Blood ties - arranged marriage - vampire - yaoi - lit

[The Odd Paradox]

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If he had tried a similar tactic with Lord Darian back home he easily would have been able to avoid the situation without an issue. Though, it appeared as though Lord Rune could read into his polite and measured words and twist them around until he found the core of what he really felt and in all honesty that frightened Lukas. In the past he had been able to hide his true feelings from the world, but here it appeared as though he was nothing more than an open book for his lord and that left him feeling vulnerable and anxious. How in the world would he ever be able to last now that his major point of defense proved useless against his new lord?

Lukas held his breath when he heard the unmistakable growl in his voice as well as he felt his smoldering gaze on him once more. He felt little more than an appetizer to his lord's insatiable appetite. His words ignited his cheeks once more and the sudden movement of being pulled into his arms made him gasp audibly. His heart started thumping once more when he felt his hot and tantalizing breath on his earlobe. It was a miracle his poor little heart didn't jump right out of his chest with just how hard it was beating.The moment Lord Rune bit into his shirt and ripped it to bits Lukas let out a startled whimper. Never had he been treated so roughly and never had he expected to enjoy the slight thrill that it brought to him as well. Not that he would ever openly admit it anyway. He remained quite as his lord spoke to him, his eyes begging to be released from their hold, but they just couldn't bring themselves to do so while they stared into Lord Rune's intense and passionate gaze. He quickly grew panicked when he heard his lord question his willingness to care for his injuries. " N-no mi'lord! Y-you misunderstand! O-of course I'd car-" His pleas were abruptly interrupted when he reaffirmed that his body would in fact become his. Before he could get anything else out they swiftly began dancing.

If Lukas wasn't red before he certainly was now. The sensation his his lord's strong and firm body pressed up against his smaller frame was more than enough to make his mind grow hazy with sensations, lust and desire being the two more prominent emotions. It too him a short while to grow accustomed to being puppeteered by Rune, though once he did he would occasionally try and sway his hips against him, after having been coaxed into doing so of course.

After nearly crying out when his lord suddenly dipped him he was spun into a chair. He had come inches from tripping over his own two feet but thankfully the chair had caught him in the nick of time. His breathing was heavy and frantic as he tried to catch his breath. His hair was a bit of a mess from the wild dancing. Even his usually dreamy eyes appeared affected by the dance as he looked around wildly before focusing in on his lord. He hadn't been this rattled since the night he changed, and he couldn't tell whether or not he enjoyed this development. One one had it was frightening and forced him out of his comfort zone and on the other it was new and exciting. It made him exhilarated and alive. It was different, and only time would tell if he'd be willing to experience it once more.

After having been given his orders he hesitated for a moment before slowly straightening up, brushing his messy hair back with his fingers, and stood up. His eyes returning to their default dream-like state once more. "... As mi'lord wishes." He said before walking over and lightly resting his forehead against his chest. He wasn't sure if his poor heart could take any more excitement for today. It would be best to do as he was told lest he wanted to experience his "fire" once more... Though, he wouldn't be totally against the idea if his fire made an appearance in the future.

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Rune, lord of the west

Lukas had been warned about lessons in intimacy. There were no beginner taster sessions when a Lord was hungry for closeness. A hands on approach worked more effectively than sweet lectures. If Lukas had defences then he had burnt through them. A wild fire destroys everything in its path. Ultimately the student had learnt a vulnerable lesson and the resistance faltered. Seeing Lukas surrender to his wimps gave him the confidence to grin victoriously.

As he felt the softness of silken stands against his chest he took the time to pet the exotic coloured strands. The music changed to something softer and slower allowing the Lord to sway with his lover in his arms. “I love when your cheeks turn crimson. I want all everything blush you make on your precious cheeks from now on.” Like a lion with a graceful gazelle he purred. Tantalising lips brushed against his ear every time he had something new to say.

“Did you know that your body whispers secrets to me? It whispers secrets contrary to what you say.” He moistened his lips remembering the delicious way of the hips. “Your hips swayed like a sexual pendulum entrancing me in lust. My eyes couldn’t tear themselves away from each tick and tock of your swing. Deep down you are a erotic creature who doesn’t just want to please others but wants to be pleased. There is nothing selfish about that. You can still be giving generous, kind and satisfied.” He lightly massaged Lukas’s back as he held him close. “Your body speaks to me and do you know what it says? Every fibre of our being wants to melt into me. Your body knows how I can make you feel. For someone accustomed to giving I understand that receiving is foreign. I will give you so much pleasure my sweetheart.”

In the motions of a classic ballroom dance he ushered Lukas to the mantelpiece. Upon it was an oriental style urn. Lukas’s ear was pressed to a silent chest. No familiar drum of a heartbeat could be felt. “If you look with great care you will see a scar. I know it is a mere silvery slipper of a scar but it is there. In the Hunter Wars a slayer staked me through the heart. With that wood buried deep in me I was paralysed in agony. I was left to suffer.” Decapitation was the only certain method of killing a vampire. Other methods normally just caused pain and disability to the elders. Younger vampires were slightly more vulnerable. It took every drop of determination to raise my hand and pull it out. There was no way to remove the stake without removing my heart. After that something changed in my love life. Sex was plentiful. I am a Lord, few refuse us. I soon discovered that after I made love to them that they didn’t want to lie near me. It is the silence of my chest. It is haunting. In that urn is my heart torn in twain. When you are near I share the warmth of your heartbeat.” A few gentle kisses were placed upon his forehead as he relished the coming together of the skin.

[Tsun Cake]

Ｄａｒｉａｎ Ｏ'Ｍａｌｌｅｙ

xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Ruler of the South

"Thank ye~" Darian murmured, taking a moment to respond to the compliment about the quaint little scenery that highlighted his mansion as they walked towards the entrance. Not only was it fragrant and lovely to look at, but also rewarding in it's own. "When the fruits ripen, one of me maids likes to make desserts with them. Ye have never lived until you tried some of her treats!" The closer the two got, the more the lord had to prepare for the loudness of his staff. He could feel their excitement fuming from behind the door, it was almost too tangible. "They will love you, don't even worry about trying to make a good impression. They'll be enraptured by just you being there..."

A deep sigh escaped as he turned the neatly polished brass knob, opening the door to reveal a lavish inside filled with various individuals patiently awaiting their arrival. All of them were unique; some had kept their wind worn faces even in their vampiric lives. Only a small handful looked like hardened men and women, pirates and warriors missing their scruffy bears. The majority were clean cut and well dressed, the women held expressions on glee on their beautifully painted faces.

As soon as the two stepped foot inside, the shrill, excited screams of the maids were near deafening. It was like a battle call since all the participants rushed over to greet them, more Ro than anyone. They were certainly curious. "He is so beautiful!" One of them gasped. Adventurous hands of the maids touched the scholarly brown suit, sampled a feel of his well maintained skin and his silk chocolate tresses, his well groomed hands were studied and pointed out, all the while cooing praises to him. A necklace made of the wild flowers were placed around his neck, while a flower crown with a mix of the said flowers and roses were placed upon his head. "Oh you could not be more welcome in his home~"

"Mi'lord, I swear you are going to make me die in peace with this one! Simply stunning! Look at how graceful and charming he is! So well taken care of. You had me worried for a moment, lord... Out of three choices, you picked a good one!"

"The other lords didn't show. It was jus' the Lord o' the West and I." Darian informed, still rubbing his ringing ears. Their loud delight was just too much for his sensitive ears. "You banshees need to calm yerselves with all that racket! Me ears are bleeding with yer terrible screeching...!" The loud roar of people dulled, though that didn't stifle their merriment.

"So... Little Lukas is with--" Darian cut her off with a motion and his signature hard look.

"Don't ever say that manipulative old ******** name... Jus' don't. I don't want to think that disgusting bat is hooking his claws in me kin. I don't want to think he's going to be part of his scenery after he grows bored of him. I predict that's gonna happen... An' tell me I'm wrong! I want to be wrong about this before I throw a metal stake in his pretty little head!" Darian was always distrusting of the charismatic lord of the west, as with the others, though the crimson spotlight was on him since he was going to wed his always compliant kin. Like a paternal figure, he was hostile of it all.

"Mi'lord! Calm yourself around your new groom! Can't go five minutes without threatening something, can you... Now~ Dinner will be ready soon. It's a special one for the occasion." She informed after scolding the old redheaded brute for bursting out in such a way. It wasn't anything new. If anything, the nagging grounded him to reality rather than letting him flying off the handle.

Cards. There were so many welcoming cards being handed to Robur by the excited bunch that was dispersing to let the poor kin catch a breath of fresh air from all the attention. They made sure he had a garden of flowers on him when they were done; no pocket was left without one! "You look like a flower bush." The lord teased, his fiery demeanor fizzling out to a mere tamed candle flame. "Come, let's take a tour of the place... There's a bit of time before it's time to eat." He offered.






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[The Odd Paradox]

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Lukas was thankful for the short reprieve as the previous latin song changed into something softer and slower. At least the likelihood of him tripping over his own feet was greatly reduced. Despite his nervousness when he felt Rune's slender digits tenderly start stroking his hair he felt himself relax a bit more into his arms. It was an innocent gesture that comforted him more than anything. Though, his comfort didnt last long.

Within a matter of moments he had effortlessly caused his rosy blush to return to his cheeks. The talk of his body's desire to be pleased certainly ruffled a few feathers and flustered him. It would be a flat out lie to deny the truth behind his words, but Lukas didn't want to admit it. He didn't want to feel so utterly vulnerable and dependent on his new lord. It was exactly what he had been striving to prevent all of these years. He enjoyed his independence and his ability to detach himself from others if things grew too complicated... Unfortunately the longer he was wrapped up in his lord's arms and was fed sweet whispers and promises the less it seemed as though distancing himself from him became a viable option.

He was surprised when his lord suddenly pressed his ear against his chest, and he craned his neck to offer him an imploring look, though he quickly got his answer behind his actions. His expression softened as he imaged his poor lord laying their in agony. Lukas had only heard stories of the Hunter Wars, it having occurred centuries prior than his birth, though from what he had been told it was a terrible ordeal for everyone involved. He gently pulled away to examine his chest. Sure enough the barely noticeable scar was located on his just just above where his heart had been. His expression grew even gentler as he gently reached up and gently stroked the scar, almost as if his actions would hurt him in the process. Though, the real issue that tugged his heart strings was the fact that his lord's previous lovers had left him after a passionate and pleasureful round of intimacy. It was deplorable to say the least.

Lukas' eyes grew damp with emotion as he raised his gaze to meet his lords. "... I don't mean to criticize mi'lord... but clearly you don't have the greatest taste in lovers. To leave mi'lord after having giving them the pleasure they craved and desired... Clearly it was they who was without heart and not mi'lord..." He stated firmly before turning his damp eyes onto his scar once more. He could only imagine the loneliness his lord felt when they left after having their fill. It must have been heart breaking... that is figuratively of course. Perhaps Rune's romantic tendencies was starting to rub off on him or perhaps it was the fact that Rune had trusted him enough to divulge such a huge and intimate secret, but either way he felt compelled to show his new found devotion to his lord. He leaned in before gently licking the scar, as an attempt to heal the damage that not only the hunter's had caused, but his previous lovers as well. He then pressed his lips onto it as well, as a symbol of his mission to prevent him from suffering any more damage from that point on.

'... If it's my heartbeat mi'lord desires then I'll make sure that it'll beat loudly enough to echo within your own chest as well." He whispered more to himself than anything. A tender smile made it's way on his face as he pressed his lips against his chest once more, his eyes never leaving the scar that had replaced his battle torn heart.

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[khlyst]

Robur

Robur natural polished charm and well honed etiquette suited the fuss he was getting from the excited mix of ladies and gents. Each gent was given a courteous bow of the head and each lady a kiss on the hand. All the fuss was quite overwhelming as the caressed his skin and decorated him with gifts. Due to a little over stimulation of the senses his eyes diluted very slightly. “Oh my you are all utterly delightful. I look forward to making a special scrapbook containing all these wonderful gifts and memories.” He cordially thanked them all after was relieved of the gifts. They were forming quite a pile which nearly reached his height. The jovial mood was only broken when the ‘F’ came from Darian’s lips. Strangely he wasn’t offended by the name calling or damning critique of his master. Having the experience of what went on in the mansion of the west he knew that Darian had good judgement of his character.

As he was finally escorted away from the fanatical hoard for a little tour of the lonely mansion he found himself giving Darian a little playful telling off. “Lord Darian I am flabbergasted that you said ‘duck.’” ******** was not a word Robur had the power to say. “Duck, indeed,” He peered behind to make sure no one was watching them. “You are quite the mischief. Saying ‘ship’ and ‘duck’ and then using that devilishly inappropriate tongue on my neck after we have only just met oh dearly me. You are very very naughty. A playful grin crossed his face as he decided to turn the rose bush comment Darian conveniently provided. “I am a flower bush! Don’t you look entertained with that mischievous glint in your eye? What will I ever do with you?” From his mouth he flashed his miniature soft set of fangs. “Oh look the flower bush has some thorns.” Darian’ knuckles were brought to his lips and nibbled upon. “Oh deary me I have pricked you.” He continued the good-humoured onslaught of chewing. “p***k, p***k, p***k-a-dee, prickly, p***k.” He sang with each little bite he gave.

Arms looped around Darian’s neck as he dangled in front of him. “”Oh gosh, I need a little pruning. You have let this little flower bush grow into a mischief as well. Perhaps you need to use your secateurs to snip me back to an appropriate flower bush.” On tiptoes he reached up and nipped Darian nose and cheeks. “Oh looky here, this flower bush is a climber. I have climbed all the way up your body to your face. The bush wants to plant a flower on you.” The stem of a flower of delicately placed between his fangs and offered to Darian.

The earlier offering of delicious desserts and the craziness of the informal greeting had made Robur feel free. No longer were the chains of the tyrant around his neck. He could eat things which had been of the menu at Rune’s. Desserts had been limited as well as other sweetmeats. If it hadn’t been beyond the bonds of appropriateness he would have nipped Darian’s bottom as well. Here he could have his little dreams and fantasies without them being stifled. Later he would try saying Darian’s name without Lord in front of it. Just thinking about saying his name felt dangerously mischievous indeed. Rune would have cut his tongue for it.

[khlyst]

Rune, lord of the west

Rune kissed the tears from his eyes, the bittersweet crystal droplets of emotion tasted beautiful. Sugar kisses of devotion and understanding from Lukas’s delicious lips melted the hardness of the warrior. Force would be left for the time being to be replaced by gentle affection. “You are right, I was a young warrior and my taste was defined by beauty alone. I only bit humans who were beautiful to begin with and vampires famous for their looks. It was superficial and low of me. The little vampire I have given to Lord Darian wasn’t a beautiful human. He was a lanky thing covered with spots and a bad case of psoriasis. Poor thing looked quite diseased but he had lovely eyes. A button had fallen off my jacket and he ran after me to return it. He even offered to stitch it on for me. I bit him there and then. His final word as a human was ‘mum’. This first words as a vampire were ‘that is entirely inappropriate you scallywag.’” Rune gave a gentle laugh. “Poor Robur is probably being berated by ‘the Emerald Lord.”

He escorted Lukas away from where he had seduced with dance to a small private dining area with a banquet full of exotic treats. “You must be starving. I know I haven’t helped save your energy reserves with my flirtations. I couldn’t help myself. You drew me in with our dreamer’s eyes.” As any gentlemen would he pulled a chair out for Lukas to be seated upon. “Do you drink wine Lukas. I have my own vineyard which makes one in the traditional method. I have even used my feet to juice a few grapes. In the summer season I holiday up there. In fact I was planning our honeymoon there. I will show you a few pictures tomorrow.” He poured a glass of his wine, a rather mature, full bodied musky vintage with a distinct woody scent. He could a sip before kissing Lukas. “What do you think? The storage is oak barrels really adds to the flavour.” He was clearly proud of his wine. It didn’t come cheap at £250 a bottle. He picked a few grapes and attempted to feed them to Lukas. “A feast is a time for stories. You have lived a good 153 years. Indulge me a little with a tale or two.”

[The Odd Paradox]

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Lukas was relieved that his lord hadn't taken his criticism wrong way, and was pleasantly surprised when he actually agreed with his observation. He winced when he felt the other kiss away his tears, and grew embarrassed by his uncharacteristically emotional state. Perhaps his Lord's over whelming passion was getting the best of him. He listened to his lord as he discussed Robur's past and how he had been turned. The story honestly shocked him. He had always imagined that Rune was a tad pick more picky about his kin rather than just selecting them off of the street at random. Perhaps he was far more lonely than he had led on? Either that or he was fickle when it came to bestowing his gifts upon humans. He offered him a reassuring smile when he heard his comment about Lord Darian. " Don't worry mi'lord. Even if Lord Darian was still upset with your kin he would have simply left him with the housemaids before going off to take care of business matters. All of the servants are terribly kind to new folk, and while they were sad to see me leave I'm sure they were excited to see mi'lord's new fiancee." He explained with a gentle smile, remembering just how loud the women wailed when he departed with his lord Darian. They certainly were an emotional bunch, that was for sure.

He followed his lord to the private dining room, only to be taken aback by the beauty of the room as well as the sweet smelling and delectable exotic desserts that were arranged beautifully on the table. It appeared as though no detail was too small for Lord Rune. He thanked Lord Rune when he pulled out the chair for him before he sat down gracefully. Taking care to ensure that his back was straight and that his leg was crossed at the knee. He turned his eyes to his lord and listened to him diligently as he thanked him after having been served a glass of wine. " I must admit I've never been much of a drinker in the past, but this is mi'lord's special blend then I'll simply have to take the time to properly enjoy such adult and exquisite pleasures." He said with a polite smile before taking a small sip of the wine alongside his master. The wine certainly was of high caliber, so much so that he felt himself start to relax after just one sip. In fact it took him a few moments to realize that his lord had actually leaned across the table to place a kiss on his own lips. His cheeks, once again, started to heat up at the unexpected hisplay of affection. He recoiled a bit as he unconsciously licked his lips, surprised by how well the combination of the wine and his lords lips tasted. " Y-yes mi'lord. The wine is delicious. Certainly one of the best, if not the best, wines I've ever tasted." He said as he took another sip. While his words might have sounded like meaningless flattery, he was honestly being genuine. He had only had a handful of different brands of wines, and the majority of them were low end ones. If he were to compare them to this one they tasted little better than horse piss. Not to say anything against Lord Darian, he simply had a taste for the harder liquors than Lukas did.

Lukas blinked when he saw his lord trying to feed him some grapes. Shouldn't it have been the other way around? His warm cheeks glowed as he gently lowered his glass to the table before leaning forward an graciously accepting a grape from his lord. He chewed said grapes for a few moments before swallowing and accepting another. After having eaten a total of 3 grapes he finally pulled back to take another sip of his wine only to be coaxed by his lord to tell him a story of his own. He paused for a moment before taking a larger sip of his wine and placing the half empty glass down on the table once more. " ... Well mi'lord I regret to inform you that the majority of my stories revolve around mi'lord Darian's misadventures. Most of which I would question weither or not you would want to hear." He stated as he slowly lowered his gaze and started tracing the other edge of the wine glass with his index finger.

After a few moments of contemplation he raised his gaze to his lord once more, his cheeks slightly flushed as the minuscule amount of alcohol started to take affect in his system. Not only had he skipped out on dinner the night before, but on breakfast as well. He had been far too nervous to keep anything down prior to the meeting and after the short work out they had in the parlor room he was feeling a wee bit lightheaded. Not that he would admit that to his master of course. " Well, I suppose the only story that mi'lord might be interested in would how I changed. Though, It's not exactly a lighthearted tale." He stated with a bittersweet smile as he took another sip of his wine.



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[khlyst]

Rune, lord of the west

“I have to admit curiosity. How does one as charming as you enter the gates of the afterlife? In our intimate moment I admit my attempt to locate your birthmarks. In 153 years they were hidden themselves well yet I know they are there. That ingle bite is the single biggest connect you have with your master. If you ever think you have moved on suddenly it will twinge. Your master is in your blood. No one can ever change them. When you miss him, which I have no doubt you will at some, just remember he is always there coursing through your veins.” 153 years of serving Darian was an incredibly long time. He couldn’t deny that his lover would long for the familiarity and safety of his creator. Lukas had maturity and intelligence on his side which would aid the transition. Even though Rune wasn’t fond of the arrogant son of a b***h but he had to admit he had chosen well with Lukas. Even age had dulled his pearlescent skin and there seemed to be no resentment or bitterness in his eyes. Lukas was a normal well balanced vampire. The Lord had feared that he would have to marry a blood thirsty lunatic. Every Lord had created a few of them murderous suckers in their time. They would bite and terrorise anything with or without a pulse. Rune had a few of those bastards locked up for when he wanted to terrorise a human village, or another lord’s mansion. Thankfully he had the perfect dungeon record; no escape.

Rune’s finger lightly stroked the neck of his lover with particular interest on the jugular vein. That vein offered a taste of a wine far sweeter and richer than any he could concoct. As much as he yearned to bury his veins deep within the fleshy soil of the flesh he knew he had to wait. Lukas had only just sampled intimacy and something as intense as a bite would overwhelm him. It was possible to bite gently but Rune wasn’t that kind of vampire. When he bit someone he would extend his fangs to full length and penetrate with all his might. This forcefulness created a desire mix of pleasure and agony. The victim would start by feeling hellish suffocation until euphoria exploded within. Yes Lukas would need a little nurturing before he could have his wicked way.

Before it was time to listen to tales of yore from his sweet well spoken lover he helped himself to a selection of fine cheeses and meats. Rune clearly wasn’t a contemporary banqueter. This feast resembled the offerings of medieval royalty. Being a worldly vampire he had sampled some of the world’s finest foods but preferred the luxury of traditional fare. He placed a few exotic fruits and sweetmeats on a plate for Lukas to try. He wanted Lukas to be slightly intoxicated by the sensation of the food and wine. “After you tell me your story I would love to know what happens on St Patrick’s Day at Lord Darian’s. I have only heard rumours about the consumption of legendary amounts of alcohol. That is unless you are sworn to secrey.”

[Tsun Cake]

Ｄａｒｉａｎ Ｏ'Ｍａｌｌｅｙ

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"... Duck?" Darian questioned when Robur was playfully chastising his use of words, though the foul-mouthed old lord was oblivious to the fact that his new fiancee didn't have it in him to use dirty language. The redhead gave the brunette a look of confusion, knowing he would never use the word 'duck' to describe anyone. "I would be... Flabbergasted, too, if I said 'duck'! I guess me English is a li'l bad, because I swore I meant '********] It was a bit perplexing, hearing these substitute words that replaced his bad ones. 'When did I say duck or ship...?' The answer didn't don on him until a moment later that the words used by the proper gentleman was used as a clean replacement for curse words. "Ye haven't even seen 'naughty'~" He stated, cracking a playful, suggestive little smirk.

It cute; his little flower bush had become a bit impish and less stiff than previously displayed. Even displaying his miniature set of sharp 'thorns' to 'p***k' his poor, defenseless knuckles, playfully nipping at him. A young vampire, indeed. Robur had barely grew out of his milk fangs. It was a strange sensation, letting him practically nibble on his skin with the little things, like small kitten bites it felt like! 'Goddamn it, he's adorable...' Darian thought, his stoic self defeated by the endearing display. He even felt like playing along with him, letting him nearly hang on him.

"Oh dear~ How did I let me prickly little flower bush get this untamed...!" The lord humored Ro, feeling the tiny 'thorn pricks' on his nose and cheeks. "I gotta start keeping an eye on this one, before he eats me alive." At least this one wasn't intimidated by his violent reputation or his intimidating looks, though Darian did suppose the cat was out of the bag that he wasn't as much of a demon as others rumored him to be, still as bad though not that there was a reason to be...

His little flower bush wanted to 'plant' a flower on him, holding the gifted flower in his mouth for Dar to take. His own mouth closed in to the ones that were occupied with the lovely object and, with a flick of his tongue, the flower was claimed by the redheaded lord. Those lips, he could kiss them for hours, they were so soft and sweet. He took the flower out of his mouth. "That was hardly a kiss..." Dar murmured, picking up his fiancee with little effort, wrapping his meager frame with his arms and stealing a kiss from the lips of his little prince. He savored the lusty kiss for a moment, a moment that he really didn't want to end. All good things had to, though. Robur smelled so sweet, especially with a multitude of flowers decorating his body. "Better..." A simple word that held so much satisfaction with the action.

"Yer so light. I'm jus' going to carry you fer now." It was an excuse to relish the brunette's beautiful scent a while longer, supporting the minuscule amount of weight as he leisurely walked further into the mansion. It was well maintained, illuminated by single watt bulbs that were soft and easy on the eyes. Candles were more of a hassle to keep up with and they made such a mess, electric bulbs were a godsend.

A room was neared and entered, filled neatly with various instruments. The one that stuck out the most was the aforementioned piano, still as glossy and beautiful as if it were newly made. It was carved by talented hands for equally as experienced musicians to enjoy. Some oof the other instruments were also as well taken care of as this, though their age and use were as plain as daylight. The man was a fan of fiddles and their light, quick interpretation of old folk music was near perfect. The woodwinds were more for the other residences that knew how to play them.

"Here is your piano... It's very old." Darian stated, letting Robur stand on his own two feet if he wanted to explore the room of all its old and new treasures. "It used to be me master's piano, well, until he died. The old b*****d made me play it until me fingers cramped. 'e pretty much thought that's a good way to 'civilize a beast' as he said it. Everything else was collected over the years. Fiddles, flutes, drums, some strange contraption called an... Accordion... Xylophones, everything. When we get a moment out of our busy schedules, you kin hear all kinds of odd musics. It builds morale, so it's allowed."





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Robur

Once again Robur’s senses were overloaded with new treat to sample as Darian indulged in a passionate kiss. The taste of the whisky and nicotine mixed with the natural sweetness of his lips. This created a new bittersweet cocktail to enjoy. Darian had an interesting bouquet which was distinctive through the floral scent of the flowers. Leather and rich pine was how Ro would have described it; the true scent of a man. Even his eyes were offered a further glimpse into those sensual pools of honey which could transform into hornets in a mere blink. Finally his fingertips delighted in playing with the soft texture of his firry mane. With every sense heightened to their maximum and his heart skipping to a joyous beat he felt wonderful. His body craved the closeness; his first little addiction. “Oh gosh!” He steadied his breath once the kiss ended. “You have taken breath away. I hope you plan on giving it back soon.”

Darian was now his carriage of choice. It amazed him how easily the mature vampire could lift him up. Secretly he could enjoy a feel of his powerful frame. Soon his carriage opened in a new destination. This was obviously the music room and what a music room it was. There would be plenty of instruments or an orchestra to play. From the obscure to the renowned, it all appeared to be here. With eyes wide and full of wonder he continued his observations as Darian told the story of his punishing training. “I bet your fingers cramp just hearing the gentle tick of the metronome. I might have to give you the special pianists hand massage.” His eyes then set upon the loveliest of antiques. Ro was instantly enamoured by the beautiful piano. Love at first sight some might say. In preparation to visit the pianoforte he improved his posture. Like a familiar lover he caressed the smooth surface with the luxurious patina of age. The curves and engravings were treated with great affection until finally his hands fold the clasps to open the instruments lids. With great excitement filling him he bit his top lips. The way he unclipped the clasps was reminiscent of unbuttoning the sight of a fine specimen. Carefully the lid was lifted to reveal the ivory key. To Robur they were perfection. Happy little gasps sang from his lips. He almost felt unworthy in front of such a grand instrument. Yet he longed to hear the purr of the middle C. Using his middle finger he stroked the note with slight pressure. “Wow!” The sound was heavenly. Only mature pianos could make a distinctive velvet note.

Robur was having an affair with the piano he had undressed to reveal the ivory keys. With the confidence of a man about to make his lover belong to him he straddled the stool. He commanded every key to sing for him as he played one of his little love songs. Once the happy little tune finished he recovered the naked key in the dark wood and refastened the clasps. In one swift movement he swung his body round to face Darian, trying to hide the fact he had teary eyes. “I am touched that I get to play such a wonderful piano. Thank you Darian.” Robur took the hands of his ‘lion with the mane of fire’. Rune had told Robur about the ill-mannered crude and rough Darian before they met. The first encounter at the bar seemed to meet all those expectations. Darian had revealed himself to have a heart of gold within the beast.

[The Odd Paradox]

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Lukas could feel his pulse quicken under the light stroke of his lord's fingers on his neck, his jugular to be precise. He had lived long enough to know the exact location of that delicate yet vital vein. Rune's focused attention only made his heart pace quicken as he explained his interest in his neck, which only led him to remember just how painful the bite had been. His fingers reached up and automatically came to the very two marks that Lord Rune had mentioned. It was located 2 inches above his collarbone on his left side. At this point the marks had faded, though if one were to look very closely the skin appeared the slightest shade lighter were the two puncture wounds were located. He offered him a polite smile as he tapped his fingers twice to his familiar mark, knowing it by memory at this point. " Here it is mi'lord... and It pleases me to know that mi'lord understands the connection that have with mi'lord Darian. Though, I reassure you that it won't be an issue and that you will be my main priority from this point on." He said with a reassuring smile as he lowered his hand before turning his attention to the various sweets and cheeses that his lord began piling onto his plate. He grew a bit flustered, not at all accustomed to having his lord serve him his food. " M-mi'lord please. That is terribly sweet of you but there is no need, I can serve myself." He said with a hesitant smile as he reluctantly received the foods from his lord.

He paused for a moment as he swirled the wine in his glass before his expression turning a tad bit more serious than he had been previously. " Well, in order for mi'lord to get a clearer picture allow me start from the beginning Mi'lord. I was born to lowly servants in the middle of the 19th century. I had two older brothers, and three younger sisters. We were a poor lot and barely had enough to eat, but we were happy. My mum passed away when I was eleven due to illness as did two of my younger sisters. Frail little things they were. They hadn't even reached the age of 7 when they were taken..." He paused for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh and running his fingers though his hair. "After they passed my father put my youngest sister to work under the household we served at the time. It was hard work, but at least we had enough to eat. It was there I met Catherine. She was the first daughter of the wealthy merchant we worked under." Lukas' eyes grew gentler and distant as he reminisced over his human life and his first and last love , as far as he was concerned. " She truly was a beauty that Catherine, hair the color of gold and eyes as clear and blue as the summer sky. Countless freckles dotted her cheeks and her wonderfully adorable button nose... We were in love, and everything was wonderful... That was until her father found out." His eyes clouded over as he took another sip of the wine. " He beat me bloody he did. Threatened to kill me if i so much as looked at his daughter after that. unfortunately I was young and foolish. I believed that love would prevail and that it was all I needed. I was so naive back then. We plotted to elope a month or so after and on the night of our long awaited escape was when he caught wind of what had happened. When i was on my way to meet up with my beloved, he and his sons stopped me in my tracks before beating me within an inch of my life. I was on the verge of death when they finally stopped, cursed me out and left me in a darkened alleyway to rot. If it hadn't been for mi'lord Darian I wouldn't be here right now. It was pure chance that mi'lord had traveled through that alleyway and come across my beaten and bloodied body. Though I believe he smelled the blood and thought me to be an easy snack." He chuckled for a moment as a wry smile appeared on his lips. " Though, the moment he lifted me up and brushed off my neck I snapped back into consciousness and realized what he was about to do. I began pleading for my life, begging him to turn me into a vampire and let me live. Looking back on it I must have been quite a pathetic sight. All bloodied and bruised like I was. Well, my pleas seemed to move him, either that or he simply wanted to shut me up, and he turned me right then and there. I must admit the bite was far more painful than the beatings I took combined... " He trailed off for a moment before forcing a smile on his face, indicating that that was enough for today. " And that was the tale of how I turned mi'lord. I do hope I didn't bore you to tears with my tale."[/color]

After a few moments of silence Lukas forced a smile before deciding it was time to discuss a more pleasant topic. One of which wouldn't stir such dark and painful emotions within him. " Mi'lord, It's hardly a secret how much we Southerners imbibe during Saint Patrick's day- and it's not just limited to the guests either. Lord Darian makes it a point for all of the staff to have their own party after his guests have either retired to their rooms or return home for a short reprieve before returning the next day for a continuation of the previous night's activities. In total the party tends to last for 3 days. A pre-Saint Patrick's day, Saint Patrick day itself, and finally a post Saint Patrick's day send off. Now, keep in mind that there are various, and downright deadly, party games and challenges that are played throughout the holiday. All of which are joyously completed while drinking excessively. I myself was never one for becoming intoxicated, but I do imbibe more during these events than I would otherwise." He said with a chuckle as he poured himself a glass after having refilled his lord's glass without hesitation. He then took a larger sip, enjoying the taste as well as the relaxing effect that the wine provided. " Though, while there are copious amounts of alcohol available i wouldn't rave about their taste as I would about your's mi'lord. Though, I would say that they might be bit stronger than a simple glass of wine. " He said with a smile before taking another large sip, his cheeks starting to redden because of something other than embarrassment.
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Cold Lord of the North

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Black waters as smooth as glass captured fragments of starlight and a blood moon hidden behind thickening clouds. A tern spired and dipped back, dipping the very tips of its wings, breaking the glass water into ripples of colliding circles, growing together until they reached so far as to imperceptible, but they were there still, stretching onward. A glowing moon appeared alongside the first, smaller and growing brighter and then nearly disappearing from sight, but never quite extinguished. An earthy sweet smoke filtered through the air and shifted around the invisible reflection. This was Daga’s domain. Standing out here upon the long oriental style bridge in one section of his vast gardens he could feel as though he were alone in the world. He were back in times long past, but that black water was a constant reminder. Once you shift the waters, even with a simple shift of the wind, they would never be the same.

Daga took another long drag of the cigar as the wind picked up and whipped the long black coat around him revealing the spotless tuxedo he had donned to meet with the others that night. Oh, he had intended to go. He had arrived in the catacombs but with every step closer to the club he could hear his own footsteps pinging about the ancient walls calling to him “Liar. Fake. Coward.” How could he agree to marry someone he did not know and did not love. Could he be so callous as to condone some stranger to an endless fate of living as His. Was there no humanity left in him? Had he turned utterly cold? With every passing step towards the club doors he could see himself slipping away, cutting off those last shreds of himself and becoming the monster he knew himself to be.

He had raced back north to his domain, much to the confusion of his kin and servants. “Enough! You can see that I am alone. Silence or I will pull your tongues from your throats…” That was some time ago. He had stormed off to the gardens and had been their ever since in a mood as dark as the black waters of the lake beneath his feet. The house it’s self was modest in comparison to the others. It had what was needed and comfortable for the day, but it was not where the bulk of Daga’s considerable funds went to. The converted mansion was not where Daga spent most of his time, it was in the office, or in the gardens.

The garden was where Daga LIVED. It was there that he spent most of his time. A fortress of sorts, the gardens was a place of refuge and serenity. But it was also used as a training ground. Hidden in every section of the garden were weapon caches, look out posts, defendable mounts. Looked at through the eye of a warrior the vast estate was obviously designed to test every skill needed to fight a war. Even in the thickest of storms Daga would often be outside welcoming the lightening and pelting rains. He seemed to welcome the cold of it, as though it only added to the thick wall about his damned soul.

Movement through the elephant grass brought Daga’s attention towards the difficult path and long legs brought him towards the edge of the clearing. He called to his man to help him find the correct direction. “What is it? I thought I said I wanted to be left alone.”

“Sir, a message for you.”

Daga took the message. He read the missive silently and then crumpled the parchment in his hand. “Make sure to keep the men back along the perimeter. “ He watched his man lower in a half bow and turn to give the orders. “And tell the Servants I see even a hair from their hides they will be skinned by morn!” He waited until he was once more alone before he ran a hand through his hair and squinted up towards the moon. He knew such a direct show of offense would be met only with retaliation, and if he could save his men from slaughter in attempt to protect Daga then he would do so.

He could have gone through with it. He could have just thrown one of his kin into the pit and be done. Taken one of their and forever ignore the hate he would see in his conquests eyes as he took what was his with out asking and ignored him from then on. No. It went against who he was. He would not fall in line simply because he was told. It would have been a simple way to unite them all, but...

The cool grey eye followed the ripples of the water as it the wind picked up speed before Daga crossed to the far side of the bridge, ignoring the fine clothing and climbed the rock face with surprising speed until he reached the top where the rock jetted into a leveled plateau. Here smooth alabaster thrones were carved upon black and white marble chess board like floor and a clear table held a chest of liquors. Behind the thrones a granite rack of arms stood. He moved over towards the table and poured himself a glass of whisky and vermouth and sat upon the stone, waiting for the storm to roll in.

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[khlyst]

Rune, lord of the west

Rune was a sly lord with further flirtation on his mind. Any slight blush a finger or word could arouse was an reward for the effort. Lukas giving him a personal tour of his neck was an invitation to play. As the creation fang marks were tapped the moment was ceased upon. An X marked the spot as he moistened his finger and drew the letter where he planned to bite. Those scars belonged to Lukas’s previous owner. As soon as wedding bells rang he would replace them with his own. The precious swan like neck would be branded by him. Luka was being ever so polite. Appreciation flowed from every word he gifted Rune’s ears. “Your manners are extemporary. Are you sure you have been trained by Lord Darian. His manners are...” He paused trying to choose an inoffensive term. “Well, they leave a lot to be desired. He can make a cheese grater seem polished and soft. I am sure you have grown accustom to his brash mannerisms.” Discussing Darian was not how he intended to spend the evening. Conversation should be light, free and easy. It should flow as freely as the good food and wine. Darian was always a heavy topic oozing with controversy. The only thing that should be heavy was the intensity of his seduction. Even mouthfuls of the finest nourishment in the kingdom wouldn’t be enough to detract him. On his menu of gourmet feasting was a dreamy eyed vampire. If Lukas was a good little vampire he might even let him have some nibbles of his own.

As usual Lukas’s giving nature wouldn’t allow Lord Rune to serve him a little snack. Good manners needed to be overthrown by some bad dinnertime behaviour. Some unsavoury flirting should do the trick. “Get used to being served by sweetheart.” There was something filthy about the smile that accompanied a faint whispering. Whispering saucy little titbits made the whole situation seem quite naughty. “One day you might ever own sleeping quarters with a surprise awaiting you. On the back of a chair you will see my infamous red jacket. My trousers and shirts are discarded upon the ground in a crumpled heap.” A strawberry was brushed against the tender jugular vein before it was consumed in one bite. “Towards our coffin our gaze diverts to see that a feast has been served for you. My naked body is your plate and every treat is just for you.” If there was a chart for Lukas’s redness the Lord knew his cheeks would be redder than ever imagined. Rune chuckled as he delighted in his victorious dirty talk. Lukas was just too easy to tease.

The teasing relented to allow the tale of Lukas’s undead birth to be told. Rune enjoyed a good yarn but from Lukas’s solemn eyes he knew the mood was to be soured. He listened to the familiar tale of death and pauperism that came with vampires of Lukas’s age. That was why ghost stories were created by mortals as a way to feel connected to those who had passed. Offering the sad start came the story of his first love. Despite Catherine being spoken of with such fondness and reverie he despised her. The story improved the instant he discovered the love was forbidden and he had been beaten for daring to dream of ‘happier ever after’. Surprised was an emotions he hadn’t expected. Darian had pick up some ‘left overs’. That was a rarity indeed. Lord Darian must have been very hungry or rather drunk. Perhaps Darian had a gentler heart way back then. Either way it was good fortune that the dreamy eyes boy had been turned.

Finally the jovial mood returned and the atmosphere was lightened. Of course he expected the confirmation of drunken antics. However he didn’t know that the misdemeanours lasted for several days. Thankfully vampires didn’t have to worry about their liver. “I have no doubt that Darian has the strongest alcohol in the kingdom. Your lord would make a fish look like it belongs in the dessert. Even I can’t drink as much of the Devil’s nectar as him and I am a seasoned warrior. I lived off mead and cows blood for years.”

A fine meal was soon consumed and time continued to tick deep into the depth of night. Closing in was the infamous first sharing of his coffin. Trapped together in perfect intimacy there would be no escape. Body pressed against body Lukas’s heart would pound against his chest. Rune simply couldn’t wait. “The night draws endlessly in and slumber must conquer our eyes.” He took Lukas to a special bathing room full of sweet lotions, potions and soaps. The bath was in the ground like a swimming and was always full with the warmest sweetest scented rose water. “This is your bathroom. Brush your hair and brush and freshen up before bed. I shall be waiting for you.”

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((don't worry I haven't forgotten you. Evil schemes are afoot))

[The Odd Paradox]

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Lukas couldn't help but chuckle at Lord Rune's commenting on lord Darian's drinking. " I can assure you he doesn't drink to excess often. Though, it can be a bit frightening when he's had more than his fill. Thankfully it takes close to a dozen drinks before he really starts getting out of hand." He chuckled, feeling a bit more relaxed now that he had some wine in his system as well as the fact that Lord Rune's flirtatious comments were dwindling. Now if only he could keep him from teasing him and forcing his cheeks to redden whenever he got the chance.

The rest of their meal went by pretty smoothly. He was surprised by the assortment of foods and was even more surprised by just how delicious they were. He had been told time and time again how bland and traditional the foods of the West were by Darian. So much so he was honestly worried about the quality of food that he would be subjected too. Thankfully the food far exceeded his standards and he now knew that Lord Darian simply exaggerated, not that it was the first time he had been guilty of that crime.

Once the meal concluded he thanked his lord for the company being obediently following him out of the room towards his personal bathroom. Not only was he surprised by the grandness of the bathroom but by the sheer fact that it was to be his own personal bathroom. In the past he had shared a bathroom with a few of the other servants, not that he minded of course, so the fact that he was to have his own bathroom was a luxurious him. His dreamy grey eyes eagerly explored the room, only to stop when Lord Rune gave him his orders. He offered him a kind smile, grateful for the gift he had bestowed upon him. " Thank you mi'lord. I've never had my own personal bath before and I must say this is far greater than I would have ever had imagined. I assure you that I will keep it as clean and orderly as it is right now." He said with a slight bow before flashing him a bright and thankful smile accompanied with a small glimmer in his dreamy eyes. After a few moments he paused and glanced around the room once more before turning towards Lord Rune once more. " Um, Mi'lord? If I may ask, do you have a change of clothes I can change into? While I'd hate to bother you with such a trivial question, I didn't bring a change of clothes and I am unsure when Lord Darian will be sending my belongings." He said with a sheepish smile as he nervously brushed back a few strands of hair behind his ear. In retrospect he should have brought a bag or two with him when he left to go to the meeting, but he was far too focused on his own appearance to think of anything else. How utterly irresponsible of him.
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