He put down the bottle, turned Eris around and gave him a tight embrace. “But no matter what happens, you won’t be facing it or dealing with it alone. I promise you that.” Yip said in a soft, comforting voice. “Have faith. For the people you let close to your heart. You will see Artagan again.”

“What are you doing here?” It didn’t take long for Yip to find Eris. After all, he knew exactly what kind of places Eris would go to when depression hit the man. They have lived for thousands of years, depression and mental issues are pretty common for people who live as long as they are. Perhaps that was why the two held onto each other all these years. It was always comforting to know someone who will be there for you when one of these episode hits. “I haven’t heard the whole story but,” Yip shrugged, sat down next to Eris and gave him a glance. “It wouldn’t take someone who has known you for centuries to know that you are worried. It’s written all over your face.”

He reached out with an arm and wrapped it firmly around Eris’ shoulders, pulled him in closer as he looked up.

“Talk to me. What’s on your mind?”

Etera huffed with amusement at his friend. “Are you propositioning me, Yip?” The Djinn asked with a hint of a smirk. If he was, rum was one of the ways to the old demons heart.

“Sounds expensive to me,” Etera muttered as he listened to Yip explain to him about the mountain faerie and the egg sac that hatched a hundred children. “Hm, I thought it was higher.” Etera grunted, but with interest, and brought the glass to his lips to take a mouthful down, “And you didn’t immediately head in there to ensure their safe return, Yip?”

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“Why, you interested?” Yip teased with a smirk on his face, took a swig of his drink once more. “If I know you as much as I claim I do, I should order a bottle of fine rum instead just a single glass for you.” He chuckled lightly, “One bottle...or two.”

Then he decided to do it, waved toward the bartender and asked for two bottle of their finest rum. He relaxed, paid for the bottles with a generous tip. Yip was never one to hold back when it comes to treating who he calls a friend.

Abel let out an amused huff and gave his old friend a pat on the shoulder too. “Like I said, 200 something years is nothing compared to the other men in the council. I have a very long road ahead of me, to really make a name of myself. But both you and sire did your very best to set me up for success. I will make damn sure that will come to fruition.” Abel replied, giving a determined nod.

Reciprocating Yip’s smile in his own measured way, Abel followed just behind. “You’re not embarrassing me, Yip, I assure you. How about I buy you a drink for that warm welcome. Of the alcoholic kind? That something you’re into?”

Hearing the ex-councilman question his arrival activity from the night before, made the Swede laugh, a genuine laugh, as they walked together. “Word sure does travel fast here, huh? Sometimes I forget the walls have eyes in this place. But you’re correct, I did. Fucker was being mouthy and his blood so very tempting. And frankly, it’s not a bad feeling to go to rest on a full stomach after a long day of travelling. You know the slave, have you met him before?”

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“You know, Abel,” Yip let out a coy smirk as he peeked toward the other man. “I dare say you are old enough to not be so humble anymore. Enjoy what you have achieved and the fruits of your labour. There are many years ahead, true. But to treasure the present is just as important.” His smirk widened into a grin. “And a drink sounds perfect. Come on, then. Let’s us make our way to the Diabolus Luxuriam. We can enjoy a show while we catch up more.” Yip tilted his head toward a direction, gestured the man to follow.

“I am afraid not. He is rather new.” Yip replied as they headed toward their destination. “If I am correct, you might be the first master that use him.” He shrugged, “Tell me, Abel. What’s your view regarding the system, of castle made of Masters and Slaves?”

“Not used to being.. carried,” he chuckled before his back hit the bed and Yip’s weight was pinning him down. Hunter certainly wasn’t complaining, but it was definitely different to what he was used to. The younger vampire hummed softly, his back arching a little at the kisses and soft bites to his chest and nipples. “Mm, yeah, I enjoy it,” Hunter murmured with a slight smirk.

The choice of spells that Yip had been considering were definitely.. interesting. He wasn’t sure how much he’d appreciate having an orgasm every time someone said his name, so he was pretty okay with being Yip’s plaything for the time being. “I’ve not been drunk in.. so long. I’d probably be even more of an asshole than what I already am,” he chuckled.

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“I don’t doubt it,” Yip showed a sly smirk as he continued to venture lower on the other man’s body. “You do have the look of a terrible drunk...But if you like, I can get us some fine blood that can cause mild intoxication.” He muttered, lips finally reached the younger vampire’s pride. He pressed a kiss on it, then slowly, dragged the tip of his tongue across the length. He took his time, there was no rush and he wanted to taste Hunter thoroughly. 

Etera frowned slightly when Yip told him not to ask— he’d been interested in finding out more about this relic. He shrugged it off though and gave a faint laugh at the other mans words. “Are you trying to say our marriage has gone stale, Yip?” He teased, because they obviously were not married. With his current circumstances, Etera couldn’t actually leave unless Hemi wanted to purchase his freedom entirely, but they hadn’t gotten to that conversation.

Etera followed into the bar, “Whiskey, rum, in not fussy.” He answered with a nod, Etera was a big if a pirate with his alcohol and as long as it didn’t come with umbrellas and glitter he would drink it.

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“Why, if you and Hemi ended up no where, then I say romance is dead.” Yip grinned and teased his old friend, followed up with the marriage joke. “But I am right here if you are in need to spice up your boring marriage life, Etera. I do like a man who can hold his rum...Remind me of a pirate that I used to...That’s another story.”

“Anyway...You want to know about the relic hunt, don’t you? It’s all over your face.” Yip shrugged before he let out a sign, rubbed the back of his head as he gathered the story in his head. “There were rumours about an ancient artefact, made and wore by Âu Cơ. In case you are not familiar with the myth, she is an immortal mountain fairy who married Lạc Long Quân, and bore an egg sac that hatched a hundred children known collectively as Bách Việt, ancestors to the Vietnamese people. Because of that, Âu Cơ is often honoured as the mother of Vietnamese civilisation.” Yip explained, paused as the bartenders brought them their drinks. He picked up the glass, tilted it slightly toward Etera and invited him for a cling before he took a sip.

Asha smirked at the words of praise. He knew what his body was like. It had been made by the Heavens to be as physically appealing as possible because of what he was and he was not surprised. 

“Do I have to pleasure you?” the demon asked, a hint of selfishness entering his voice as he was pulled to straddle Yip. His knees spread out on either sides of the vampire’s thighs as he watched the way the man’s lips and tongue started flicking across his pebbled skin and he drew in a breath when those simple actions had his flesh blossoming with pleasant sensations. 

Having a powerful vampire between his thighs, even if Asha had a magicked collar around his neck was doing something to the demon and his body reacted accordingly. “Show me how you would worship me…” the slave smirked as he slid hands around the back of Yip’s neck and his arousal against Yip’s muscled abdomen. “Master.”

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“Do not be foolish,” Yip replied with a quiet sigh, “Just because I compliment you doesn’t mean I offer you control.” Without a warning, he let out his fangs and bit hard at the man’s firm peculiar muscle, drew blood and tasted it on his tongue before he teased the man’s nipple with it. He could make it less painful, yes. But that was not in Yip’s priority. Let it be a reminder to the slave who was the one in control.

“I will not worship you. Instead, I am going to use you.”

His hand reached down, long fingers clenched against the man’s arousal tightly before he gave it a few rough strokes. He withdrew his fangs from the man’s chest, moved to the other side and planted another bite on the neck of the opposite side.

“You will bury yourself deep inside me. Your only purpose is to please me, otherwise...” He released the man’s neck, pulled his hair and forced their eyes to lock with each other. His eyes turned red, words filled with the power of glamour as he spoke them. “You are not allow to cum unless I allow you to do so. Not matter how hard or how rough you fuck, there will be no release until I am satisfy...Slave.”  

“Yip. Good to see you again, old friend.” Abel reciprocated with a smile of his own. “Oh please, it has been some years. But I am sure a small 250 years is the blink of an eye, when you’ve lived for millenia.” Abel lowered his head at the mention of his sire, but didn’t let the somber memories ruin his reunion with the former councilman. Letting him look him over without resistance. He couldn’t resist Yip, he had too much respect for that man. 

“Thank you. It… means a lot. I’ll be lucky to creature just a fraction of the legacy he left behind. And yours. It’s obvious you left your mark on the council.”

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Yip laughed, gave the man a gentle pat on the shoulders before he released him and let go. “You said it like you haven’t already begun to build up your own legacy. You have always been a born leader. We have always known you will become someone great one day.”

Yip gave the man a warm smile, crossed his arms and offered the man some space. “Now, I shall stop being that old sentimental guy and embarrass you, Abel. Now that we have done with the touching reunion, let’s move on to the warm welcoming.” The older vampire tilted his head toward a direction, gestured for the younger man to follow.

“There are a few people out there who would probably gladly give me hell when I’m powerless like this.  I’m not giving them the chance to.”  Gareth grumbled, sulking as he dropped back fully onto the bed with a huff.  He’d never once wondered what it was like to be human and he certainly wasn’t going to enjoy it.  “It’s been a long time since I’ve had food like that, though the only thing that sounds appetizing right now is a burger.”

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“Just a few? Doesn’t sound like a childe of mine.” Yip smirked slyly before he let out a chuckle, “Come on, Gareth. You are being pessimistic. Fine, stay here. I can keep you company for a while.” He let out a coy smile, extended both hands as he offered. “We can either play chess and have you trying to not be a sore loser this time. Or we can practice some martial art...Before you get too eager, Tai Chi, to be exact.”

“How time has flied, Abel,” Yip could not suppressed a grin when he greeted an old face. “Or shall I say, Councilman Of Sweden? It felt like only yesterday when I watched you take on the mantle of your sire.” He paused, smiled and placed his hands on the man’s shoulders as if the man was a childe of his own. “Let me see you.”

Yip eyes shifted, watched the man’s posture, the way he stood and how he carried himself. He nodded in approval, smile widened on his face.

“Is that so? Please. Enlighten me, Yip. What exactly do I do when I’m angry?” Kaden inquired, arching a brow with sarcastic curiosity written all over his features. Anger was something the kresnik hardly gave into unless he was defending himself or someone else. He was never the type to pick a fight merely because he was pissed. Nor was he actually enraged about this. Annoyed, yes. Anxious, absolutely, though he’d hidden it well. But not angry. This mess was his own damn fault anyway. 

He huffed once he was released, taking a step back and arching a brow at Yip. “I think you’ve missed the point,” he replied, “I lack trust for you not because you’re a vampire who drinks blood. It’s your position. Or former one.” Kaden had fallen more into neutral territory over the centuries on his stance towards vampires. He’d learned just like there were bad faeries in the world, not all vampires were terrible either. Some were just misguided, left alone by incompetent sires who didn’t properly train their newborn fledglings with control. 

The council, however, remained on various levels in his shit list for how they shaped the world after the Second War. 

Kaden slipped his hands into his pockets, stopping the doorway of his opened cell and looking at Yip. “If it weren’t for you and your colleagues back then, I most likely wouldn’t be here today,” he pointed out, “The council spread fear and hatred throughout the world by establishing slavery. And regardless of your vote or not,” the kresnik added, tilting his head to the side a bit, “I still see you here reaping the benefits.” 

“Of course, Kaden. After all the things we have been through, you are still going to stick that label on my back.” Yip closed the cell door behind them, leaned back against the bars with no intention to follow the man out. He watched the man, crossed his arms once more. “Have you ever thought about why we do this? We don’t born cruel, Kaden. We...Some of us, were made into it. But I see no point in talking about things you might never understand, not even to at least try. Keep seeing us as evil monsters and killers. It will make it easier to keep your world perfectly black and white.” He went quiet, suddenly let out a chuckle, mocked himself for trying to have the man sees a different light on him.