Kersen

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It had been some weeks since Cesare and Kersen had been so rudely interrupted by business... just when they'd almost certainly been about to get to the good bit, as they said. Cesare had promised to return sometime, and the long wait had not been intentional. He'd had certain things on his mind, certain plans to make, and very little time to troll piano bars for one of the most gorgeous creatures he'd ever seen. Which was, in fact, saying quite a lot.

But now, dressed simply and elegantly in black and silver-gray, Cesare returned at last. He had the car drop him outside and meant to go straight in, but was distracted by a flash of red in a nearby alley. "Come here, pretty boy," a low, melodic female voice said sweetly.

Smirking, one hand poised to go for the knife he kept inside his Burberry jacket, his mind searching for the reassuring feeling of the other in his boot, Cesare went. Possibly he was being mistaken for a John. Which would not, on some evenings, be so much a mistake. Possibly he was being mistaken for a rich, easy mark for a pickpocket.

Either way, he was certain he could handle it.

He turned the corner into the dark alley and opened his mouth to speak--

But was cut off by a sudden hand wrapping around his windpipe and slamming him into the brick wall behind. He'd gone for the knife in his coat on instinct, but it clattered to the ground with the surprising, far-too-fast impact, and Cesare's head swam. How is it possible? How could anyone move that fast? No one can move that fast, not even Micheletto...

"Ohhhh, you're so pretty and warm..." that throaty voice said in his ear. "I'm gonna eat you all up..."

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Cesare took the hilt, careful to keep his movements slow and gentle, but unable and unwilling to hide the eagerness in his expression and body language, otherwise. He licked at his lips, smiled wickedly, and said, "What makes you think I would mind if you did cut me, beautiful?"

He pulled the knife downward, its super-sharp blade slicing through the binding material easily, quickly, in spite of Cesare's continued care to go slow. Not so much for Kersen's safety, which he knew to be perfectly fine, as for both of their enjoyments: Cesare's for appreciating, Kersen's for being appreciated.

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Kersen let out a soft groan once the fabric was cut, equal parts arousal and relief. The fabric fell away, and once freed his cock immediately began to swell. There was a swathe of bare skin now, from the bottom of the waist cincher to the tops of the stockings on his thighs.

"I don't need to cut you," he breathed after a moment, and let his fangs click out.

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That, at last, distracted Cesare's attention from the perfection the knife had revealed to him--whether equal to or greater than the perfection of Kersen's dress, he was in no position to guess. He fixed his gaze to Kersen's mouth. A swell of something black--something that had potential to lead to fear--made its way up his spine. Before it reached his brain, Cesare took care to master it into a form he liked better; it became desire, still black with the faintest edge of fear, but more with the anticipation of sensation. Would it hurt, as it had before? Almost certainly.

But he also knew, unequivocally, that it would feel good. If for no other reason that, in the short time he'd had to get to know Kersen, he'd come to see that the man was far more interested in bestowing unadulterated pleasure than pain.

Cesare's fingers trailed down the long, flat planes of Kersen's chest, over his ribs, his abs, and down to the base of his cock. He whispered a challenge: "Do it."

[kersen]

It occurred to Kersen that perhaps it was a bit odd for Cesare to go from being nearly killed to wanting sex... but actually, no, it probably wasn't. Even the shock of finding out that vampires were really had probably just deepened an adrenaline rush.

As for Kersen, well - so far, everything Cesare had done and said was just right. And now that he knew the truth, Kersen didn't have to hold back.

He ran a finger lightly across Cesare's neck, lowering his collar farther, and then leaned in... and bit. And drank. It would hurt for only a fleeting moment, and then there would be only pleasure, like another adrenaline rush.

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The state he was in, even the pain of the bite itself was pleasure, though. Cesare gave a low moan in his throat--contained so it came out as more of a growl than anything else, as he tugged and dropped his shirt to the floor to let Kersen have better access.

He'd never been so high in his life, which, frankly, was saying a lot. Cesare didn't like being out of control, but he did like understanding every possible situation; he left no stone unturned in search of experiences, so long as they were in an environment he could manage himself. This... was extraordinary.

And as the ecstatic dizziness of Kersen's bite took him, raced through his blood and turned his world white-hot, set him burning, thickened his cock, made him growl again. He dug his fingertips into Kersen--his back, his ass, hard. Pulling him closer, shifting his hips with sudden irrepressible desire, want, need that he was barely even aware of. Pushing it higher.

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Kersen moaned, spurred on by both the taste of Cesare's blood and the way the man responded to him.

He didn't want to go on too long though, didn't want to take too much - especially since he knew he'd be tempted to have another bite later, when Cesare was inside him... the thought of it made him shudder.

He pulled away, and licked the spot he'd just bitten. "I want you," he whispered. "Tell me how you want me. Couch? Wall? Bed? I've got lube in the night stand... I don't care in the least if you use a condom, though it's not necessary since I can't carry disease."

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In fact, Cesare had never bareback fucked a man, and the idea of it being Kersen, of all men, sent another rush of blood to his already straining cock. He wanted to spin him around, shove him against the wall, and pound his tight little ass right there and then, fuck the lube, fuck everything. Just Kersen in those stockings screaming his name.

That thought, the carelessness of it, frightened Cesare more than anything else tonight had. It wasn't like him to lose himself completely to lust, like this--not with an almost-stranger. He thought he knew what Kersen wanted--needed, even. If he could provide it...

"Bed," he mumbled, then growled into Kersen's ear as he walked them back towards the bed and night stand. "Want to look you in the eye while I fuck you. Want to see your face when you come with me in you."

None of which was a lie, but it wasn't especially necessary, either, as his earlier flights of thoughtless from-behind wall-fucking fancy proved.

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Kersen knew that he was being careless too, letting himself be swept up like this. But Cesare was perfect. He was somehow accomplishing something that Kersen had thought rather impossible: clear respect for Kersen as a vampire, as a powerful creature, and yet still taking control sexually. The way that Cesare looked at him, like he was the one that wanted to do the devouring... it was perfection.

He fell back onto the bed and scrambled back so that Cesare could get on top of him. "The walls are thick," he said breathlessly. "No one but you will hear me scream your name."

Because he had a pretty idea for what Cesare wanted to hear, too.

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"Perfection," Cesare said, meaning both Kersen's words and his body, which he paused for a moment to devour with his eyes--not long, though, as his cock ached for attention. Yes, all he could think of was pounding into that beautiful arse, but even through the lingering high from Kersen's bite, Cesare focused on him, on what he needed, on the opportunity at hand. Simultaneously, Cesare shed what was left of his clothing and retrieved the lube from its resting place, taking some in hand.

Then crawled onto the bed, between Kersen's legs, feeling no less powerful or comfortable for being entirely, gloriously naked. If anything, quite the opposite. Gently, he took one ankle in a hand and kissed, nipped at the stockings--once at the ankle, once at the calf, once at mid-thigh, where he took the top of them in his teeth and snapped them, then grinned wickedly up at Kersen as he bent that leg at the knee and hooked it over his elbow. Kersen's other leg, he pushed up with his thigh, so he was open. Cesare leaned over him and pressed in and down so their bodies met, cocks rubbing against each other deliciously.

Cesare reached down with the hand not supporting him and took them both in a well-lubed grip.

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Kersen gasped, and bucked his hips a little, encouraging Cesare's movement. Then he reached up and tore off his wig and wig cap in one clean movement, tossing it to the ground, because he wasn't going to be so undignified as to let it get all fucked up and be hanging partway off while he was getting fucked. Underneath Kersen's hair was wild, like it was already sex hair.

"Suddenly I'm not sure which one of us is the predator," he said, his voice low, and not sounding like he minded at all.

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"Is it nice, for a change?" Cesare worked them both with his hand, face hovering low over Kersen's so he could feel his breath, kiss his cheek, bite at his ear, nuzzle his bed-head (Christ, the more layers he peeled--it wasn't that he got sexier, just a different kind of sexy, and god, this taking it slow and appreciative business was driving him absolutely mad, he needed to fuck this man hard.)

And then, with a quick readjustment to the angle of his hips, Cesare let go their cocks and pushed Kersen's leg wider, knee-to-shoulder. Not bothering to wait for a reply to his question, Cesare pushed himself inside Kersen, growling, sighing as he edged into that tight, sweet heat as slow as he could make himself.

For the moment, anyhow.

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"Fuck..." The word was breathless, keening, and Kersen's back arched off of the bed. He wrapped his arms around Cesare's neck, poised to dig his nails into his back. "You don't have to hold back with me, you know." His voice was low, rasping. "You can't hurt me. And I like it rough."

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Where the fuck had this vampire lover been his entire life? That was all he needed to hear; Cesare didn't let himself go entirely, but he stopped trying to ease Kersen into it, anyhow. The rocking of his hips turned rough, with a sharpness at the end of every upthrust that suggested balls-deep wasn't good enough for him. When in fact, it was so bloody good he had to stop himself thinking about it and focus.

He kept Kersen's stockinged leg bent up and pinned down with one flexing arm as he worked him from the inside. Not a word from Cesare, just panting breaths and small, throaty moans as he shifted his angle slightly here and there until he got the reaction he needed.

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"Cesare," gasped out Kersen, and dug his nails into his back. Just barely enough to draw blood, but it was enough, the sudden smell of it on the air made him moan. "Yes."

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There it was. The sound of his name, the moan, the yes cut through something in Cesare's mind, a block he'd put up to make sure he maintained just a little of his control an focus. Told him he'd hit the right angle, all the right buttons, and a good hard fuck was all that was left to do for Kersen to think--everything Cesare wanted him to think.

Cesare went into abandon overdrive, physically speaking, slamming into Kersen hard enough to shove him dangerously in the direction of the headboard. "Do it again," Cesare growled, nipping at Kersen's lip quickly at an upthrust, not knowing if he meant the nails or the bite and not particularly caring.

[kersen]

If Kersen hit his head on the headboard it wouldn't have actually done much damage, but he was glad not to anyway.

He wasn't sure what the 'do it again' referred to either, but he made an executive decision about what Cesare wouldn't mind. He grabbed Cesare's wrist, the one not used to brace himself, and brought it to his mouth, sinking his fangs into the inside of his wrist as Cesare continued to pound into him.

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It was almost more than Cesare could take--and he prided himself on being able to take a great deal. All his care, his insistence that he be all things to Kersen in this moment, flew away with the quick spike of delicious, hot pain, then the heady euphoria rocketing through his veins.

He lost himself in Kersen, arm quivering with the effort as he pounded into him, all separate sensations fading into each other until it became one perfect symphony of ecstasy. Harder and faster and he knew not waht; Cesare moaned, eyes fluttering shut, and didn't stop pounding even as he came. Longer and harder than his body should've been able to handle, inside of Kersen, with Kersen in his blood.

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Kersen was already reaching down to stroke his own cock when he bit down on Cesare's wrist. He knew he could probably wait, but he was so close already, from arousal, from blood lust.

He felt Cesare come, felt the spill slick inside him, the shuddering of his body, that final, hard thrust.

He drank one more long gulp, ripped his fangs away so that he wasn't tempted for more, as he came with a loud moan of his own.

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For Cesare, he might as well have been struck unconscious, the experience was so perfect, so positively otherworldly. It had been years since he'd had to simply hope he hadn't made a fool of himself in the throes of passion... until now. The stickiness of Kersen's cum between their bellies helped, but Cesare was far too experienced to assume that alone was enough.

He could hardly move, his limbs were so spent, but he pushed down with the support-arm slowly, kissing his way towards Kersen's navel. The slight jerk as he pulled out of Kersen's ass was gentle, at least. And accompanied by a faint bite of his own.

Christ, was his head spinning from the orgasm, or from a lack of blood? Cesare didn't know... but he was sure he'd be very concerned... eventually.

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Kersen collapsed back onto the bed and groaned, "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

He allowed himself a moment before, as was usual, his focus shifted to concern for his partner. "Are you feeling okay? Not lightheaded?"

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"That's not the word I'd use, no." There was a faint laugh in Cesare's voice, airier and far less black than usual. His breathing was still hard, and he sprawled carelessly, easily across most of the bed. "Where the hell have you been all my life?

"I'm assuming you hear that a lot, but it's sincere, I promise you that."

But he was regaining his focus--not enough to regret the lapse, there in the end, just yet, but certainly enough to realize: I just fucked the living hell out of a vampire.

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Kersen turned onto his side, a hand on Cesare's chest, and smiled at him. His smile was beaming, adoring.

"I haven't heard it quite like that, perhaps," he said, and traced a finger lightly over Cesare's chest. "And it sure is nice to hear." And it sure was nice to have some want all of him, this like.

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"You..." Cesare tried for a deep breath, reaching up to tangle fingers in Kersen's rumpled hair. "Are remarkable."

He liked the way Kersen was looking at him--perhaps his little slip in the end there, the way he'd given himself up for a moment--hadn't been such a disaster after all.

"And I intend to make sure you can't forget it." Not so much a promise of love, but a promise of continued affection. There would be flowers. Gifts. Visits. Oh, yes, certainly...

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Kersen would have to be careful, he knew. Not let what had happened with Jade happen here.

The reminder of Jade was briefly sobering - a reminder that some part of Cesare's reaction, large or small, could be the pleasurable effect of the bite rather than Kersen himself.

His smile wavered for only a split second, and then he leaned in and kissed Cesare softly. "I am sorry for how this evening began but not for how it ended."

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"While I didn't enjoy being attacked, especially, I think seeing you impale my assailant with a stiletto heel--" Cesare nipped at Kersen's lip, interrupting his own sentence. Then he continued with, "That was hot." And chuckled.