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Fantasy Blood Courtiers

Ganyemedes closed his eyes and let Alois (Tibor) wipe tears from his eyes. It felt right, their embrace, the soft intimacy they shared. He didn't want to leave his arms. He wasn't warm--in fact Alois (Tibor) felt rather tepid--but that didn't mean Ganyemedes did not find immense comfort in the other man's arms.

The blonde blushed and rested his face on Alois' (Tibor's) chest. He even took a moment to nestle himself under the other man's chin. As he spoke, he did not want to look in those haunting eyes. "I need away from that damn... company. From my father and my uncle's plans." He wasn't telling the whole truth.

Ganyemedes sighed and squeezed Alois (Tibor) slightly. "But I need the money they offer. The lifestyle. I can't live on the streets."
 
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The vampire listened, and not only with his ears. Before his vision, the boy’s aura was practically sizzling with the turmoil of his emotions. He also heard the unsaid layers, the silence beneath the simple request.

There was something else but simply “plans”. Something which was implied by the uncle’s possessiveness. By how Ganyemedes reacted to his innocent question.

Tibor gently returned the squeeze, holding the boy close. He didn’t need to worry about unfortunate implications, his body was his to control, so the embrace was platonic, but still has some comfort and warmth.

“If it is only that, consider it done” he laughed quietly, caressing the blonde curls. He wanted to do more, but momentarily, he decided against it. Anything more had to be initiated by Ganyemedes himself, as much as he was able to decide freely, drunk from the Awe. “Money I have… and I am sure with your talents, you should be independent in no time. I can provide you with the money you need, maybe even a suitable place to live… would that be all right? I have a mansion, or I can rent you an apartment. Then we should have the time and opportunity to try out what you want to do, and what would be your love for life…”
 
Ganyemedes had not expected to be offered a place to live. He slowly sat up to look at Tibor with wide, terrified eyes. "If you wouldn't mind, I'd like to stay with you. I am... worried that my uncle would send someone to find me. He is the one who generally does the dirty work of the company."

The young man sat up and looked at Tibor with a small smile. He was calming down from his tears now. Excitement started to fill his belly and he grinned wider. "Thank you, Alois. Thank you so much for this evening."

He shifted and planted a small kiss on Alois' (Tibor's) cheek. "If there is anything I can do to repay you." His voice trailed off slightly as a blush spread on his cheeks. "I'd be willing to do anything. I can easily accrue some money as payment? I can..."

Sex was a hard subject for Ganyemedes, especially when he didn't want it.
 
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Tibor liked the uncle less and less now. He sounded exactly like the fawning tickle-brained moldwarps he used to deal with when he was still alive… the vampire grinned from the thought of opposing him. He nodded, smile showing his canines now, although not with fangs released yet.

“We can arrange that if you truly wish so” the actor said quietly, still caressing the boy’s shoulder. He enjoyed the warmth of the living body. “I have plenty of empty rooms – I am sure you will find one for your liking, even an atelier if you decide on trying your hands at painting. Actually, this would be even better because you would have every imaginable art supply immediately available…”

His eyebrows furrowed when Ganyemedes started to talk about payment. Something in his tone implied he wouldn’t want to do it… still, Tibor decided to play innocent for now.

“I think you wouldn’t really need money if you could accrue it as payment… so how do you think you should pay for what I am offering?...”
 
Ganyemedes was now a pale pinkish color. He was embarrassed; he never did this. The young man had never had a pleasant sexual experience. He covered his face in embarrassment. He took a deep breath and looked up at Alois (Tibor). "Some times... more frequently than I like to think about, people use sex. Drugs, money, maybe a place to say. It's called being a rent boy."

The young man looked down at his fingers. "I don't know why I am saying this. I hope you aren't like that, but people have desires. There was a reason you had me come with, in your private vehicle no less."

He looked up, blush still there, but eyes serious. Ganyemedes took a deep breath. "So, what can I offer you as payment?" He was talking business now.
 
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Tibor sighed; measured, indignant, and a bit pouty now. Although it was as he suspected, he still felt a bit appeased by the offer. The idea that he would do anything like this.

This was indeed a barbaric time, not different from his own.

“I really, really hope you were only talking about this in theory and haven’t actually considered to do this” he said in a slightly offended voice. “There will be no need, I can assure you. I indeed have desires, that is true, and I freely admit at first I was enticed by your looks. But the embrace of passion is only desirable if it is given from heart. Otherwise, you shouldn’t even bother. I do not want you in my bed, Ganyemedes. I want you on my side. I hope you recognize this is different.”

He paused for a moment, his finger tracing the youth’s face gently, like he could just wipe off all bad memories. He redirected Ganyemedes’ gaze to his own.

“If you really want to pay me… give me your passion. Your joys. Share them with me. Give me your first creations. Show me beauty. Then, if you are sure of yourself, you know what you want… tell me. If you really think you desire me, if that is truly a wish, maybe later we can talk about that… but right now, I want more than flesh. I want your soul. Tell me, Ganyemedes. Are you prepared to show me all of these?”
 
Ganyemedes looked away as he was scolded. His cheeks were puffy as he pouted slightly and avoided eye contact. He did not tell Alois (Tibor) outright that intimacy was his first thought of payment. To him, sex was a tool used for power and control, not pleasure and certainly not for love.

He stroked his own jaw, as AloisTibor spoke. Ganyemedes felt his heart skip and jump and dance. He smiled softly. "Alois, you are one of the most interesting, most kind people I have met. That's why I even thought sex was an option. You are one of the few I would feel comfortable with in bed. But I am glad you aren't the type."

"If you were the devil, would readily give you my soul. But since you are an artist, I will offer my skills in potentia." He smiled, calming his worry and smiling. "Thank you, again, Alois."
 
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The vampire laughed huskily, his voice soft and warm. He touched the boy’s hand again, enjoying his warmth, the rush of blood under the pale skin… he could hear the kid’s heartbeats skip. He took this as a compliment.

“Then we have an agreement, young Ganyemedes. You give me the first from everything you achieve, and in exchange, I shall provide you with everything you need. I sincerely thank you for your words – it is quite elating to know how you feel about me. But I do not want these feelings to go sour. Take your time, enjoy freedom, and after that, maybe we can talk about this again…”

That was when the vampire realized the carriage wasn’t moving since a while. Most likely, the driver recognized they were talking about something important… he had to smile. Dana was a very smart girl.

“…but for now, let’s enjoy ourselves. I think you will find the club entertaining. Let’s leave our worries for later. We have time to fill until dawn…”
 
Ganyemedes laughed. "Oh good. I had not noticed the limo had even stopped. But I agree, let's go enjoy ourselves. The night is young."

He opened his own car door and stepped out into the city air. He sighed happily while doing up the button of his suit. The young man examined the club with a calculating eye. It didn't matter what the club was; Ganyemedes was with Alois (Tibor).
 
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“Thank you, Dana” the vampire quietly nodded to his ghoul. “I will need your services before dawn, too. Could you call forward to the mansion to prepare a guest room? And some reasonable attire.”

“My pleasure” the girl replied happily, throwing a kiss into the air, then she was gone. Tibor turned towards the youth, offering his arm.

“Well then, shall we enter?” he asked, then led Ganyemedes forward. The other chosen were already pouring in with Tibor’s Childe escorting them inside. The bouncers haven’t objected, just pushed the other people aside, opening the way for the actor. Tibor ignored his fans as they approached the Velvet Nightmare. It was Zeno’s club, to be honest, his Childe proved to retain some talent in managing not-so-squeaky-clean establishments, but as his Childe’s property, it was practically his… and the staff clearly treated him so. For this night, the decoration was Victorian, a bit more fitting for his tastes, although it turned the place Gothic in appearance. Still, the atmosphere was pleasant, with the old-fashioned music and attires mixed up with the modern appliances.

“Nice to have you here, mylord” a deep, rusty voice greeted them, the owner stepping to the pair. The short-haired, pale-skinned brunette was attractive in a very bizarre way, given his overstated vampire make-up and costume. Although these served to entirely hide the fact that he was indeed a vampire. “I will have your usual room open… I gather this should be a big celebration. I loved the performance.”

“Thank you, Zeno” the actor smiled. His Childe’s compliment was not honest, but he couldn’t care less about it. “This is young Ganyemedes, and I wish to entertain him tonight. Please, help me in that.”

“Of course. I will take care of it” the man promised, taking off immediately. He didn’t even greet Ganyemedes. Tibor take a slight offense to that, but for now, he directed the youth gently towards the special room.

“Sorry about his rudeness” he said. “In his stead; Welcome to the Velvet Nightmare. Let’s hope it will prove to be a nice dream for us…”
 
Ganyemedes smiled at Dana. He laughed at the playful, jovial way she threw a kiss into the air. Alois (Tibor) seemed to surround himself with lovely and lively people. This made the young man feel at home, but in the best way possible. It felt right. He felt right, like a piece of a puzzle that had finally been matched with its own peers.

The young blonde easily interlaced his arm with Alois (Tibor's), walking into the club. He saw others from the play walk in, laughing and happy as well. The atmosphere of the street was amazing. Walking into the club though, he felt a bit of a culture shock. It was like stepping into a gothic time machine.

He had always been fascinated by the modern gothic culture, but he had never indulged in it. For once, Ganyemedes felt under dressed. He laughed at the thought, since he had just been to a full blown Shakespearean play.

With a careful eye he watched the exchange between Alois (Tibor) and Zeno. His smile dwindled, but his face feel to a cold and hard neutral rather than a frown. He noted how Zeno didn't even address him, or even look at him. This made him not suspicious of the owner, but of Alois (Tibor).

But the thoughts were quickly banished with the play on words. He covered his mouth, his eyes nearly disappearing he was smiling so big. "Oh it's fine. I bet he sees you bringing a lot of young attractive men here to spoil for an evening. I mean, I did see how many from the meet and greet you did bring. I assume it was you at least."
 
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That was a keen eye. The actor became even more fascinated with the youth. The chalices he chose rarely seemed to recognize what his Childe’s attitude means.

Well. Time to play a bit more hazardous then.

“Guilty as charged” he said as they entered the room. “I am in constant search of someone who could grab my attention, and usually I prefer to get to know them. So, I frequently spend time with… attractive youths. Their gender nonwithstanding. I also love to entertain myself with others while I am seeking out talent or beauty. But none of them received the same offer as you. You managed to really get inside my head, young Ganyemedes. You interest me a bit more that I would care to admit usually… but since we have already made an agreement, I feel obligated to try and be honest with you. I want to know even more. Would you care to indulge me?”

The special room was elegant in its simplicity. While it offered all necessary comfort, the overflowing decoration was understated here, combining creamy colours and soft materials. The lighting came from oil lamps, offering a bit more intimacy, and a wide array of finger food and drinks were arranged on the table. Tibor spot the bottle of blood on the ceramic plate heater, too, and smiled. Even if he won’t take Ganyemedes as a chalice for tonight, he won’t get hungry…

“Have a seat, please. I think we will hear some music soon, and if you wish, we can invite the others, too…”
 
Ganyemedes slyly smirked at The vampire, his blue eyes dark with intent and sparkling with delight. "Then let us be truthful to one another then, Tibor. I'm sure I can be truthful to you if you are honest with me."

He sat down with a flop, though he was able to keep an almost regal air about him. He crossed his legs and let the reflective toe of his Oxford shoes bounce slightly. With a poised hand, he took one of the delights from a plate. He examined it, a tiger examining it's prey, with raised eyebrows and a soft, delighted smile.

"Oh invite them if you will. But if you are asking my opinion I would much rather have you all to myself. I am very selfish that way." He chuckled and grinned.

The young man took the delight between his fingers and placed it on his extended pink tongue. He took it into his mouth and closed his eyes as he chewed, humming slightly with satisfaction. Upon swallowing he licked his fingers of the last traces of the morsel. Then he laughed. "I feel so relaxed around you. I never feel this relaxed, unless I take an Ambien."
 
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“I am content with that” laughed the vampire softly, gracefully taking a seat next to his prey. Maybe the hazard was worth it; Ganyemedes seemed more relaxed. And so god damned beautiful in his liveliness… then was when the actor decided he would keep him alive for a little while, letting him taste power first before embracing him. It seemed like a good idea in that moment, especially considering how he usually rushed, and with the Childe before, that proved to be a mistake. “I prefer to keep to ourselves too, I have to admit. As I have said…”

He trailed off, as he watched the youth taking a delight from the table, mesmerized. The food here looked tasty and good… but alas, he was cursed with one of the greatest flaws of being undead. Every food he tasted, every wine he sampled turned into ash in his mouth. He trained himself to disregard the enticement of the table, but now Tibor was almost salivating. Ganyemedes ate with such gusto that he felt his hunger flare up in his chest, paling his face as he made an effort to compose himself. Suddenly, he could understand something he never did before… why the Prince kept taking his trophy to restaurants, just to watch as…

He had to tear himself out of the fantasy as the boy spoke. He just smiled, trying to hide his sudden bloodlust. Seemed like he will have to take that bottle sooner than he thought…

“I am glad to hear that. I want you to feel better… to feel safe. I felt I should protect you from something… even if I have no idea what that was, to be honest. Then you confirmed my suspicions… and I actually feel thankful for you answering me the way you did. But… why would you have to take… concoctions to put you at ease?” he asked, while offering a bottle of red wine for Ganyemedes to decide whether he wants to drink…
 
Ganyemedes sighed. He leaned into the couch, resting his elbow on the near by table and then his cheek on his knuckles. Another sigh, and he shook his head. It was hard for him to describe why he needed the ambien, and the xanax, and the prozac. Nothing in his young life was simple.

He took the bottle of wine offered, and poured a glass. "You are rather nosy, aren't you? You ask far too many questions for my liking. But I'll play your game." Ganyemedes sniffed the wine, swirled it, and then took a sip. He ran it over his tongue, identifying the subtleties in the wine before swallowing roughly.. "Hope you didn't drug me." He joked with a sad laugh. It would not be the first time.

Another sigh, another sip, this one was larger. "It's my uncle, mainly. I do suffer from several disorders, at least according to my psychiatrist, hired by my uncle. But Zephyr..." Ganyemedes licked his lips and stared at the red wine as he swirled it delicately. He had bony, but attractive wrists. "Honestly I think they give me the drugs in hope to keep me lulled, and comfortable, and plyable. Otherwise I might speak up and show that I have my own mind, my own thoughts, my own desires and wishes. I might even tell the world of the deeds that go on behind closed doors at CypressHill Enterprises."

Ganyemedes snarled slightly, his grip on the glass tightening. "Why am I saying they? We promised to be transparent. My father wants nothing to do with me. It's all Zephyr's doing." He took another large swig, sighing at the burn in his throat and chest.
 
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“I would hate to depend on chemicals” said Tibor softly. He didn’t like the sadness in the boy’s aura. Nor the fear and suspicion tainting the violet. “I have never used drugs. I won’t start now, I promise.”

He didn’t need them, anyway. His presence was more than enough for his purposes.

When the boy poured himself a drink, the vampire did the same, hoping the youth won’t realize the red liquid is too thick to be wine. He needed the blood now, unholy hunger burning into him, the Beast inside wanting to lunge at Ganyemedes, tasting him immediately. The manner he was eating and drinking was way too enticing.

Tibor listened quietly to the boy, then, after drinking the first glass, he put down the chalice and leaned back towards his prey, touching his arm likely.

“I am sorry. I needed to know” he said calmly, searching for the youth’s eyes. “I wanted to know what are you running from. I still think I can protect you, but I feel more and more like I should have words with your family. Especially with this Zephyr. He is a thoroughly unpleasant, pigeon-livered, muddly-mettled rascal, and I wouldn’t wish to let you back to him. Please, tell me you won’t be averse to move to my mansion immediately.”

He didn’t smile now. To be honest, he was a bit angry. Even if the boy didn’t confirm his suspicions yet, what he heard already riled him up.

“Why on earth would that marrowless gudgeon dare to do that to you? Drugs hurt your personality, taking away what is truly fascinating in you, bit by bit… I hate to think about it. Sorry. Ranting again. I just cannot stand when beauty gets ruined…”
 
Ganyemedes stared at his wine, and his reflection therein. His delicate hands swirled the garnet red liquid before taking another, small sip. He wanted to tell Alois (Tibor) everything. He felt safe with the other man, safe like he had not felt since his mother had died. But it felt like there was a lock on his tongue, heavy and overbearing. It was an odd sensation, but he decided to try and speak around it nonetheless.

The youth chuckled lightly at the bardic insults. It almost reached his eyes as he glanced to Alois (Tibor). "You really are a Shakespearean scholar, aren't you?"

Ganyemedes finished off his wine, and set the glass down. He sighed, and poured himself another glass. "I was hoping you would offer to let me move in tomorrow. It would be a quick pack; I don't have very many posessions. My mother's jewlery, my books, the globe that grandpapa left me. The only problem is that a quick move makes it harder to disappear. I need to hide my assets, what few I have. And I cannot incur his wrath by leaving his control. I want to vanish, not just leave."

He sighed and took a large drink from the wine. Ganyemedes didn't want to appear as a lush, but the wine was helping loosen his tongue. He placed the glass down on the table nearby, hoping that not holding the glass would prevent himself from drinking too much. The blonde haired youth then melted into the couch, his head resting on the back, neck arched and throat exposed from above the collar of his jacket. Gone was the poise, the grace. Ganyemedes almost looked like a typical man his age.

He chuckled again, though it did not reach his eyes. "You ask too many questions, Alois." When he turned to look at the other man, he looked like a man on his death bed, the way his eyes were lifeless and without humor. Silently, with his eyes, he was pleading.

"I'm glad you find me, and not just my looks, beautiful. I know about my appearance, but I worry sometimes that my soul is just as dark as his." He whispered the last part, for fear of hearing his voice crack.

Ganyemedes sat up again, his blonde hair now tousled from his resting position. He adjusted to sit on his knees and face the other man. "I just want to forget him, Alois. His eyes, his laugh, that stupid beard, his shape." He reached out and cupped Alois' (Tibor's) face with both hands, thumbs running across the man's cheek bones. "Help me forget?"
 
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“I couldn’t even deny it, I think” laughed the vampire quietly. Being a scholar was easy when you had half of a millennium under your belt, and he liked the fact that simply by living through centuries, he could sell himself as a man of academics. “Let’s call it an occupational hazard… just like being nosy…”

He nodded quietly, when Ganyemedes spoke.

“Of course you can. You can move in immediately, if you want; I already had a room prepared for you. Actually, that would be preferable to tomorrow, as I usually sleep during the day, and only my… housekeeper or driver would be able to accompany you. I won’t tell you leave back your belongings. I just want to remove you from there as quickly as possible…”

Somehow, he didn’t like that pose, and not only because it made the youth look more human than an ashen god. The vulnerability made his already cold blood running even icier. Ganyemedes indeed resembled to the trophy now…

…he would be so perfect…

“You are beautiful, no matter what he did. It takes a lot to tarnish something as bright as you” Tibor whispered quietly. He watched the boy move again, seeing his aura swirl and shimmer. Hope.

The vampire smiled, directing some blood into his face again, so the youth wouldn’t be scared away by the coldness of his body. He leaned forward, letting the boy cup his face. The request was interesting.

Forgetting.

He could definitely do that.

“This is what you really want?” he asked quietly. “I can make you forget him. Every detail. I can erase him bit by bit from your life, so you can replace him with someone worthy.”

He just touched his forehead to Ganyemedes, although he was tempted to kiss his perfect lips. The actor reigned himself back in with the slightest effort… he wanted the youth to feel safe in his arms. To reserve the calmness and the violet of excitement in his aura. The hopes.

“Just tell me. Tell me how you want it. I can help if you let me…”
 
Ganyemedes' breath fanned over Alois' (Tibor's) face. He smelled like wine. Already his face was warm from the alcohol, and it made him dizzy. "Please. Please, please, please." He tilted his head and dipped it slightly, so their lips just barely brushed together...

He pulled away suddenly and cleared his throat. There was the slightest bit of tears clinging to his blonde lashes. "I'm sorry, I don't know what's gotten into me. I'm not usually this impulsive, this... intimate... with other people." He coughed and grabbed his wine glass, finishing it quickly.

"I just really want you. Not sexually, perse, but in the true sense of the word platonic. I want to share things with you I never have shared before, be in your arms, and have you in mine. Share our minds." He swallowed. "I really would like to kiss you as well."
 
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That faint touch on his lips almost made the vampire’s heart beat. Almost. He knew entirely well what is wrong with this scenario… he didn’t want to do anything the boy would regret later.

So when the kiss came, Tibor resisted, and didn’t take the offer, not invited the youth for a deeper taste. Especially since the wine most likely made Ganyemedes tipsy.

He watched the boy pull away, and just smiled at him, softly, touching the youth’s face with his warmed-up fingers.

“Do not worry. You are free to express yourself, your wishes, while you are with me” he said quietly, watching the boy swallow. He traced the movement, mesmerized for a moment, watching the pale blue vein pulse under the white skin. “I want you, too… in whole. That is why I am reluctant. I want to keep you, hold you close…”

He leaned over Ganyemedes again, and somehow, as he wished, his hair broke free from the loose braid, touching the boy’s face.

“If you are sure… then go ahead, and kiss me” he said on a husky voice, biting the inside of his mouth. Blood flowed as he wished, ready to make the mundane kiss even more amazing…
 
Ganyemedes felt his heart beat fast against his ribs. To him it felt like a bird, ready to burst from its cage at the invitation of flying and being free, finally after so long. He clenched his hands on his thigh, knee shaking softly. He looked to Alois (Tibor) reluctantly, then smiled. He swallowed, adam's apple bobbing. Slowly he moved to sit in Alois' (Tibor's) lap. He took a deep breath before pressing his lips against the other's. It was a chaste kiss, as he waited for Alois (Tibor) to deepen it.

The young man was elated that he had found someone who understood him. To Ganyemedes, intimacy was not sex. You could share kisses and embraces and soft touches with friends, without damaging your relationship. But he grew impatient, waiting for Alois (Tibor). He ran his soft, warm tongue across the man's lips, his own heart skipping as he did.
 
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It was amazing, having that lithe, warm and youthful body pressed against him. The vampired enjoyed it immensely, gently tightening his embrace around the boy, not restraining him, just holding him, to make him feel safer. He could feel the youth’s heartbeat, its pace quickening, and he smiled, watching Ganyemedes with contention and warmth.

He wanted to taste him badly, to pierce that pale skin flushed pink now, drink deeply from his deep red wine…

Not yet. Tibor shoved the Beast growling for a meal back in. He just waited until the boy kissed him, chaste at first.

He only took the chance when Ganyemedes licked his lips. The actor softly opened his mouth, inviting the boy deeper in, letting him taste his blood… not yet kissing him himself. He wanted the youth feel in control…
 
Ganyemedes made a soft noise of passion as he let his tongue slip inside Alois' (Tibor's) mouth. The other man tasted like lust: sweet and spicy and thick and heady. It made Ganyemedes jump slightly. It felt like his whole world opened up with a single kiss. He felt his emotions, sensations blossom; a night lilly white in the moon light.

He pulled away for a moment, watching Alois' (Tibor's) eyes closely. He laughed, feeling a little more than just drunk. The blood went unnoticed. He cupped the actor's face and kissed him more passionately, a bit more rough. He moved to straddle the other man now, his hands moving from the actor's face to pull gently on his hair.
 
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It was always entertaining to watch his blood’s effect on his chalices. Tibor felt somehow more amazed watching Ganyemedes open up from a single taste of his power, his bright face, the newfound twinkle in his eyes. It was like watching a flower bloom, and the actor was lost in the sensuality of the sight, finding tranquillity in the true beauty appearing for him.

Just for him.

The vampire smiled at the youth’s intoxicated laughter. He let some more blood seep out, so when the boy moved in again for a rougher kiss, he could taste even more power. Tibor really wanted to see him blossom, and as the young body pressed against him, he could almost feel his blood move. Almost. The youth’s movements were decidedly erotic, and if the actor was a mortal, he would have surely reacted to the straddling. He could rule himself more than that, though…

…not. When the youth kissed him rougher, deeper, pulling on his brown hair, the vampire couldn’t help himself. His fangs surfaced for a moment, touching and piercing the youngster’s lips, tasting his blood, and giving him a glimpse of the Kiss’ bliss…
 
Ganyemedes pulled slightly on Alois' (Tibor's) hair and let his tongue roam the actor's mouth. His taste was intoxicating; and the more kissed the other man, the more alive he felt; and the more control he took of the kiss. He had never had control in a kiss before. And he would never tell him (okay he probably will at this rate) but this was one of his first experiences that he truly enjoyed.

But then he felt something graze his tongue and lips. He gasped into the kiss and tried to pull away, but his carnal desires took over his mind. Pleasure didn't just tingle in his spine like before, it shot through his nerves like fire. This made him moan outright, and tighten his grip on the man's hair. It terrified him for a moment, but it was hard to think through the fog of pleasure.

He pulled away for a moment, looking over Alois (Tibor). His pupils were blown wide, making his blue eyes dark, and his blood was pumping hard against his veins. "What are you...?" He leaned in and kissed Alois (Tibor) again, only to force himself to pull away once more. "How are you...?" Another kiss, only to be eneded like the other. "Please don't stop." Kiss, pause. "More. I want more." Kiss, kiss, kiss, pause "Make me forget the world."
 
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