ROLEPLAY HQ - high-strung

It was this one Thursday that Vi made his way through the crowded afternoon streets of Harlem. With both hands in his pocket and an airport in his right ear, the man made his way down the street, aiming towards his favorite coffee spot. His emerald eyes were hidden behind a pair of round red glasses as usual. An assortment of necklaces and trinkets hanging from his body jingled along with every seemingly feather light step he took. As usual, Vi was greeted with the small bell chime of the Mobiliar of the entrance door and the smell of freshly ground coffee beans. It was one of the most soothing smells there could ever be in his opinion. 4:23 pm was the time when he checked his phone before looking further around in the Cafe. Today was pretty full, even with a line in front of the counter. The small lazy smirk his friend had worn fell for a second as he got in line behind four other people. Although today was his shop closed, there were better options to spend your time on, but waiting for his usual order was not something from that list. So he tried making his best out of it, tapping along with his black Marten boots while nodding to the song that was blasting in his hear, hoping time would pass faster that way... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Platform pastel heeled boots hopscotched along the sidewalk as their owner danced in between individuals, twirling and dancing to music that no one else could hear-- but if one looked for any sort of headphones or bluetooth earphones, they'd find absolutely nothing in the man's ears. His phone, dressed in an obnoxiously pink and cute case, began to ring, but Oso didn't answer it right away. Instead, he laughed as three kids playing double dutch in a back alleyway looked over at him. They hadn't invited him over, but he still made his way towards them, jumping in and then out of the two swinging ropes before finally, finally answering that goddamn phone, which had sent the first call to voicemail. "Yooo!" He crooned, tilting his head to look up at the blue sky, spinning in yet another circle in order to avoid running into a man in a business suit. The individual turned his head to look after him with disdain and Os stuck out his tongue, charms jingling as he stuck a hand in one of his pockets before pulling it back out again, middle finger extended. "Two dumbass chais," he hissed as he turned back forwards again, looking every which way for the coffee shop that he'd never been to in this part of town. "A fluffy piece of shit frappe for a piece of shit dude, and a Brooklyn 911 with six shots of espresso for meee!" He had no idea if the coffee shop would even know what he was talking about when he would bring THAT up, but the thought didn't necessarily cross his mind as problematic. HE was about to be problematic for the poor barista who would dare to question it, bless her heart. "Oso… remember the boss's order too…" Replied his team member on the other side of the screen. "Dumbass." "OOOooooOOOh. Right, right," He raised his free hand, poking his skull, as if the guy could see it despite the fact that he was completely on the other side of town. "Bossy gets…" "Black." "Ugh, the hardest one to remember," he laughed as the coffee joint came i

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nto clear view for the blue eyed monstrosity. The team was currently in Harlem, a location that they didn't usually travel to. But Boss was at a meeting with a few other members from a clan that had wanted to discuss…something, Oso didn't care to remember. But his clothing stood out here, even if New York was full of… unique… individuals. The bubblegum pink butts of his guns barely showed above his waistline. To be so bold as to walk around with such weapons in broad daylight, in Harlem of all places…. Either the guy was dumb as fuck or didn't give a shit. To be frank, both were probably true.

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"Just don't forget the Boss's. If you forget yours, fine. But you're fucking dead if---" The man mocked the man on the phone before holding the device away from his features and clicking the end call button. Currently in a tight fitting black halter top that exposed his flat abdomen with a hello kitty pastel pink jacket with clear sleeves, Oso was a sight to behold. Especially for a male. Especially in Harlem. But despite the occassional glance in his direction from strangers on the street who he passed as he crossed the street, not caring if the light was red or green for the vehicles he danced in front of. The bracelets on his wrists jingled together as he put his phone back in his pocket of his tight pants. Opening the door, his arrival was accompanied by the chime of tiny bells, and he looked up, tapping one of them with a black fingernail before he looked in and saw the line. He would have walked out right then and there. Oso was not one for patience. It didn't suit him. But he swung into line, peering around at the menu before tapping his foot to the beat of the music in the little store. It was his lucky day, because the line moved faster than he expected it to, honestly. When he was closer, he did a double take for the back of the man that was standing in front of him, the tendrils of black hair peeking out from blonde hair that needed to be bleached again. One might wonder if modesty was even a part of Oso's dictionary-- it most definitely was not, and had never been, as far as he was concerned. So, when the stranger spoke up about his order, the disgustingly pink clad man peeked his head around, catching a glimpse of beautiful jade green eyes behind red tinged glasses. "Woaaaa!!! Your style is stunning!!" A cheshire grin spread across his features as the man was given his order, but Oso wasn't concerned about the fact that he was next in line. And despite the fact that the woman behind him was stepping to and from her left an

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d right foot impatiently, he continued to engage with the individual who had been in front of him. "And your clothes…where did you buy such a shirt?"

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The line seemed to move quite fast today. It only took a few minutes until only one person was in front of Vi. His foot had kept moving along to the beat lightly as he looked to check his phone again and scroll through his Playlist until he heard that voice coming from his side. When Vi looked up to check who was talking to him he was met with the sight of a man who on second glance was a lot shorter than him, not counting in the hight of those boots. Along with that wall of pastel, pink, glitter and charms, Vi just couldn't help but admire that style for a short moment. This man certainly knew how to crush that aesthetic. "Why thank you!" Vi gave the man a lazy grin as he tipped his head a bit more to the side. Few quite sharper canines peaked out amongst the rest, giving his grin an almost predator look. "Oh this?" Vi looked down at his shirt he wore over a black top. It was a dark blue color with classical astronomy signs on it such as the star and moon and other constellations. It was one of the man's favorites to wear. "Got it from a local thrift store across the street. They have the most amazing hidden treasures to find." He replied with a amused grin. "As for you, I love your kawaii Lolita pastell look. Those boots are absolutely fire." He admired the man, shifting the weight of his feet a bit to take a better look at this stranger. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso waited patiently, head tilted slight to the side while he waited for a reply, which earned him a huff of impatience from the bitch behind him. Paying her no mind, he continued keeping eye contact with the individual he had addressed, his eyes roaming. They traveled first to the elaborate embroidery on the shirt, then to the man's pants before sliding their way back up to the guy's lips before flicking (finally) back to his eyes as he spoke up. The teeth that greeted him in a smile made his heart jump and he stared, unabashedly at their little pointed edges, listening, though perhaps not quite as closely as he should have been, to the stranger's poetry he offered up for grabs. Not that Oso was actually interested. It was too stark and drastic a difference from his own style. But he had struck up the conversation just to see the reaction of the other. And it was worth it. When he received a compliment in turn, his beautiful baby blue eyes widened slightly, then a cheshire grin slid across his features, tugging at the edges of his lips ever so lovingly. Standing back and doing a small turn, his guns' butts on full display for the other to see past his cropped jacket, he smirked wildly while his eyes took in the other from his feet to his face with a single swift sweep, the smirk only growing. "You like it?" "Sir… are you ready to order?" The pastel pink haired man glanced to the side, then, with another admiring look towards the stranger, he whipped his attention to the pretty little waitress who had addressed him. With a lingering glance at the man who he had been conversing with, he leaned in, back arched over the top of the counter as he repeated the order he had all but memorized earlier. "Oh and a black, too. Pretty please?" She smiled nervously and he winked at her before returning as fast as he could back to the stranger. "Hey, hey, what's your name? You live around here? Let's exchange numbers and maybe we can play sometime!!!"

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His excitement was so thick that it could easily be cut in half by the other if he so wished. But Oso wasn't finished. "I want to see what you look like with that shirt wrapped around your neck~" He giggled, then held up his hand to motion for the other's phone, his black nails flashing as they extended towards the other. (edited)

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

From the moment that man had approached Vi, he knew exactly that this man was an obvious threat. The little twirl Oso did only confirmed it as he spotted those two rather obvious guns on his sides. Vi had no doubt: this man was absolutely nuts and he didn't give a fuck about it. Meanwhile Vi was now the next to order, that lazy grin returning to his lips as he placed his usual order unbothered while another batista came to take the one from pastel femboy. His emerald eyes peered back towards the man as he asked him for number along only with that conformation that this man was indeed totally mad. Instead, Vi felt not afraid. This whole situation was rather thrilling, and with such a cute man in front of him. Part of him was curious to hear those sweet moans while tying that man up like a nice package. "I'm afraid that you won't be able to see that shirt wrapped around my neck, but a collar around yours would look so much prettier don't you think?" Vi had leaned closer to Oso's ear, whispering those words with a grin that mirrored in his voice. He only straightened his back again as his order was called. With a swift movement the man had paid with his card before grabbing his drink and walking towards the exit. "Anyway, was nice to meet you, but I gotta bounce now." Vi waved with his hand over his shoulder, not turning around until he stood in the door. One last fanged grin, one last glance with his mischevous emerald eyes before he disappeared behind the closing door. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

A grin graced the lips of the stranger before Oso had prompted him for his phone. Which only led the man to be more intrigued, his desire to have the other as his muse for 'art' absolutely breaking down walls by now. His empty hand remained empty, however, the other male speaking up in honeyed tones laced with deadly nightshade. His voice was an aphrodisiac, and his words…pure poetry. Oso's smile, which had fallen at the words, 'I'm afraid that…' came flying back to his feminine features, lifting his lips again as he listened to the rest of the man's prose. It came in a heated breath against his ear, causing an involuntary (or was it actually voluntary… one could only wonder with the pink themed piece of shit) shiver to slide up his spine. A woman's voice called out into the coffee shop and his name was revealed as he handed over his card and grabbed the drink on the counter. Vi. Oso retracted his arm, sliding his hand to his throat and raising his head as if to expose it further. A blush stained his cheeks and his teeth flashed as his eyes shut halfway. Desire. Lust. The thought of sex with such a creature as this? It made him half hard just thinking about it. He ignored as his own order was placed on the counter behind him, his name echoing into the busy little shop. Despite the fact that the guy didn't turn around, the pastel colored psycho murderer waved back, bouncing from foot to foot in an excited little dance. Despite the fact that he'd been denied Vi's phone number or socials, he'd been flirted with for the first time in god knows how long. Which absolutely sent his dead heart over the edge. He watched with an exquisite amount of interest and thrill as the other moved away, before lowering his hand to his face, spreading his fingers in a 'v' formation, and stuck his pierced tongue out, laughing with his mouth open before his own words came in response. "Find me when you want to go for a 'test drive,' Viviiii!~" Then,

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the gummy bear charms on his guns bounced as he twisted back and grabbed the drink carrier, smiled menacingly at the barista, and pulled out his phone with his free hand. With a quick dial, he phoned his boss, immediately gushing. "BOSSY!!! You won't believeee what just happened to me at the coffee shop!!"

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------------------------------------------- It was only days before Oso was back on those same streets, the sun having sunk below the horizon line hours beforehand. Accompanied by two other men who, in his own oh so humble opinion, were not NEARLY as artistic as he himself was, Oso strutted down a back alley, dancing (yet again) to music that no one else could hear. It was ABBA, and he swung around as if absolutely lit up on drugs despite the fact that he was not. The men were just pawns who, though still high up on the pecking order, were not necessarily strangers to working with their insane higher up. It was like walking with scary dog privilege…. And any passerby might think of a cute little lolita walking his rottweilers at first glance. But in reality, the men, Erik and Van, had been sent to keep their (sweet) little 5'3" man on platform Demonia's in check. And to, in theory, prevent any unecessary bloodshed. They were babysitters. Not that Oso gave a shit. He knew what they were there for but he didn't give it a second thought. Probably because he knew that he could absolutely wreck them if they got in his way. Not without a LOT of shit going down about killing fellow gang members, which was the actual deterrent. Big Brother was always watching… "Looks like the shop is on the left in about half a block." One man behind him spoke up, holding his phone up as if the 5g would magically load that GPS. "…Oso?" Oso looked back, bending down with his bubblegum pink, hello-kitty decorated gun in one hand. He waved it absentmindedly, nodding. "Yeah, yeah, cock sucker, I'm just excited because Bossy said this guy is such a ~wonderful~ little snack." Turning back, he swayed and then began skipping. A mad man, in all manners of the word. "Careful," Van warned, "to not scare him with your insanity." At this, Oso merely grinned over his shoulder, a manic look entering his wide robin's egg blue eyes. "Awww, but they're soooo cute when they

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're pissing themselves!" A giggle bubbled from his throat and he spun in a full circle before pointing his gun at the shop's door, pretending to shoot the glass out of the frame before he knocked twice, and turned the handle. "Yoooo!!!" @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Thin clouds of strange red smoke curled through the air of the small shop. There was almost no natural light in the shop, only the light that fell through the packed glass window of the shop's front. Inside the antique shop, every small space seemed to be filled with small curiosities and all sorts of antiques. More peculiar was the fact that everywhere one's gaze could fell on, poppie flowers seemed to be anywhere. Be it in small vases, whole bouquets, dried and hung up or even hung from the ceiling. They were everywhere. "We are closed at the moment!" a voice called from the back as the ring of a small bell announced the door of the shop opening. It only took a small moment until steps were heard only for a familiar face to peak around the corner from the doorframe to the open back. "Oh~ who do we have here~" A lazy sharp fanged grin formed on Vi's lips as he recognized that little splat of pink immediately. He knew exactly who Oso was, and that it was only a matter of time until they would cross paths again. "Looks like someone came to find me afterall." Vi leaned against the counter with a crooked grin. In the other hand that was not resting on the counter flat, was an ancient Japanese long pipe, the red smoke circling from the little pot on the end of the pipe. The smell of it all was strange, sickening sweet in the first moment before reaching into something more deep and complex that could make the back of your throat suddenly dry. But Vi didn't seem to bother and just waited for his clients to ask whT they wanted, or rather those Two babysitters of this little maniac... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

The sound of a voice that he thought he recognized raised from the back room and that’s when Oso blinked, having seen the face that poked around the edge of the furthest doorframe. His look of surprise soon lifted into the most excited smile and he squealed with delight as the other male’s own smile touched the corners of his lips. Shifting from foot to foot in place, Oso forgot he was holding a weapon, and he stepped into the shop, ignoring all the beautiful yet eerie bodies of dried flowers lining the walls and ceiling. “OSO!” Van growled, speed walking in after him. “If you fucking kill that man, I’ll string the trees with your intestines!” But killing was the last thing on his mind right now, which was strange for Os. Vivi leaned against the counter separating them, speaking again as the pastel haired killer sped towards him, crashing into the same counter, his momentum catching him in the gut as he placed his gun on the table top and leaned in as well. “Viviiii~” He purred. “It’s you, it’s you!” He giggled uncontrollably, his hair falling into his eyes as he leaned in further, tilting his head slightly as he rested on that countertop. “I assume you two have met… though I can’t imagine where…” Erik groaned, rubbing the back of his neck as if he’d been given whiplash from just how fast he and Van had moved in order to make sure their team lead was not going to go, guns blazing, like a bull in a china shop. Oso’s eyes closed happily and he hummed as he turned back, leaving only one arm on the counter as he twisted his body. “This is the guy I told Bossy about! The one who flirted with me.” By the look on both the men’s faces, anyone would be able to tell that they were immediately on guard. Anyone who engaged positively, let alone flirted with this man they were in charge of… was just as dangerous as their bitch on a chain himself. “It’s great that you’ve found your long lost lover, Os, but we’re here on business.” Erik snapped before

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he cautiously looked around, the smell and vibes of the shop putting him on edge. Meanwhile, Oso turned back to the man he’d spoken to only once, His eyes were wild with unashamed desire, and he cupped his face in both his hands, leaning back, blushing. “To think that Bossy would send us here, of all places….” He snapped back to attention, excitedly smiling that cheshire cat grin, looking the man up and down hurriedly but still with admiration. “Hey, hey, you wanna play now that I’ve found youuu?” Behind him, Van sighed. “Oso, we’re not here to play, Erik is right.” This earned him a glare from the man he had addressed, as well as the swift raise of his bubblegum pink gun decorated with hello kitty stickers. He held up his hands immediately in genuine surrender, faltering in the step that he’d taken towards the two. He stopped just short of the door’s entrance, stepping back a little. “Easy, I’m not saying you can’t….” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Vi watched with his lazy grin how Oso stormed in front of his counter, partly amused by the reaction of his two babysitters for a moment before he looked back at Oso. His sheer childlike excitement, watching him swoon with those crystal blue eyes filled with desire. Even more amusing to watch were those two men watching both of them alert at how seemingly calm and easy going Vi was interacting with Oso. They were definitely on edge. Vi was about to add something to that sweet awaited offer, but before he could respond, his emerald eyes flicked back to Van and Erik, watching them raise their hands when Oso cocked his weapon at them. With a small sigh, the man took a small pull of his pipe, inhaling the small cloud of red smoke into the air around them. "As pretty as your weapon is, I do not allow them to be drawn in my shop. Don't want any holes in my walls, or worse, in my products~" He gave Oso a small fanged grin as he made it clear that he didn't care that this man was pointing his gun at Two living people but was instead more worried about his shop. When Oso did not immediately put his pastel pink gun down, Vi sighed before taking another pull of his pipe. This time he exhaled a bigger red cloud, blowing it this time more towards Oso where it wrapped around his head, intentionally forcing him to breathe some of it in. "Put it down. Now." Vi ordered with a bit more stern voice, eyes blood shot red behind his round red glasses as the command would appear more appealing, more irresistible towards Oso. "We can play once your Two babysitters have told me what they want and what they can offer in exchange for it." The man added with a small cackle after, leaning against the counter and waiting for his smoke to do the work. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Behind the counter, Vivi drew in an inhale from that gorgeous Japanese slim long pipe that he had been holding and despite his words, the firearm did not lower. Tendrils of…red smoke reached his frame and the man sniffed slightly. He did not, however, turn his head. The gang member didn’t give a damn about fucking up a shop like this. Or any other kind of shop, for that matter. The gummy bears glinted in the low light and then, the strangest thing occurred. Oso was surrounded by that same red smoke yet again. This time, it wasn’t just the ghost of a scent that infiltrated his senses. He inhaled slightly and almost instantly felt his senses begin to slip. His gun lowered ever so slowly and only a few inches before that dangerously sweet voice surrounded him yet again. Oso turned his attention back to the other male from over his shoulder, spying the fangs he adored so much, and he all but forgot the men whom he had threatened. But that wasn’t even the half of it. The space he was in, lined with drying flowers and cluttered with all sorts of shit, took a whirl for a minute. Oso stepped back, bumping into the counter with a thud, surprising himself. For a moment, the killer was gone, replaced with an innocent who couldn’t stabilize himself without a hand on the counter. Then, his smile came hurtling back and he closed his eyes, breathing in even deeper. Van and Erik watched closely, cautiously, as their team lead moved his head as if to shake away whatever haze he was under, and then the taller of the two, Erik, spoke up. “We’re here for information—” he began, then continued after giving Oso a quick look over, the gun down on the counter, his fingers twitching slightly and his neck tilted back, eyes closed. “We’ve been having some trouble with rats. The kind that chew through two walls at once, then sell that information to the highest bidder. In our case—the cops.” Beside him, Van nodded, looking to the man behind Oso with caution. He wasn’t

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about to get closer, though both men’s hands had lowered back to their sides. “We suspect we have an undercover pig in our midst, as well, considering how many of our drug runs have been intercepted.” With their intent stated, Van now spoke up yet again, looking to Erik briefly. Ignoring the way Oso’s eyes had seemed to refocus, his head shaking yet again like a damn dog who was being annoyed by a fly, he continued. “We’ve got money, but you’re on our terf, so we can offer something better.” “Immunity.” Erik chimed in. “And protection, to an extent.” Oso smirked, licking his lips as if to taste the last of the smoke that had been left in the air, and he spun around, swaying still. The effects that had hit him full on were gone, but he had enough sense to realize that it was whatever that male was smoking that had turned his world into a carousel. His azul gaze swept the other up and down, raking along his silhouette. And damn, he grinned. He drew his second gun and placed it next to the first, it’s charms swinging over the edge of the counter as he observed the other, quietly.

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Vi watched in satisfaction how Oso was loosing himself to the smoke of his pipe. The man watched amused as Oso had to take hold of the counter to keep himself steady. But instead of going out of the smoke, Vi watched with raised eyebrow and another small giggle how Oso only leaned his head back to take in more of that sweet smoke and his rush. Of course, these men wanted insider informed. Rats were a problem for gangs like such, but even Vi had his eyes and ears everywhere to figure even the tiniest details out. With the usual request came the ususal offerings: Money and protection. Both were oh so boring things. With a small sigh, Vi pushed himself off the counter to stand straight, pipe spinning elegantly between his long slick fingers. "I dont need those things. I get money and protection from other clients that have a much wider and powerful radius than your organization. Come on guys! I'm sure you can offer me something better~" He gave the men another fanged grin, watching their faces drop as ususal which made the man cackle in amusement for a bit. When they hadn't seemed to figure what it was that Vi really wanted he only rolled his eyes with a scoff. "Gems, gold, trinkets, ornaments, art! Bring me something for my shop or even my personal collection that peaks my interest." He waved his arms in the air and gesturing around his shop with ringed fingers while he talked before taking another pull of the pipe. "Then the information you guys are looking for is yours~" Vi gave the two men and Oso a sweet grin after exhaling the smoke once again around him, waiting for what these two men had to say... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

The small giggle that escaped the other’s lips… Oso returned the gesture with his own lopsided grin, cranking his neck and leaning in towards the other. Erik watched with careful eyes as his team lead placed both his ridiculous guns on the counter, and he cocked an eyebrow, surprised. When Olivier spoke again, he frowned, as did Van. What in the world did this guy want? Oso, meanwhile, seemed to have shaken himself out of whatever trance he was in, and he tapped his black painted fingernails on the counter, eyes wild and wide with insanity. “You want a collar, then, cutieee?” He grinned, those hands getting dangerously close to his weapons again, listening as Vivi spoke up, this time requesting something of them that he and the other two hadn’t expected. What was this guy getting at? With a quick sweeping glance around, he observed all the knick knacks that he had previously ignored. Verging on coining the term ‘hoarder’ for his own, Vivi had… unique items all over the shop. With another exhale, the smoke erupted around Oso, who had half the mind to take that pipe and snap it completely in half. With a jerk, he grabbed his guns, stuffed them into their pastel holsters on his hips. Currently clad in fishnets and black booty shorts, as well as a crop top that barely touched his navel… Oso looked half stripper, half fashion icon with the fluffy pink jacket that he’d donned earlier in the day. His gaze swept over the man’s rings, and he inhaled deep in response. “What are you—a crow?” Van inquired, snickering. But Erik shot him a look, and he shut up real quick before speaking up, looking back to the red rimmed glasses that the smoker was wearing. This guy… he seemed to be just as, if not more, dangerous than the man who was currently leaning against his counter, smiling toothily. “Done.” The statement came without question. “Oso is the best in determining quality of items. He can easily bring you whatever you’re interested in, while we suppl

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ement that with the aforementioned protection and money.”

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

As usual, watching the puzzled exchange of looks between Van and Erik was something that made Vi's fanged grin only grow wider. Oso's words brought the man's attention back to that pastel pink psycho. "That would be a good start~" Vi purred in response, taking a quick small pull of his pipe and exhaling a trail of red smoke towards Oso that curled around his neck like a red snake before dissapearing again. The babysitters words were those to be expected. Vi's request was odd and quite unusual. But for that, all his information was legit and undoubtedly trustworthy. "Then we have a deal~" Vi gave the Two a friendly smile as he straightened his back. "Unfortunately though, since you guys have nothing interesting for me at hand, I'm afraid I won't be able to give you the information you came for tonight." He tipped his head to the side while talking, balancing that pipe on one finger before his emerald eyes flicked back to the two with another sugary sweet smile. "How about you try your luck another time then hmm~?" His smile widened to a small grin with a light waving gesture of his hand before it translated into a small almost mad cackle. Vi truly enjoyed his quite risky job and was obviously mad enough to go through with it. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Vivi took another draw from his pipe, those cursed lips sucking at the end… Oso felt his dick jump in excitement right before another ghostly touch of smoke curled around his silhouette. He grinned as it approached him, licking his lips yet again in anticipation as the tendrils of red finally reached him. Oso had never done drugs. In his past life, which he no longer associated himself with, he had been a remarkable student. Straight, perfect marks, with absolutely no criminal record to speak of. Drugs were beyond his desire. But only the latter had lasted into his adult years. To say that he was easily affected by the effects of whatever the fuck was inside that pipe would be an understatement for sure. His pale blue eyes closed, but not before his heart rate increased and they rolled back slightly. The way it made him feel… the way the room only spun faster and faster as he inhaled deep… it made him feel… good. Erik and Van exchanged another glance at one another when Olivier turned them down—somewhat. Promising information in the future should they, or Oso, bring him the little trinkets and knick knacks of which he spoke, Olivier’s message now was clear as the look of ecstasy on their team leads face. GET OUT. Accompanied by the sound of a manic painted laugh, the wave of his hand was enough to get them to begin to turn around. Try again another day. But Oso…oh, darling Oso. He did not move an inch. Lowering his head to rest on his forearms, which were crossed across the top of the counter separating him from Vi, he spoke up. It was obvious he was still feeling the effects of whatever the man was smoking. “Viviii~” he purred, arching his spine in a single, sensual, flowing movement. He lifted a single black platform boot and tapped his toe against the carpet beneath him. “You’re going to make me wait??? That’s fucking ruuude.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Vi watched the Two men guve each other one last look before they went along to leave the shop. Now there were only him and his little pink freak. He seemed so giddy, blue eyes gleaming with desire for more. "Wait? I'm making you wait for what?" Vi tilted his head playfully as he proped his pipe between his fingers. Emerald eyes watched the man from behind the counter enjoying themselves in his smoke, an unusual reaction for someone who should be terrified by now. With a sweet grin Vi lowered himself lower towards Oso, his pipe reaching foward, the light sharp edge of the small bowl at the end scraping over his skin as he pulled it along. "Come on. You need to tell me what you want, Oso~" Vi's words were spoken with deep voice, low and seductive as the pipe stopped just beneath Oso's chin, forcing him to look up at the man himself who was clearly enjoying this game. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Van and Erik wasted no time in getting the hell out of dodge, leaving the shop with only a single glance back to their team leader over one of their shoulder’s. When the door had shut entirely, and the duet had disappeared into the night, not caring to wait for Oso… that’s when Olivier spoke up O was already staring at the other through half-lidded eyes. A smile tugged at the corners of his lips, albeit a bit tiredly. The question made the man with the fishnets shift, tilting his head to rest his cheek on his arm this time. Did he really have to say it? Did he seriously have to remind the other of his offer from the coffee shop? Inhaling again, he closed his eyes slowly before they snapped open and a glare was shot at the other male. That’s when Vivi grinned, his teeth catching Oso’s Atlantic eyes. He stared, unashamedly, at those canines, imagining just how they might feel when digging into soft, bruised flesh… A shiver ran down his spine and he stuck out his tongue as the pipe touched his skin, forcing his gaze up as lyrics reached the ever closing space between them. With feline grace, he hoisted himself up onto the counter separating the two of them, swung his legs around so that he was facing the owner once again, and he lashed out, snatching Vi’s chin in his slim hand. His head cocked to the side at a dangerous angle. “I want to make you into a work of arttt!” He laughed, turning the man’s face to a different angle before trailing his painted black fingernails down to his throat, eyes following the movement. “I bet you look absolutely stunning when you’re feeling reaaaally good~” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Vi could already tell that Oso was someone very peculiar. And one incredibly horny individual at that. Just one light flirt from before made him determined to fuck Vi himself. How cute. That little ahego face with that small purr made him even look cuter. Now even Vi was slowly feeling getting turned on from this interactions. With Oso already looking sluggish and far too gone, he did not expect those quick movements that made him back up a bit with a small look of surprise in his widened eyes. At first he couldn't even fight that swift touch of Oso, how his neck was tilted two times. Vi looked mostly a bit baffled at first, but once he heard those words, that mischevous grin returned to his lips once more. One of his hands came up to wrap around Oso's wrist, slowly sliding its way up the man's arm more and more. "I'm sure you'd look even more like a pretty slut if you're tied up alll nice and tight~" Vi grinned as his hand now had wandered its way all back to the human's back of the neck, sharp fingernails teasingly scraping over those short hairs. "Afterall, my house, my rules~" with that purr Vi's hand slid along Oso's jawline so that he was now the one holding the man in his grasp and leaning even more in for just a moment until he pulled away, that devious grin remaining. With a small wave over his shoulder he turned around now, as he began to walk towards the open doorframe to the back. "Come along now, if you want to feel real good~" Vi gave him a small wink before he disappeared behind the frame. The Two went up a set of wounded stairs in the back of that smaller room, guiding them to another door that behind revealed a small hallway of an apartment.

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"This way." Vi guided Oso along the small hall, carefully not to knock over the vases filled with poppies or anything else that filled the small space before they stopped in front of one door. Vi stepped inside, revealing a normal sized but cramped bedroom. The bed across from them was nice and large, but the room itself was chaos, almost like an extention of his shop. "Please. Take a seat~" Vi instructed and pointed towards the bed with his pipe before he went over to a large closet, rummaging for a short second before he closed the door again to return with a blindfold and a long red rope. For now, Vi put them on a table aside and instead approached Oso again. "So, where to start with you..." He mused as he slipped into Oso's lap, straddling him with his knees on the sides of his legs. While still holding his pipe further away from the Two, Vi's hand came forward to take Oso's chin. "How about you give me a taste of those first..." His tongue slid over those lips of that devious smile after he whispered those words so sultry into Oso's ear. His voice was filled with seduction, a small drag that made it almost sound a bit hoarse. Vi was undeniably sexy, and definitely as horny as his newest little victim. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Having grabbed the others’ chin, Oso was rewarded with a look of surprise on the man’s face that currently rested in his grip. Steadying himself with his free hand on the counter, he tried not to look (or feel for that matter) sick to his stomach at the abruptness of his movements. He tilted his head further, a drugged smile still lifting the corners of his oh-so-cute mouth. Then, Vivi got a hold of himself and the widened look in his eyes vanished. A grin came back to the others facial features and O felt his own widen. His skin, still chilled from being out in the night air, was warmed by the touch of his counterpart’s as digits laced their way from his bangled wrist and slid up the length of his arm. When fingertips danced their way to the back of his neck, toying with the baby curls of his dyed hair, he shivered. The words were exactly what he wanted to hear. “Oooh~ You think I’m pretty? “ Sliding a hungry, dazed, gaze down the man’s sternum to his crotch, then back up again, ever so slowly, Oso licked his lips and dropped his hand. “How adorableee.” Having responded only after Olivier had finished his statement of his house, his rules, the fairy kei clad male leaned into the secondary touch on his jawline. Exhaling shakily, he swayed slightly and closed his eyes. Was it a mistake? The room spun for a moment. But instead of feeling sick to his stomach, Oso merely swallowed, his grin still plastered onto his stupid face. The touch of the shop’s owner vanished and he opened his eyes just in time to see him begin to walk away, turning to move behind the entrance into another room. The same one that he had peeked out of when he and his men had first entered. He was beckoned with a hand, and with delightfully enticing words, and he jumped to the ground, the charms on his candy pink guns swinging as he followed suit. He did a small twirl, eyes catching on the closed door and noting the absence of his men, before he giggled and skipped to follo

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w after the one who had called to him. As if he were being led by a ghost, he was beckoned once again. Ignoring the knick-knacks that they passed on through the significantly smaller area to a staircase, Oso hungrily ate up the silhouette of the man in front of him, watching the way his hips moved, the curve in his spine, the way his frame seemed to double every so often thanks to the smoke. The way the dim light, which caught on treasures that he had no interest in, nor any intention of taking a closer look at, did little to light the way. And frankly, he was still feeling the effects of whatever the fuck had been in the pipe.

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Expectations often led to disappointment so Oso had found himself, in the past few years that he’d been involved in the dark underground world of gangs and clans, getting into the habit of never having any. His curiosity peaked when a bedroom came into view (though he couldn’t quite recall if they had even passed through another doorframe or not). Vivi spoke up again, and Oso bounded into the room, surprisingly mindful of his surroundings despite the way he hopped around, and fluidly slid to a seated position on top of the mattress. Leaning back on his arms, he absentmindedly watched as Vi made his way to another part of the room, a closet, and sorted through a few things before he turned and closed the distance between them once again. Oso’s pale blue eyes caught the red rope first, and then the blindfold, and he grinned toothily. Ooooh, this was going to be sooo good. He couldn’t remember the last time that someone had willingly taken control of a sex related situation. Much less been so obliging as to engage with him in arT. Vivi slid onto his lap, and he manuevered himself so that he was sitting straighter, more level for the other so neither of them would fall. Before he could speak in response to the question that hadn’t really been a question, Vi spoke again, eyes flickering to his lips. Oh? He wanted a taste? Oso felt goosebumps roll down the back of his neck and he slid a hand to Vi’s left thigh, tilting his head. Already half hard, he didn’t seem to care that the other male would be able to feel him where their bodies met. Without closing his eyes, he stuck out his tongue to meet Vivi’s after his had swept over his lips lightly. Then, without warning, he reached forward with his free hand and snatched at the other’s neck, pulling him forward further before biting down on the bottom lip of the other’s mouth. His teeth had dragged hard enough to break the skin as he pulled back, inhaling deeply. Sucking on it, Oso then leaned back, his e

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yes alight as left his tongue hanging out of his mouth before speaking words of his own. “Tell meeee, Vivi~” he coaxed, hand tightening around the other’s neck, hard to enough to constrict the airflow. “Are you going to make me into a work of art?”

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The taste that Vi received after Oso closed that gap was even better than he had imagined. Oso's lips were as sweet as candy like his bubbly appearance suggested, but also deep, passionate, craving. Vi only pulled the man's head closer by the neck in response as his head was pressed against those lips. The man shifted with a small groan in his lap, one hand always paying attention to stay a bit away from both of them as Vi's hips grinded against him to their rhythm. What came unexpected inbetween those passionate attempts to taste was that sudden cutting jolt of pain in his lip. Vi winced, translating into a low moan as he tasted his own blood. Oh this was so good. This feeling of Oso's hand tightening around his throat, lightly cutting off the airflow. Oh it was delicious. Vi's lips pulled into an almost mad grin as he heard those sweet words. A low chuckle shook his chest as his own hand suddenly tightened in Oso's hair. Without another warning, Vi yanked his head back, the grip around his throat automatically loosening so that he could bow forward to let his soft lips brush over that soft exposed skin of the man's throat. He even let one of his canines scrap over it before those lips moved up to Oso's ear. "You will be my masterpiece." Vi grinned as those words dripped with seduction. Red smoke curled around the two once more as the man took another drag of his pipe, inhaling most of it before passing the crimson haze closely for Oso to breathe in. "Now, be a good little slut and strip for me." @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso allowed his tongue to flick out, the piercing sliding against Vivi’s flesh as he narrowed his eyes, never losing sight of what was in front of him the entire time. He huffed and giggled like a little girl as he was pulled forward in response, the kiss deepening. Oso could feel his dick harden, and he tilted his head, which was spinning like a top from the effects of the smoke, and smirked when Vivi let out the most adorable little moan as Os bit down on his lip, drawing blood. When he pulled back and asked his inquiry, he watched as his current playmate’s face was pulled into a grin at both ends of his mouth. His heart beat skipped and the pink haired man felt his own lips twitch into a smirk. The hand in his hair tightened and the Lolita was yanked so hard backwards that he moaned, actually moaned. Lips that belonged to the man with the red-rimmed glasses suddenly were pressed to his larynx and…. Oh man. Did his dick suddenly hurt, or what? The sharp pinch of a canine being dragged along his throat… Oso swallowed, only further pressing the tooth to his adam’s apple. Just then, the man spoke, his voice like ambrosia to the twink. Suddenly, another bout of red smoke curled around his frame and Oso breathed it in, high immediately. Now, be a good little slut, and strip for me. “With pleasureee~” he purred in response, eyes closing into a half lidded look as he shoved the man off of him, giggles bubbling out of his throat before he crossed his arms and raised his shirt up and over his head, earrings swaying in the same motion as his torso did while doing so. His nipples were already erect, and after tossing the shirt behind him, he laughed and then lifted a leg, pushing his laced up knee high boots towards Vivi’s frame. The low light caught the piercings on his navel and his nipples, and with him breathing the way he was… well… he could barely get the next words out. “Be a doll and take off the shoes? I’m afraid I’ll fall over…” A wry smi

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le tugged at the corners of his mouth and he reached forward to draw the owner of the shop back in with painted nails sliding along his jawline. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Oso's reaction was just what Vi wanted to hear and what to be expected. The man was with ease up on his feet, waiting. He could already tell that this man was already a slut for him. The full rest of his revealed body looked quite enticing. Sweet rosy nips over his flat white chest pierced. Those earrings dangling in the dim light of the room. Vi became quickly aware of the fact that Oso was in desperate need of some discipline from the way he offered his boot. Was this man not ever not in control? Still with a small grin, he let himself draw a bit more in again by those tempting fingers along his jawline. But before Vi let himself be pulled in further, he stopped, giving Oso a mischevous fanged grin along with a simple word: "No." One of his hands latched onto the left of Oso's wrists, the other reaching around to grab him by the back of his neck. Oso would even be able to feel the man's pipe which was placed strategically between his index and middlefinger, pressed to remain their position while still having a tight hold as Vi pulled Oso just a bit closer to himself. "I told you to strip. So go on. All of it." His voice was like sweet honey, sending down a shiver Oso's back. "Strip. For. Me. Now." After that, Vi straightened his back again, watching as he took another pull of his pipe. "After that, lay down. Arms over your head." He spoke his sultry instructions, waiting for Oso to follow the commands of a much stricter hand. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 (edited)

With the small grin that teased the shop owner's lips, Oso allowed his own to slid lazily to his mouth. His chest heaved as Vivi drew in close, and he licked his lips slowly, teasingly, before the other male announced, 'no' as his answer to Oso's request to take off his boots. He hiccupped back a gasp as a hand flew out and latched onto his wrist, the other snaking to the back of his neck. He moaned as he was pulled forward, the sound audible, crystal clear for Vivi to take as he would. When Vi's words licked at the atmosphere, the closing space between them, Oso grinned like the devil and flicked out his pierced tongue, gnashing his teeth threateningly after doing so, listening to his words at the same time. The edges were blurred in every way by the smoke that had slid to his lungs earlier, and Oso swayed happily backwards, kicking off a boot and then raising his leg seductively to remove the second. "Fiiiiine--- a man who knows what he wants?" He giggled and then stood up, unzipping his shorts before slowly lowering them. He wore nothing but the fishnets underneath, and when his short frame straightened again after slowly, achingly slow, taking those off as well, he brushed a stray strand of hair out of his dilated robin's egg blue eyes and smirked. Then, he circled the other, refusing to do exactly as he was told right away. Ringed hands slid around the taller man's thigh, his tattooed body brushing against the other before he raised a hand to his chin and drew Vivi towards his lips with a smirk. When they were just close enough to touch, he allowed a giggle to burst out of his mouth, and he gripped the man's crotch, thumbing over it to see if he were just as excited as Oso's body claimed him to already be. Then, his touch was gone, and he backed away, never once exposing his spine to the other. Not out of fear, but out of the desire to tempt. To invite him to engage with the slut. He sat back down, piercings and nude body on full display as h

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e lowered himself to the sheets, reached up over his head to put his hands next to the bedpost, and then spread his legs, bending them slightly to accentuate his feminine curves. He swallowed, then waited patiently, eyes never leaving Vivi's frame. Once Vivi was near enough to him, the male would lift a leg to stroke his ankle along the other's body. But for now, he laid there, bare and exposed. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

As instructed did Oso remove his boot along with the rest of his clothes. Vi watched with an amused and hungry grin, giving a glimpse at his sharpened teeth until Oso stood up again. Now he was completely exposed, a beautiful body covered in tattoos and even several piercings in his dick. This was going to be fun. Vi knew that Oso was playing games, letting him wander around him and draw him in by the chin for just a moment. They were close and Vi had expected for a kiss to follow, but instead he felt that hand grab onto his throbbing erection. He couldn't hold back a small gasp when Oso felt his own burning desire before he finally dropped back on the bed to serve his body to the man like the slut he was. Nails scraped over Oso's thighs as Vi put his pipe aside for now, letting his hands glide up those curves until those hands pulled the man in once again for another kiss. After a moment of their tongues dancing with each other, Vi pulled back again, nails teasingly scraping over Oso's chest again as he bend over to grab that blindfold off tge table. "Hold still now." Vi grinned as he put the blindfold over Oso's eyes, allowing him not to see or predict what he would do next. Next Vi reached back over to get himself a coil of red ropes. "Turn around." Vi ordered, snatching those wrists and putting them on Oso's back before binding them together. "Sit up." Vi ordered Oso to move again. Once he had sat up, he moved closer, reaching around from the back to place those ropes on the front in place. His own breath teasingly skimmed Oso's neck, especially when he tied some of the knots extra tight. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

As nails slid over Oso’s bared, tattooed flesh, the most michevious of smiles slid to lift the corners of his mouth. The pipe was discarded for the time being… And the pink haired slut of a man gladly parted his lips to allow Vivi entrance to his mouth, but not until after he felt those roaming fingers ghost over his slim frame. No, Oso did not shut his eyes, however. He merely narrowed them with that damned smirk on his face lighting up like a spark. A curved hand slid to his chest, and he arched his spine, a soft moan breaking free from his mouth. Now, he did close his eyes, only reopening them when Vivi’s words stirred him from relaxing into the high that he’d been graced with. Spotting the blindfold, the male turned his pale blue beautiful eyes back to those rimmed with red glass, and he leaned forward obediently, the softest of blushes painting across his pale cheeks. Then, he chuckled breathily, adjusting himself on the bed as the man he was playing this naughty game with for the night spoke again. Another command. Oh how Oso loved those. His pierced dick hardened ever the more slightly and, not knowing if Vivi saw it catch the low light as it twitched, he turned to his side, then to lay on his abdomen. Gasping when his tattooed hands were taken and bound together by what he could only guess was rope, he turned his head, panting lightly. Another command, this time telling him to sit up. Like a goddamn puppet being stringed, he felt the ropes criss cross across his flesh, biting into it with a pressure that some might find to be uncomfortable… but Oso… it was more than comfortable. It was.. desirable. Sexually stimulating. He whimpered approvingly when those ropes were tied into expert knots, bound tight against the neon decorations on his flesh. The hot, soft, breath that whispered along his throat… the jerk of a knot being tied and Oso’s eyes rolled into the back of his head. He didn’t dare move, and he was an obedient little bitch

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for Vivi. Whatever he wanted him to do, he would gladly do it. Following the sound and feeling of the other man’s breath, Oso turned his head blindly, mouth parted slightly, the drugged, lazy, smile turning up his lips. “Hehee~ I’m soooo exciteddd…” he stuck out his tongue briefly and tilted his head, seated on the soft sheets, his breathing causing the rope to tighten across his chest and along his wrists. Oh god… he wanted to be touched. Soooo fucking bad. Another knot was tied, this time a little too tight for comfort, and Oso’s damned pierced cock twitched again. At the same time, he moaned softly, having been turned on by the thought of being fucked with no way to escape from his counterpart, straining against such ropes. “Ungghh…” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With every sound that passed Oso's lips, Vi found himself progressively more turned on by this erotic display. He continued with his work while listening to that symphony of pleasure, tying several knots up his arms almost all the way up to the shoulder with some of the roped going over Oso's chest. Vi used two other lower ropes to tie the man's lower legs to his thigh, keeping him from running away or kicking him while doing his work. "Mmm beautiful~" Vi purred with a smooth grin on his lips, admiring that erotic view of the tied up man before going back to the closet for another thing. A few moments later he returned, a small thud indicating that he'd put down a box besides the bed before the man leaned over on the bed again to reach Oso's front. With one hand gliding over that rock hard nipple for just a moment,.Vi quickly moved it away as he leaned in close to Oso's ear. "Open your mouth." His breath tickled the man's ear as he reached around with both arms this time. The feel of that hard sphere pressing against Oso's teeth was a surprising and unannounced sensation for the man, but Vi had no problem fixing the ball gag properly in that sweet mouth and on the back of his head. "Beautiful." Vi purred in content, seeing Oso all tied up, gagged and now blindfolded on his bed before standing back up from the bed and giving Oso a last push so he would fall over into the blanket. Now exposing that sexy ass, Vi would take all the time to have fun with his new little toy. This time when he reached into the box Vi pulled out a three small toys around the size and thickness of a finger. Along with a tube of lube Vi positioned himself in front of the bed again, Oso's ass perfectly in reach still as he squirted some of the cold gel between those spreaded cheeks. After that he took one of those first toys, coating it a bit in some of the access lube before slowly beginning to insert. Once the toy was further in.

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"That's it. Let yourself loosen up." Vi began to twist and turn the toy a bit around, listening to those sweet moans for a bit longer til the second toy came to push inside. With only one skilled hand, Vi was already able to send the man into heaven. His body was more than proof enough. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso's blindfolded eyes moved back forward again, the maniacal look of lust noticeable even though his eyes could not be seen. The little monster tried to move then, gasping when the ropes were slung over his lower legs and quickly, expertly, knotted with precision. His chest heaved, and the skin there loosed itself of color before he exhaled again and a soft red line began to extend across his torso where that rope lay against. Mmmm beautiful~ Oso twisted his head and flexed his fingers, testing just how far he could tilt his wrists. Which... wasn't very far. An excited sound erupted from his throat and he smiled in the direction of which the voice had come from. "I'm sure YOU would have been more exquisite covered in bruises--" he smirked, tilting his head as if he could see the other still. Those expert hands.... they disappered as soon as the last knot had been fastened, and Oso exhaled long and hard, listening as he waited for them to return. When they did, he jolted, a smile lifting his lips immediately at the touch, and he arched his back, allowing his chest to press into the other man's hand. The sound of the other's voice in his ear made his head twist and he snapped his teeth once, a warning, then lunged with the bubbliest giggle he'd let loose yet. His head was still spinning, and the movement to bite the other was clumsy, so it would not land, but if it was close... Oso would stick out his tongue and open his mouth obediently. When the ball gag was fixed where it would stay and deny him the ability to bite or use his tongue.... he felt a little less... thrilled. And that was the first second that he realized that he was being made absolutly powerles... And that? THRILLED him to no end. He moaned slightly when his dick jumped yet again at Vivi's voice. His fingers twitched and he flipped the other off as best he could, a gagged smile slipping drool from the side of his mouth, a side effect of having his mouth propped open with the

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gag. Moments later, he was pushed forward onto the blanketed sheets. He could still open or close his legs, so he did, whimpering behind the ball as he heard the sound of Vivi rustling through wherever he was getting his things from. Cold, slick, gel slid down his ass, and he squirmed, his ass tightening slightly in response to it's texture. Silence-- then... something tilted against his entrance before pressing inside slowly. Oso's back arched and he lifted his chin, twisting his head to the side just as his hardened dick pressed against his abdomen. The metal on his piercings was cold as well, and his heart rate quickened, his body twitching in response to the toy. "Ggnnnnsnnnn~" he moaned, just as the second toy slid alongside the first. But Oso was no virgin. He was tight, but not untrained. His ass practically swallowed up those toys and he jerked before he found that he could rock his hips so that he could move them in and out of himself just with his own movements. Those gagged moans were loud, but muffled by the soft ball. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

As expected for Vi, Oso was obviously no virgin and already rather enjoying himself given those loud muffled moans paired with those greedy hip movements. It amused Vi to see him like this, already turning into a drooling mess from the warm-up. Once it had been enough and when Oso's thrusts became too intense, a singular stronger thrust would follow to act against those movements before he pulled the two small toys out. "Look at you." Vi purred as he bowed over the man to whisper in his ear. "Such a naughty slut already loosing it at the warm-up." His hand moved below Oso's stomach, two fingers caressing his abdomen before another one flicked over his piercing. His touch grazed down over the other piercings slowly before he placed a small silicone cock ring at the base of the man's already diamond hard member." "There. This will let you make less of a mess here." Vi grinned, his hand now wandering over to give Oso's ass cheek a bit of a teasing queeze, spreading those cheeks to inspect his work. For a moment Vi moved away again, a small hum to be heard in the background as he seemed to prepare something. When he returned the first thing that Oso was greeted with was another squirt of cold lube dripping down his cheeks before Vi bowed back over him. "Let's have some real fun~" the breath of his sultry whisper teasingly brushed against Oso's neck before something began to push in from behind. Vi had picked out one of his larger sized dildo's from his pleasure box, to make sure to get Oso nice drunk on pleasure. "Mmm that's it. You take it all so well. You are such a dirty slut." Vi mused as he watched and listened how Oso took it all. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Rocking his hips was easy. Oso soon found a rhythm that had his tattooed body writhing before Vivi’s own eyes. Beads of sweat gathered on his forehead and he gulped down spare saliva that had pooled in his mouth, still propped open with the gag, as it slid from his temple to his soft angular cheek bone and slipped down the line of his chin. Swallowing once… then twice, he whimpered again, though the curve of a cheshire grin still peeked from behind the tool between his lips. A single thrust from Vivi’s commanding hand made him jerk right before the popping, wet sound of the toys being removed from his entrance made him shiver with disappointment. As those toys were put away, his ass clenched and he panted, spreading his legs a little as his cock jumped, sweat beginning to gather on his back as well. The room was not cold—but the excitement… it was too much for the little pink haired Lolita mobster. His chest heaved against its restraints as his breathing hitched and he writhed subtly. God he loved it. More. He wanted fucking MOREEEEE. But he had been deprived of his ability to speak and be a cunt towards the fucker… so he turned his head and swallowed again, listening as Vivi spoke to him with a smooth voice that rivaled that of the silken sheets beneath his flesh. The whisper that caressed his ear made him smile more and he arched his back, knowing that it accentuated the curve of his ass still in the air, still opening and closing with the loss of the toys. He giggled, a muffled noise from behind that cursed thing in his mouth, and attempted to press his body into the touch of his counterpart as he trailed a hand to Oso’s abdomen, toying with his piercings. What a cute little thing to do—had he never played with a slut who had such things as these? His dick hardened even further, this time visibly to the male who had blindfolded the piece of shit. And just as it did… a small thing… what was it? Moments later, he knew, and he groaned, drool slidin

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g down the side of his mouth to the sheets beneath him. A cock ring.

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His ass was given a cute squeeze and Oso’s fists clenched, the muscles in his tattooed arms pressing into the red rope that currently held him, leaving him at Vi’s mercy. With the new toy literally cock blocking him, he groaned and twitched, shifting slightly with discomfort. But the fact that he was unable to do literally anything… the beginning of pre cum slipped from his pierced dick to the silicone ring. The twink swallowed again, breathing heavily. For a while then, nothing happened, and Oso waited, listening intently, trying to gage where the other man had gone… when suddenly cold lube smeared onto his ass again and Vivi’s voice returned. A blush crept to Oso’s features now, visible against the sheets and in stark contrast on his pale skin. The hair on the back of his neck stood up with anticipation as those vocal chords slid over them. Then, the feeling of something prodding his entrance once again made him shift. The tip of a dildo found his ass and pressed into it, spreading the entrance wide. Oso opened his eyes from under the blindfold and then, when the fucking toy slid further inside him, the silicone pressing against his insides until it was all the way in, he groaned. At first, he had a hard time adjusting. He hadn’t taken something so huge in a while. But monster dildo fuckers never really lost their edge. His walls tightened and loosened. Oso dug his short nails into the flesh of his palms, moaning loud and clear when the thing finally slipped fully inside him. Then, Vivi began his work. How Oso wanted that fucking thing he had in his mouth out just so he could stick out his tongue and pant easier. But no complaints came from the slut beneath Vi’s hand. Instead, his legs trembled as lube slipped in droves down his tatted thighs. So gooddddd….. SOOOooOOo gooooOOOODdddd! He moaned again, pressing against his restraints, his flesh rubbing raw where the rope was a little too tight. Beneath that cute little blindfold, Oso’s ey

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es crossed and rolled into the back of his head as he began to meet the strokes that Vivi offered to him, if any at all. More. MORE. MORE. The little fucker’s teeth bit into the gag and he chuckled deep in his throat as more saliva coated his chin and his cock pressed against its own restraints. It felt good. It was fun. For now.

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Every little reaction Vi received filled him with a great sense of control. Control over this man and his feelings. Pain, pleasure, all of it. He heard Oso's cries for more as his movements began slowly to move that dildo in and out a few times. With one extra thrust, Vi then pushed it all the way in, keeping it fixed with a finger as he bowed forward to watch Oso melt for a moment. With a grin forming on his lips he then reached out to pull the gag slowly away from his lips. "Are you enjoying yourself? Such a little slut~" Vi chuckled before his fingers snaked around to grab Oso's chin from below the side, none of his fingers in bite reach. "Who are you, Oso?" Vi whispered that question close, his tone low and seductive. The effect of his drugs should still be in effect, enhanced through all the pleasure Oso was feeling right now. Vi was certain that there were some good informations he could more or less fuck out of him. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

When Vivi thrust the monster cock inside Oso one last time, fixing it with a finger to hold it fully in, the pink haired Lolita couldn’t help but groan, his body convulsing with pleasure as he arched his spine and sucked it in. “M—mggggffff” his muffled moan wasn’t necessarily loud—but it gave exactly what was to be given. Just then, the gag was pulled from his mouth and he gasped for air, saliva following the ball as it was dragged from his mouth. “Aaaahhnnn~” he gratefully gave his thanks out loud. But the sound snapped from his lips when his chin was snatched, listening instead intently to the beautiful voice that caressed his ears, tilting his head ever so slightly. With the drugs in his system still, Oso could barely understand, let alone process, the question that was asked of him. Who are you, Oso? His body wobbled and his wrists fought against the ropes restraining them. “W-Who?~” He giggled, then turned his head ever so slightly towards the other male, licking his bubblegum pink lips that no doubt tasted of sugary candy by the way they had been covered with sparkly lip gloss earlier. “Mmmm! I—I’m…” he began slowly, then gasped for air, blushing visibly when that dildo inside him hit his g-spot. His eyes crossed under the blindfold and a bubbly laugh escaped his drooling mouth. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Vi was not surprised by the fact that Oso was taking his time to answer. Seeing the man so lost within the pleasure he was giving him, such a powerful being submitting himself to someone like Vi. Oh it was delicious. Instead of feeling anger, Vi felt something inside of him stirr. His own head was feeling oddly light. The smoke was taking it's toll, making him return that slow mischevous chuckle against Oso's outer ear. This was just too funny. Maybe he needed to make use of a different strategy... The thrusts inside Oso slowed more and more until they eventually came to a halt as Vi took his hand away to let his fingers caress over Oso's chest. Something within the room changed. The atmosphere was now not only flooded in the red smoke, but an indescribable aura. Something sweet, warm and comforting, ethereal, like a warm spring day. It felt almost as good as the red that Oso breathed in with every moan, every gasp. Slowly Vi moved closer to the man's ear again. "I asked you a question. Who are you, Oso?" his words were smooth and soft, comforting to urge with the delectable scent in the air to tell this man everything he wanted to know... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso whimpered, then began to move his hips a little, arching his back despite the restraints on his bodice. His black painted nails digging cresents into the palm of either of his tattooed hands. But, sooner than he would have liked, Vivi’s movements with the dildo slowed and left the pink haired sex addict wanting. When it ceased to move at all, Oso panted, the drool slipping to the silken sheets beneath his weight there, neon colored tattoos starkly contrasting against the deep wine red ropes ensnaring him. Those fingers that ghosted over his shivering chest skimmed the piercings there, then… the world turned sickeningly on its spine. But he couldn’t figure out why or how it had… Oso shivered with desire as Vivi’s lips slid beside his ear. He gasped for air, not realizing that he was doing so, smiling all the while—which he also didin’t realize he was doing unless he tried focusing all his thought on it. He giggled with delight, though the act was… sincere. Genuine. It held no slyness behind the way it pulled at his lips now. No desire. Just.. euphoria. “Haa—haha…” he rasped, and without his being aware of it, his lips parted and his fangs, disguised to be the same length as a humans, elongated without his permission or knowledge. “Mur-murderer. Serial killer. Stripper. Take your pick…” he panted out the responses, then giggled again and closed his eyes behind the fabric concealing them, leaning his entire body into Vivi’s touch. “A blood sucking sluuuuut~” He laughed at this, as if it were the funniest thing he’d ever said. The bubblegum sweet giggles that erupted from him were manic, but honest. Something was wrong. Something was definitely wrong. But what… what could possibly be wrong with this? He practically purred and rubbed like a cat to incur Vivi’s touch further. He was so…. Happy…. His heart stopped on a dime at this realization, even though the smile stayed stupidly on his face. Anxiety. His body was telling him that he

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was scared. Should be scared. But he didn’t know why. The same way he couldn’t remember why he was happy. He just.. was. “Wanna know whooooose little toy it is you’re playing with?” He snorted, giggling again. “The ‘Saviorrrrr’s.’” He laughed again. He’d been asked who he was… and he’d obeyed as if it were law that he had to answer truthfully. His lungs hurt as his laughter subsided and he twisted his head, his fangs showing as he panted with his mouth open, smiling up at the general location where the other male’s touch had come from. It felt soooo gooood…. But… he winced. But what? He couldn’t even give a damn with where he was right now… he couldn’t… didn’t want to…. But his nose wrinkled and he focused in on the movement. Sweet. Too sweet. Poison? Oso thought hard for more than a few moments, then sighed with comfort despite his growing panic in his chest. He swallowed, smiling like a fool despite it all. His ears sharp, listened to the sound as Vivi took all this in. “Why is it so hard to THINK, Viviiii.~” he whined, lashes fluttering against his cheeks under the cloth. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Everything went according to Vi's plan. That convenient quick on the spot plan thst he had not expecg to work at all. But here he was, that little slut completely sunken within euphoria, exposing that one detail that revealed his true and much more interesting nature. "I see~" Vi noted with a hint of amusement, hearing the vampire speak, completely taken in under the influence of his smoke combined with his own aura. But the next words he heard had already made the whole procedure worth the risk. The savior. Caius Salvatore, prophet and powerful leader of the vampire coven who calls itself "The Court of the Dammned". Vi's own recourse already had already suspected that Oso was one of his fledgelings, but hearing it from the vampire's own wicked lips only confirmed all of it. But for Vi, nothing changed in this moment. He could care less in this moment who this vampire's sire was from his power position wise. The only important thing now was to tickle or fuck as much information out of that pink haired twink as possible. He wouldn't be able to remember the next day anyway. Vi would make sure of it. "Interesting. Tell me more."A fingers slid up from Oso's chin, pulling up one of the upper lip sides to reveal those signature fangs of his blood sucking kind. Vi had made sure to tie each of these knots specially tight to prevent his new little client from escaping, especially one of such royal blood. The man knew exactly what a dangerous game he was playing, but the price he was gonna win was far more worth it. Oso's reaction to his own aura amused him.

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To anyone it should've been obvious by now that this man was holding his own special secret. "Can't you tell by now?" He chuckled, leaning himself against Oso's body and giving that little nipple piercing a small but hard flick. "Your senses should be drowning in it by now." lips brushed softly against Oso's delicate neck and soft skin with a low whisper. "This delightful smell of sweet temptation from the blood that belongs to my kind." There was only one kind of creature which blood was as satisfying to vampire's, as alluring and tempting as those from the creatures behind the veil, dancing through the forests at night, around mushroom circles. People have spun lots of myths around Fae and their mischevous doings, and Vi could tell that some of them were certainly true. "Tell me more about yourself. About you and your savior. About what happened before hmm." The Fae gave his piercing another teasing flick, a warm exhale rolling over Oso's neck to let more of his scent cloud his senses. His last whisper was low, a promise of desire for more of this sweet pleasure. "Be a good little slut for me and I will reward you with pleasure beyond your wildest imagination." (edited)

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@𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso’s fingers itched for the familiar touch of… of what… he strained against his shibari tied ropes and found, to his growing panic beneath the euphoria, that he was not able to break free. A swallow made his throat bob, and although the corners of his lips were tilted upwards, the haze in his mind was blocking out all thought… something was wrong. This was wrong. He would have felt slightly panicked, if not absolutely pissed, if he were not currently under the influence of whatever the fuck was being force fed to his senses like a strong alcoholic drink. A giggle stained his saliva-wet lips. “M-Mooore??” Sly fingers that belonged to his counterpart slipped up his chin to his lip, pierced through with an amethyst daith. His lip was lifted by one or two of those fingers, bringing his awareness to his fangs… but all he could do was pant like a dog in heat, eyes crossed underneath the blindfold he’d willingly allowed to be placed over his beautiful hoarfrost eyes. “Aaahhahaa—” the groan was incurred from the flick to his nipple piercing. He jerked, inhaling sharply as his cock pressed against its own restraint, the ring. Whimpering, the short little slut with the colorful Hannya tattoo peeking from his shoulders and arched spine finally put two and two together. He was… was he… hungry? His elongated fangs seemed to throb and he swallowed again, tilting his head so his pastel tattooed ears decorated with insane amounts of piercings, all pearls and pink and purple crystals caught the low light. “How lucckyy for meee~” he laughed, nails clawing at his palm unconsciously– as if he were trying to break loose from the ropes binding him. He didn’t try very hard before he relaxed again. Then– the real kicker– the softest touch of plush lips dragged along the neon pink and orange foo dog on his throat. A cold sweat slid from his temple to his uplifted jaw line. He shivered, hyper aware of the way that voice rasped on the next string of commands. Oso licked his lips, the fla

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sh of pearl on his tongue sticking out briefly for a heartbeat. His smile did not falter, delight echoing on his features. Turning his head slightly, then tilting it to the ceiling as he was flicked yet again, the powerful cologne of the other male flooded his senses repeatedly. Where wrongness had begun to set in, he overlooked it, getting high off of the scent that Vivi offered to him in place of the red smoke from earlier. He breathily huffed a string of giggles and swallowed one last time, his fangs aching. His throat felt… tight. Inhaling deep, Oso audibly sighed, laughing out his response. “My savior?” This sent him into unbridled laughter. Then, with another deep breath in, Oso couldn’t help it. His eyes closed and he relaxed, the memory slipping through his thoughts as if coerced to do so. *The slap of a steady, soft rain, against his night darkened skin painted with UV reactive ink over the top of his beautiful tattoos made Oso’s eyelashes flutter as his vision went blurry, then sharp again. The paint starting to bleed into the pool underneath him… his eyes wavered as the stripper caught the glare of the neons. Their reflections on the slick asphalt lit up his bloodied cheek. Not yards away, car brakes squealed and motors revved. It was like a sonata to him. The most beautiful music of all– the gunshots that still rang heavy in his ears. His vision was fading at the edges and his black painted nails twitched in response to the numbness overcoming him. He was going to die. A satisfied smile slid across his features and he began to close his eyes. * @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

He moved within the shadows of the night, unnoticed by the mortals around him that filled the bustling streets of New York. His movements were graceful, almost too fluent for the eye to see. Words, music and sounds of the city night formed an atmosphere around him that was nostalgic to indulge in. It almost carried him away as a familar scent infiltrated his senses. "How odd..." The alley reeked with the allure of death. A trusted scent that accompanied him everywhere almost like an old friend. The man's leather soled clicked with each step on the dirty hard concrete with each step that he approached the dying human. Dark red eyes settled on that young wounded man, taking in every detail of his body. He was still young, strong. But his mind was lost. A broken soul. "Aren't you gonna get back up?" The man's voice was smooth and rich like dark chocolate. But at the same time it was light, barely a whisper only for the human to hear. Blonde waves of liquid gold framed his pale marble face, the rest of his tall and lean figure hidden within a black coat. The man's tone held curiosity within. Why would this mortal not try and fight as most of them were terrified from the idea of death... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Being a sex worker wasn't exactly all peaches and cream... not that anybody ever thought that it was to begin with, but still. What Oso had turned it into, his own personal art museum turned playground, could not even begin to be compared to any kind of comfort. However, he had rolled in the riches that constantly being exposed to death had offered him. He'd flown too close to the sun, and like Icarus, his wings had melted and he'd come crashing humbly back down to the face of the soil below. Now, his breathing came in ragged heaves. His beautiful, feminine figure had been beaten in many places. His jaw was bruised from the hand that had slapped him with a pistol butt, and the holes in his abdomen... he shuddered, and hoped, to himself, that the would would spin out of view soon. At the sound of footsteps nearing him with a question hooked on, pale, hateful blue eyes forced themselves open. He was tired. So tired. And his body was heavy. The voice belonged to a man. And from what Oso could see through heavy black lashes where he lay on the frigid ground... he was exactly the kind of person that Oso didn't want poking his nose around his half dead corpse left behind by the men who had hired then made use of him as a travel size little glory hole. The same men that planted a rat in his company, and then squealed to the pigs. He had no desire to get even with them, not now. They'd left him a mess in the rain, white harness with little angel wings pulled taut against his exposed chest, collar restricting his breathing, and hadn't even bothered to pull his shorts back up to his hips after using him one last time for their own enjoyment as the life spilled from his intestines. The beautiful, but battered, murderer had turned into the murdered. He wondered idly if he would make headlines or at least the news. Wouldn't that be funny... his dad probably wouldn't even recognize him at all. Not with all the piercings and tattoos... not with the bimbo styled clothing and L

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olita platform boots. He wouldn't... and that would be okay. As he processed the meaning of the lyrics the faceless man had spoken, a sneer disfigured his beautiful features, the blood on his cheek smearing as he did so. Faded pink hair, in need of dyeing, was shaved on the sides, showing the black oriental dragon tattoo on his skull. It contrasted sharply with the blood pooling around him now. A laugh spilled from his lips, mirthless and sharp. "No." The word was snapped mildly. He took a deep breath, the sound of his collapsed lung rattling inside his chest. He wanted to tell him to leave him alone. But that took too many words. Too much effort. He closed his eyes again. It was... sort of weird. For a moment... those eyes looked... he exhaled, smirking. In his delusion, he was starting to imagine things? @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

It became quickly appearant that the man was not welcome by the dying mortal. He did not ask for help or anything, remaining on the floor coughing. His body weakened by the second, blood pouring seemingly out of every man made hole in his body to drain him of his remaining life. "Why? Does death not frighten you?" The man tilted his head a bit, watching the mortal with a sense of fascination. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso was slipping in and out of consciousness, even before the time that the man had approached his shivering silhouette where it lay ravaged and broken on the asphalt. Rain slid down his cheekbone, bruises blooming under the pallor there. His fingers twitched slightly as he felt the gaze of that piece of shit who was giving him grief even in his dying moments. At his croaked response, the man went quiet-- to Oso, it seemed like perhaps he had left. Time passed-- perhaps an hour? His eyes drew themselves open with weakened anger once again when another inquiry reached his ears. This time, he heard the words clear as day. Still lacing a sneer on his features, he rasped a response with the very little amount of spunk that was left in him. The sneer transformed, however, into a delighted smile. It was so full of genuine joy and excitement.... of adoration and-- relief. "D-Death is an art... few have made their own." He breathed, blood sliding into his mouth, staining his smile with crimson. "I intend to be both master and masterpiece.... how....utterly .d...delightful it would be... to die." He was spewing nonsensical poetry now. Funny. He would have laughed maniacally at his own words, if only he had the life in him left to. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The black umbrella cast it's shadow onto the dying mortal as he croaked his response with his few remaining breaths. That little grin as he spoke nonsense that in a way made sense to the immortal too well. Death was not the end. It held purpose in a way that it could be described as art. "Death might not frighten you, but I can see the regret in your heart." The man's crimson eyes gleamed down at the boy, focusing on his heartbeat and shambled thoughts. "Regret that you have not given your life a purpose." To him it was clear as day that this mortal was not ready to let go of his life, as much as despair made him pretend otherwise. "It is a fear which makes you embrace Death with open arms." The voice approached more as the mysterious man took a step towards the mortal. "What if i tell you that I can be the one to give your life this purpose? The one that your heart so desperately yearns for?" His words were like whispers of sweet temptation, the Forbidden Fruit of the garden Eden dangling over the boy's head calling to him, luring him. Not only did the grooming red capture the mortals gaze, but strings of liquid gold shining within, a mesmerizing sight within the eyes of the temptatious snake. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

He choked, sputtering a cough with the tell tale stench of incoming death that was accompanied with a mouthful of blood that launched from his throat to his tongue. God... he was going to choke to death on his own blood before dying from loss of it, wasn't he? The bubblegum bitch gasped, his lung trying its best to work despite his body's obvious fall into disrepair... soon after, the man spoke up again. A step in Oso's direction was hardly noticed, especially with the way his voice felt compared to the chill of the rain As he spoke, Oso listened quietly, tears sprung to his eyes. Oso didn't have the strength to try and fight it. So they slipped down his bruised cheek in the persistent rain. A laugh gurgled out of him and he opened his pale hoarfrost eyes to cast a look at the man, still speaking. This guy... Oso stared at him for a while, feeling unnaturally drawn to him slowly, then all at once. As if he were suddenly the most interesting person he'd ever come across, or rather, who had come across him. The way his golden locs framed his face. The way his eyes... they flashed garnet and held the color. Oso's gaze was blank yet transfixed. He... him? He was offering him something... a way out of the vicious cycle he'd put himself in. Right as he was on the brink of death. The twink would have laughed again if not for the seriousness in the other males tone. This guy, whose name he didn't even know.. was offering him something of incredible value. Oso shifted slightly, wheezing as he did so. "Fuuuuuckkkkk...." groaning, the stripper swallowed down another mouthful of blood. So many people in the past had offered him things. Similar things. Buying his freedom from his pimp, for example. Or finding his mom. His heart clenched tight at that lingering thought. His mom. Blinking, Oso continued observing the man, looking him from head to toe ever so slowly, the tears still streaming down his face, growing ever the more pale as the time passed. He whimpered. "You'

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re an hour late and a dollar short. I...I don't.... I dont..." He felt his throat constrict. "...want her... to be alone....mom..." @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The man had appears to have come just in time. The mortal was on the verge of death, holding regret as he could not believe that the choice he had been given was real. However, it had not been the boy's choice anymore the moment the man had stepped into that alley. He had already determined his fate and it would not end here. "Come." A with black leather gloved hand reached out towards the man, an obvious request. The man's face held a warm hint of a smile, comforting, reassuring. As his eyes flickered in that golden glow, the human would find himself absolutely mesmerized. All the pain in his body seemingly melted away under the strangers golden gaze, giving him enough energy to accept this offer he could not refuse. "Leave this old life behind. Your pain and suffering. Join me, my chosen one and I will give you the purpose your broken heart desires." The man bowed a bit more forward, whispers of sweet temptation flowing from these lips, calling the boy, luring him in with promises of comfort. A warm dream that would make all his worries go away if he would just accept... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

His whimpering voice having slid from his larynx, coated with blood, Oso watched with red rimmed eyes as the stranger extended an open hand to him. The brat gulped down his last mouthful of blood, blinking slowly, before his eyes caught the haunting amber accent in his counterparts gaze. Suddenly, the world fell away. All he knew, all he seemed to care about, was taking the gloved hand in front of him. Particularly after the strangers next set of prose, his frame leaning even closer to Oso's broken one. This guy... he no longer cared that he did not have his name, nor did he remember the aching, stabbing pain of the bullet wounds in his abdomen, or the sharp sting where he'd been clocked and kicked a couple times. *Battered black nails slid against the wet asphalt as he readied himself to push to a kneeling position. And although he didn't feel his wounds anymore, mesmerized by the man.... his body remembered. He stumbled, heaving a gasp as he lifted to his feet once again, the platform fluffy pink heels easier to balance on for him than another might think, but still he stared, a soft laugh brushing against his bubble gum lips. Desire, the feral need to accept. One ankle stepped forward and he lifted his own hand, blood staining his palms, as rain tickled his numb flesh. But time seemed to pause for a moment as he inhaled shakily, hearing the rattling of his own breathing in his ears. The squeal of brakes on a car from the street and laughter from inside the club.... Everything muted itself in a moment. His fingers trembled as they reached.... closing the distance between that gloved hand and.... * ---- Oso swallowed, the smile on his face not faltering once as the memory came to him. "Caius f-found me." His tone drawled, the laugh behind it audibly apparent. He shivered, goosebumps rising on his flesh at the reminder of just how close Vivi was to him, having exhaled so close to the back of his neck earlier. "I wanted.... wanted to dieeee."

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Giggling, Oso arched his back again, straining against his ropes. He couldn't remember why his heart was pounding so fast. He just felt-- GOOD. He still couldn't see where Vivi was, or where he could be now, so Oso panted, blushing as he felt pre-cum slip from the tip of his cock. With the ring on, he wouldn't be able to have a full release. "Unggghh... it felt so good...death. But-- aaahhh.... m-mom... he... he has mom. I-I'm stuuuuckkk." Oso laughed once, breathily, then inhaled sharply, chest pressing against his restraints yet again. His fangs slipped from his lips as a smile continued to hug his lips. "Haaa-haha..." he paused, breathing in shakily, giggling again, "I'm his....a little psycho killer sluttt, a biiitch on a...leash.~ I adore himmmm." At the last part, he snorted, erupting into a fit of bubbly, intoxicated laughter. Now, his head tilted and he licked his pink lips, sweet as candy, "Viiiviiii... I waaaannaaa cuuuummmm.... talk-talking is booooring.~" @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Given Oso's euphoric high, Vi's questions seemed to have given him a nice run back down memory lane. The vampire's way of speaking as he seemed to recall their first meeting was slow, as if living through it all for the first time again. All those sluggish slurred words and giggles gave the man just enough he wanted to know. Enough information to perhaps strike a deal in the future... "You are such an impatient little slut." Vi chuckled as he heard the vampire whine again. "But given that you answered me so nicely, I think it's time for your reward." While talking his hand slid down Oso's back, teasingly pushing the toy inside just a bit further with a finger as he leaned close against the man's earlobe. Another small push of the man's finger, followed by a small click to be heard wss all Oso would feel before his body was filled with powerful vibrations. Wave after wave began to surge through the vampire's body as Vi pushed the now vibrating dildo in just a bit further. His hands moved lower to caress the cock ring, teasingly rolling it up a bit before letting it slide back to the base. Hearing Oso moan and beg for that sweet permission to be finally allowed to cum filled the man with even more ecstasy. "Good boy. Time to make you feel really good~" He leaned in to whisper, sliding the cock ring further up and up until Oso lost himself to all the carnal desire... The night went by and Vi found himself sprawled out on his now again clean bed. Oso was nowhere to be found, but the man paid no mind to it. Something about him was different. Long drawn pointy pierced ears replaced his before round ones. His body was framed by a set of two beautiful wings, shimmering in the morning light that shined through the colorful mosaic glass besides his bed. They looked almost translucent, colors shimmering and shifting in an iridescent way. They were beautiful as it was told about his kind.

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Fae were always drawn to things that are as beautiful as they are themselves. Crystals, gold, jewlery, everything, just like the delicate necklace Vi held over his head. The heart-shaped crystal threw a little rainbow spot on his flawless cheek as it reflected the light of the sun, making Vi grin to himself. How interesting... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso's mouth parted and he smiled, drool slipping down the side of his chin when Vivi's voice came to him again, so close to his ears, his hearing heightened by the loss of his sight. The toy in his ass slipped further in, causing the male to shiver, goosebumps rippling down his ribs and spine. The soft sound of a click was all Oso heard before the fucking thing began vibrating. His neck nearly cracked as he flung it back, a moan escaping his parted lips. "Aaa-aaah," panting, he jerked when he felt the cock ring being touched now, his erection plain and clear for Vivi to see. Honeyed tones slipped to his ears as Vivi spoke up again, praising him as he moved the cock ring up and up.... With a start, Oso snapped open his eyes, immediately wincing at the absolutely fucking awful headache that he had. "FUUCCCKKKK!!!" Growling out the curse, the pink haired man slammed a pillow over his head and curled his body up, It took the better part of thirty minutes before the psycho slut was willing to peek out from under the satin pillowcase. Whe-where the fuck... Oso slid a hand to his head as he swung his tattooed legs to the floor and stumbled to the bathroom, eyesight blurry. He forced the faucet handle forward, cold water flowing. Dipping his hands in, he splashed the water on his face, then tsked as he pushed the handle back and braced himself with both hands on the counter, staring down at the sink. What the fuck had happened? Observing what he was wearing, he realized he was still in the outfit from last night. There were raw, red marks under the fabric from where he had been restrained with ropes. He glared down, then began stripping. When he came to his neck, however, he realized that one of his necklaces that he usually layered on his throat, was not there. His feminine fingers slipped to where it should have been and he narrowed his gaze even further. Already pissed from the headache he had.... now... Oso bit his lip then stepped into t

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he shower, quickly cleaning himself before he finished, drying off and pulling on a new outfit after checking the time. It was already seven at night again-- it'd been almost a full day since he had been at Olivier's shop. He raised his guns from where they'd been placed next to his bed and inspected them closely, still naked, to make sure that nothing had been taken from them, either. When he was satisfied, he dressed himself in a fresh, new outfit, pulling on pink thigh highs before buckling the pastel waist harness over the top of his clothes. Then, he stepped into platform holographic shoes and snatched up his weapons, eyes dangerously dark. Oso was quiet... which was unnatural for him.. as he walked out his door and made his way past a servant before a sneer crossed his lips and he twirled around, throwing a barrel to the man's head instead of leaving him be. "How the fuck did I get home last night, doll?" His voice was soft and sweet, laced with nightshade. When he got his answer, the servant blandly stating that he'd been picked up at the shop that he and his men had gone to last night. The same shop that Vi had led him up the stairs in and tied him up and blindfolded him. When Oso tried to recall any memories, he could only remember being extremely excited, pleased, and feeling waaaay too good. He knew he'd they'd talked about something but that something was... a blur. He didn't exactly know what. And frankly, he didn't really care. The slut had just been happy to have been fucked with. But-- Oso swung around, hopscotching himself down the hallway before he twirled a gun, the charms swinging wildly. He wasn't laughing. He wasn't 'happy.' He was pissed. Something had been taken from him. And he'd been returned without his wanting to be. On his way out, another dull eyed servant tried to approach him and he simply raised his left hand, pulling the trigger on one of his guns before he looked down and midlly said, "oops."

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Before he left, he had grabbed a pair of headphones, which were now over his ears. The design had hello kitty ears and a bow. Now he danced with his arms out to the music playing, twirling with his head tilted upwards towards the night sky, lit up by street lamps and neons, and he smirked. He’d been let out by the car that he’d ordered to take him back to the location where he, Van and Erik had been the night before, and now that he was within yards of it, he felt excitement begin to ripple through his veins once again. This… was unexpected. But, with a growing smile on his cute little face, he rapped on the glass with a single gun, once, twice, three times, before he stepped inside, hopping as if he were playing a dance game to the music in his ears.

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The day in the shop had been quiet today. Vi had greeted the few random customers with a smile. Only 2 of them ended up buying something, taking two beautiful pieces from Vi's collection with home. Towards the evening, the Fae went on to prepare his shop to officially close for his normal buisness, but the real fun would only begin... The night was approaching, the shop dimly lit by a few beautiful lamps. Smoke curled through the air as Vi hummed along to the 1920's jazz playing from the old gramophone. Wandering through the shop he plugged several dried or still fresh flowers from their pots of hung up bouquets to return to the back of the shop. With the pipe between his lips, the Fae fumbled around with several odd liquids and jars, taking a few seeds to crush them into a fine powder and plant a few new seeds within a freshly prepared pot. Taking the pipe between his fingers, Vi exhaled his smoke with a small grin onto the soil as he watched the flowers bloom in a rapid pace until they were fully grown to their perfect size. Being satisfied with his magic doing splendid work, the Fae took the pot to the side for a few other preparations until he was interrupted by those rude knocks on the door. "Well if that isnt Oso~" Vi purred amused as he stood in the doorframe to his back, his pipe carefully balanced on his fingers. "Back so soon? Was last night not enough already?" A small chuckle followed his sluggish tone of speaking before taking another pull of his pipe. The red smoke curled around his body like a snake to protect, crimson eyes flickering from behind those red glasses. Vi began to wonder. How much did Oso remember... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

The long curve of the japanese styled pipe, paired with the beautiful lighting cast by unique lamps… Oso wrinkled his nose almost instantly at the sight of Olivier, pulling his hello kitty earphones from his skull and resting them around his tattooed neck. The fang had never dealt with a fae before in his life– except having been fucked by the very one standing in front of him last night. At the thought of this, Oso blew a bubble with the gum in his mouth, ignoring the shit out of the fae as he spoke, the audible pop of the bubblegum echoing as he turned instead in the opposite direction. Silence for Oso was much like the calm before a storm. The silence alluded to the uneasy nature of the situation. Pale fingers slid forward, closing the distance between one of the plants in the shop. When his digits caressed the flower, he inhaled deep, then snatched it in his palm, snapping it from its stem without even asking if it was alright for him to do so. Only now did a smile rise to his lips, painted with a sparkly gloss. Keeping his distance from the other male, he settled the flower behind his ear so that it peeked out from the right side of his skull. Then, he clapped his hands together, turned and tilted his head playfully. “Ohhh right. I almost forgot why I was here.” He blew another bubble, then looked to the side, raising his gun as if to inspect it, seeming to think of Vivi’s words from the previous night about weapons in the shop, before he put it back in the waistline of his too-short shorts. Hunger gnawed at his stomach, leaving him with the bitter taste of annoyance. He’d forgotten… But no matter, he couldn’t change anything about it right now. So, annoyed, he stalked forward, slipping up next to the man who’d he’d begged to let him cum the night before, and the little slut, still shorter than Vivi despite his platforms, touched his fingertips to his opposite’s waist, hooking his thumbs into his pants and sliding up against him, skin against

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the fabric of Vivi’s beautiful shirt. Oso’s fingers slid to the other man’s hair, pinching a strand of hair that had fallen forward between his pointer and index finger, tucking it back behind Vivi’s ear. “Your hair looks different!!! Buuuut.... you still smell the same…” he leaned in close, careful not to inhale the smoke too much. From around his neck, the music in his earphones was still playing-- ridiculous shit. The vampire reached forward, resting his arms on Vivi's shoulders before his fingers traced a line up on the back of his neck, his eyes traveling down to where their bodies were touching, raising back up quickly. On his skin, the mark of the rope still showed from the night before. Vivi had done his work well, almost too much so. His long sleeved crop hoodie slipped up, revealing the tube top underneath that had a the cutest little butterfly right in the center. The pink suspenders holding his shorts up slid against his bare middrift. His smile fell almost instantaneously now, his fingers still grazing the back of Vivi's nape. “Like a fucking thief." @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Blood red eyes hid behind equally red glasses, watching the young vampire's every move as he got closer towards the selling counter, closer to the Fae himself. Vi watched how Oso's mood was certainly a sour one as he went to pick one of the flowers from one of the many nearby pots that were spread throughout the whole shop. A little test to test. Vi understood the message clear enough along with the gun that was drawn but put away again. The Fae always had a thing for walking the line of extremes. Although Oso was a particularly wild card, Vi had at least a small clue about how to work with this fledgling. "Thief? Is that the way to call someone after we had such a lustrous night together?" He gave Oso a small grin as he let the vampire walk behind the open side of the counter and snuggle up so close to him. He was pleased to see a few marks remaining on Oso's pale skin, a little reminder of the night before along with that little sluts missing necklace. "I simply took a little... deposit. To make you remember why you are here." The Fae shrugged a little, his own hand wandering to slip around Oso's waist as the other took the pipe to his lips. While the Fae could've just exhaled it directly into Oso's face to let him breathe it all in, Vi let his head roll back to blow the cloud of smoke into the air above before looking back at the vampire with a small chuckle. "I have a job for you." Vi grinned before his hand slid off Oso's hips. He walked over to the back of the counter to open one of the small drawers, grabbing something Oso would be unable to see until Vi put it on the counter. "This is Luis Clarkson." He turned around as he spoke, sliding one of the papers towards Oso as he took another drag of his pipe.

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The photo showed a man in a buisness suit, chatting in a restaurant. It was clearly taken from afar, a sneaky shot from a man who was well connected in the underground with a good reputation as a CEO of some big company. "See that ring on his right hand?" Vi tapped his finger near the hand of the man which was raised. On it's thumb was a broad silver ring, holding a dark stone embedded in it. "I want it. Bring the ring back to me without making it on the news." Vi explained in full seriousness, still smiling a bit to himself before looking back at Oso. "Simple isn't it?~" @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso tilted his head in response to Vivi's lyrical response. He narrowed his eyes slightly, then tilted them towards the ceiling, brushing his thumb along the male's throat before a cheshire grin showed his pearly whites, mirroring the grin that Vivi had given him. Too sharp of canines. Too close to the thrum of the vein underneath his finger. He tapped his pointer in rhythm with the heartbeat, He listened before giggling at the feeling of the Fae's palm slipping to tug him closer, Oso watched with growing curiosity as Vivi exhaled the smoke away from his face. Taking the chance, he leaned forward and let his tongue glide up the other man's larynx. He'd exposed it, after all! Oso's fingers slid from the shop owner's neck down to his ass, and he inhaled audibly. The charms on his guns clattered against one another when he pulled back, just as Vivi's own hand slid from where it had been resting on Oso's hip. Hungry baby blue eyes followed the dark haired individual as he put space between them, fiddling with one of the smaller drawers before he retrieved a paper towards the slut. Oso turned away, raising his hand to look at his nails, checking for chips. Not once did he look over, seeming to have forgotten Vivi was even in the room momentarily while he inspected his polish. At the sound of an apparent question, he glanced to the side, then turned so that he could hop up onto the counter, twisting to look from the side at Vivi, seemingly unaware that the paper with the photo of some foul man he didn't give a fucking flying shit about was underneath him, Vivi shuttered his lashes partially, devious smile tugging at his lips while he looked up at Vivi yet again. "That's it, doll face? You sure you don't want me to put a couple rounds in his ugly ass head? Or maybe--" he laughed manically, raising his hand as if to hide his smile like a shy girl. "I can neuter him right there? Like a bulldog... All it takes is a...." As he had been speaking, Oso had reach

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ed subtly down to his sock before he whipped out a hello kitty switchblade, which was now resting right underneath Vivi's chin. "slice." If Vivi flinched, Oso had the decision already made that he would immediately lunge, as if seeing the first sign of weakness from the creature who'd stolen from him of all people... it absolutely... enraged him. But most likely, the male wouldn't move. And Oso would only tilt his head, move his hand to pluck the picture up and he crumpled it, throwing it over his shoulder while he turned his gaze back towards the door, away from Vivi, and searched the decorations and items placed in certain spots. He was thinking. Working his own masterpiece through in advance before he snapped his wrist away from Vivi, hiding the switchblade again before he leaned on a single arm and swung his short legs next to the counter, smile falling from his lips. "I want my necklace back and...." He leaned in, titling his head to the side, grin sliding back to his features. "A good luck kiss, of courseeeee!~" Bubbling laughter erupted around him in a sweet manner. "Hey-Hey! Viviiii~" He leaned in closer to the Fae now, eyes wide with excitement. "Can I play with him for a while?" The wild look in his face was manic, and gave away no emotion save for feral mischief. "I want to have fun." @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The Fae didn't miss to notice how during their whole conversation the little vampire constantly tried to tease and play with him. It was a test. Vi was very well aware. Every little touch of his icy fingers along the Fae's veins, that small little lick that send a shiver down his spine were a warning. Something about this game seemed like pure thrill to Vi. A dangerous game which was especially fun to play with someone like Oso. Just how the Fae didn't back off at those previous notes, he did not even flinch at the blade snapping open below his chin. He only spared the knive a short glance from behind his round red glasses before chuckling in his own bit bubbly manner at Oso's comment. "Unfortunately I still need him alive." Vi gave him a small grin after Oso had taken away his knife."The ring for the necklace it is then." He looked at Oso giggling and already leaning closer, demanding the taste of his lips with those baby blue eyes. With a small teeth exposing grin Vi suddenly grabbed Oso by the chin, bringing him close together. "Don't worry. You can have as much fun as you want with him as long as you don't get yourself caught. No police reports, no articles" Vi whispered in a low tone, their noses still touching while those fingers kept the vampire's chin fixed as the Fae took a calm pull from his pipe. Curls of red fled from his lips agape before he pressed them against Oso's, letting him taste that sweet afteraroma along with his own tongue sliding even in a bit more passionately as usual. It was the first time for the Fae to taste the fledgeling in such a way, and he only parted from them after hearing a few small eye rolling moans from that little slut. The Fae held that kiss for just a bit longer until slowly pulling away to marvel his own artwork. With a small chuckle Vi's thumb wandered to caress Oso's lower bottom lip "Understood my little blood-sucking slut?" @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

The little vampire twink sighed in exasperation to the comment made by the male he’d been addressing. The taste of his sweat and skin from his throat was tingling on the tip of his tongue… and Oso, frankly, was pissy. He was hungry, he was tired, and he was fucking SORE. His pale cerulean gaze narrowed and he began to turn away when he was suddenly snatched at the chin by the Fae. His breath hitched and he looked up in surprise, the expression quickly changing to a seductive little smirk, gaze lowering to Vivi’s lips expectantly. He hadn’t actually thought that the guy would give him what he wanted in addition to the necklace, so when it was fed to him on a silver platter and gold spoon, he ate that shit up. So much so that he barely registered what Vivi was saying, eyes closing as he inhaled that other male’s scent, rich and heady. His sensitive ears picked up the draw of the pipe before he felt the informant’s lips press to his. Immediately, he parted his own, allowing the tendrils of smoke to seep into his mouth, along with the sweep of Vivi’s tongue. Oso tilted his head and leaned in closer, inhaling deep and slow, smiling into the kiss. He’d almost forgotten about the effects of the smoke until a moment or two before it hit him, and the ecstasy, the euphoria… he groaned audibly. A second later, he felt his tongue dance with his counterparts, the ache of his fangs letting him know that they were threatening to extend yet again. The kiss deepened slightly and he parted his lips further, moaning quietly in response to his new favorite toy’s exploration of his mouth. But, even when he had expected the Fae to retreat, he did not, lingering for just a smidgen of a second too long before he observed Oso, still leaning in Vivi’s direction, still with his eyes closed, cherry flavored lip stain smeared on his mouth slightly. Slowly, he opened his eyes and listened, a grin sliding to that cursed mouth. The flower beside his skull threatened to fall from w

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here it sat behind his pierced and tattooed ear, but he didn’t touch it at all, instead he shivered when his bottom lip was brushed. He inhaled again, this time shakily as he tried to stay aware of his surroundings– though frankly, the smoke… it was blurring the edges yet again. He nodded in response, snapping his right hand out to grab at Vivi’s exposed wrist and brought it to his lips, sharply taking a breath as he kissed the large vein on the inside of it, aware of just how hungry he was. Aware of just how fucking good this guy smelled. “Viviiiiii~ I’ll bring you something yummy too if you promise to play with me again. okay, okay?!” Oso took the flower from behind his ear and placed the blossom behind Vivi’s own pointed ear, dragging his finger under the male’s chin and tapping his nose before his eyes flickered up, still holding onto the Fae’s wrist with his other hand, his grip tight. Too tight. He grinned, then licked the wrist before he swung away, acting a little tipsy, and hopped to the ground, retrieving the crumpled up photograph. The vamp stuffed it in his back pocket of his shorts and twirled around, placing his earphones back onto his head once more without even caring if Vivi had something more to say before he danced out of the shop and into the night. Oso didn't take long to find his little blood fix. He was some guy that didn't particularly catch his (or anyone) else's eye. But, Oso overdid it. The man had seen his cute little tattooed ass in the neon lights of the red light district an hour or so after he had left Vivi's shop, and, with his headphones off now, he heard the wolf whistle loud and clear. In response, he turned and smiled, his allure far too strong to be natural at all, and changed his trajectory in order to approach the fucker. Oso looked the foul creature up and down once, then smiled, luring him into a darker alley with a hand on his, a promise that they could play together.

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And not long later, that same man had been hauled into a dumpster, with a smile on his gray lips, drained of the life that had not minutes before been surging through him. Oso swiped the blood from his lip with his thumb before he placed his headphones back on and giggled, jumping from alley to alley. He didn't automatically go in search of the man that Vivi had assigned to him. Instead, he let the idea of what he was going to bring back lie like a weight on his mind for a while. Two days, in fact. And in that time, he did enough research and searching to find out that this Luis guy frequented the darker playrooms that Oso was absolutely no stranger to. And when he finally did go in search of him, he found him without incident, very smoothly, just as if he'd known all along what kind of shit joints the fucker loved. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

There was something incredibly exciting about being around with Oso. Vi felt thrilled, not flinching for a second when the vampire snatched his wrist to place a damp kiss on the Fae's pulsing artery. He couldn't help but grin at this whole scenario. Oso was unpredictable, yet Vi knew exactly that he would not be hurt as long as he was entertaining for that little slut. A game of life and death. "Of course." The Fae gave him a small fanged smile with his own inhuman pointy teeth, letting Oso put the flower behind his ear. He did not stop the vampire from hopping out, remaining behind the counter as he watched. "What a crazy little slut." Vi chuckled to himself before taking another pull of his pipe. ~ Luis' lips were plastered with a smile as always when he entered the club. That charming smile that not made only women but men swoon alike. Deep down he was bored to death. The thought of spending another night at this exclusive club while not paying a single cent for any of the drinks and services didn't do a lot. Dad always paid for his activities. Being famous, he could afford it afterall. Luis had money like sand on the beach, never running dry thanks to his father's career in marketing which secured his own position within his company. His father didn't care what his son did in his free time. Every word of Luis spending his nights at this club would be erased as always. Dressed within a fine black suit, Clarkson took his place in his favorite booth, two of his men accompanying him with not long after two women approaching him with his usual favorite drinks. Maybe this night wouldn't be too bad afterall... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

The club that Luis frequented was not an easy one for just anyone to get into. In fact, it was one of the more high end ones– which didn’t really surprise Oso after he figured out that this prick had more money behind his name than even Oso’s father did. This knowledge left a bitter taste in the slut’s mouth, which meant that he was in a foul mood when he entered the club, having taken his time on his makeup and on picking out his outfit. It was cheap, for this establishment. With his fluffy pink heels, similar to the ones he’d been in when he was raped, shot and left to die three years ago when Caius had found him, he made the perfect little Bratz twink doll. He’d put oil on his tattoos to make them stand out against the low light. And his makeup, a pastel rainbow of colors with white liner in the shape of the heart near his tear ducts, glittered. Oso had left his hello kitty guns at Caius’s, but in the diamond clutch he was carrying was the same switch blade that he’d held at Vivi’s throat not 48 hours beforehand, along with a couple hundreds, and the cutest of pill cases with adorable little roofies in the shape of hearts. Not that he needed those. Nor did he plan to use them, but they were there nevertheless. Oso had been drugged plenty of times by others… more frequently when he was mortal, but he hadn’t ever done drugs regularly. Now, he scanned the club with critical blue eyes, smiling at the men who looked his way, dressed in finery that he didn’t care to know the actual price value of. Their hungry eyes followed his barely covered ass in the tiny dress that was more straps than fabric. When he did spot the man from the picture, Oso made a beeline towards him, eyes raking up and down the women in front of him, a wolfish grin slipping to his pink lips. He slid beside the women, whispering into both of their ears a few words that would send them blushing to another table before leaning back and glancing over at the main focus of his night. S

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ure as shit, he had the ring on his little manicured thumb. The slut’s eyes didn’t linger on that piece of jewelry though, and instead he leaned forward, gaze coming to rest on the man’s crotch instead, his teeth glinting when he smirked and looked back up at the male. “Ahhhh, I’ve been looking everywhere for you, love. You won’t believe how many people I’ve been avoiding just to see youuu.” As if this were a major problem, he sighed, and then shifted so that his hand could reach the alcohol that had been placed down by the women earlier before he’d sent them away. When he had grabbed it, he giggled out the words, “go ahead and move, boys,” to the other males in a tone that was more flirty than demanding, lashes fluttering before he slid past the men, not giving them a second glance before he promptly seated himself on Luis’s lap. He dragged a black painted finger up the man’s chest, voice dripping with sex. “What is a cutie like you doing here, Luis?” His eyes bore into the other, searching him for the answer he so desired, his hand trailing down to the man’s belt loops before he giggled again, tilting his head. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With two light drinks in, Luis' world already looked a lot better. That view of those women sitting in his lap, giggling and flirting with him, laughing at his own jokes while talking with his two colleagues who certainly had their fun too. The man was certain to give at least one of those tight cheap whore's asses a nice pounding once the evening was late enough. They were certainly pretty to look at. What else was there to matter. "Be so kind love and get me another bottle." Luis leaned forward to whisper into one of the girls ears, the other jumping up before as if to see who would get their rich client the bottle faster. Grinning to himself at that quick last look of those asses, Luis leaned back against the couch, exchanging a few words until his eyes were caught by quite the unusual sight. Luis couldn't even react, face reddening just a bit as this woman- no- man just sat down into his lap. While the man couldn't help but stare at his revealing clothing style, the other two men looked baffled for a second before starting to boil. "Hey you. Get your ass off of him." One of the men growled at Oso. "Why you think you can call him by his first name like that? Does he know you?" The other one chimed in. "Ever heard of respect you little slut?" With these words the other man reached out to grab Oso's lips, eyes glaring with hunger despite his angry tone. "Who the fuck are you?" Luis had finally found his voice again as he stared at Oso in confusion. He didn't understand who this man was, but his presence reeked of trouble... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Just as he expected to be, Oso was met with contention– particularly from the greasy piece of shit man on the left of them, who, after snapping out some seriously ugly words, reached to grab Oso. “Oh I wouldn’t do that,” he immediately spoke up, staring at the man who still had his hand extended towards him. “I wouldn’t want to touch something that isn’t mine to touch, would you?” Lulling the question into something that would make the man pause was easy enough. Now the thought of having fun and playing with them all, just a little bit, made Oso smirk. Vivi hadn’t said he couldn’t play. He just said he couldn’t make the news or become a target. And before the man could answer, the pink haired short twink crossed his legs and adjusted himself on Luis’s lap. “But you know who would loooove to be touched?” His eyes turned to the man opposite of them that had spoken second. His smile softened, his head tilted and he leaned forward, not minding the fact that his ass pressed against Luis’s crotch in the meantime. Or the fact that his sexy underwear could be seen from a certain angle if one looked hard enough. “I bet you would, darling… yeah?” The man looked dazed, then slowly nodded in agreement. Moving his gaze, glinting, back to the first bastard, he made his first command, easy and gestured towards the man. “Go ahead then. Kiss him until I tell you to stop.” Without lifting a finger, Oso watched as his two little puppets, who had been feral moments before, suddenly intertwined with one another. Blue eyes stared unabashedly as one man lowered his hand to grab onto the others’ waist while the opposite let out a soft moan, closing his eyes. Pigs. That’s what they were. Ugly, rich, disgusting, sweaty, foul pigs. And to think that one of them had been looking at him like a platter of fruit ripe for the taking, had reached towards him… goosebumps trickled down his spine as he remembered something ugly from his past, and then he shook it off, taking a de

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ep breath before averting his attention back to Luis. Seeming to just have remembered his question of ‘who the fuck are you,’ Oso giggled, sliding a hand to touch the male’s jawline with a professionally manicured pointer finger. “How rude of me! Did I forget to introduce myself?” He snatched to grab the tycoon’s chin, bringing his face closer to his own. “I’m the guy who’s going to make you feel sooooo goood… doesn’t that sound nice?” Again, the tone of his voice changed to be more comfortable, soft, a lure of sorts. His lashes batted and he looked up from under them, makeup flashing in the low light. It would be so easy. It would be so fucking easy just to grab the ring here. He could do it. His hand slid from his targets face down to his throat, tapping at the vein on the larynx before dragging his nails down his cute little black suit arm… then threading his fingers in with Luis’s. “I heard you like to have fun with… sluts like me. But I doubt you’ve ever actually been pegged.” Oso was rambling to himself mostly now, then snapped eyes to the mans crotch, lifting his eyes back up before licking his lips, his piercing slick with saliva. He brought those glittering lips up to Clarkson’s ear, whispering, “You wanna experience it with me, don’t you? It’s okay to say yes. I won't judge...” Before biting on his earlobe. Disgusting. Foul. The man smelled like money and reeked of privilege. Oso didn’t let his emotions ever show on his face, so when he leaned back again, he smiled with mock innocence as he kept eye contact with the other male. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Despite the man sitting in his lap, Luis found himself unable to look away from him. Something about his presence was off, something that made those hips oddly tempting. Even as Oso was talking to his men, he only threw sudden glances over to them, not even fully recognizing how they started to make out passionately. That thought further slipped away as the man's gaze was immediately caught within those eyes. Sky blue, such a beautiful color. Luis couldn't but listen to those whispered promises that engraved themselves into his mind. With pupils blown wide and mouth slightly agape he nodded slowly, unable to think of anything but this man in his lap. A small gasp slipped his lips as those icy fingers made their way along his nap over his own burning skin. With cheeks flushed a deep red from more of those sweet whispers, Luis again nodded along. He was completely putty in those man's hands. "Y-yes..." He mumbled, mind absent yet fixed onto all those erotic scenarios filling his mind. With his own pants already tightening and without much further own or rational thinking, those hands slowly moved to settle on Oso's hips. Luis wanted this man. He was the only important thing right now, having all of the mortals attention. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso practically purred, leaning in close towards the other male’s features before he giggled again and licked the other man’s lips. He tasted… like alcohol and sweat. Sweet and metallic. “I’m so glad you’re so honest, what a good little piggy you are.” He smiled, gently, then reached his hand down to palm the other man’s growing erection. “Oh? You must be uncomfortable…. You know…” The twink lifted his hand and turned the man’s face to the side, eyeing the throbbing vein in his neck before he leaned forward, extending his tongue to drag along it to the man’s ear yet again. Oso was teasing himself now, while teasing the human man. He’d eaten earlier, but… images of Luis, with his cute little body all covered in bites and welts came to his mind and Oso couldn’t help it, he moaned a little in anticipation. But he couldn’t. No police reports, no articles. Retreating, he tsked a little from the corner of his mouth and then smiled again at the piece of shit, his hand still tilting his head towards Oso. “Let’s go somewhere a little less… crowded, yeah? I don’t mind being watched, but I doubt your daddy would want to see pictures of you on social media with someone like mee. Right, right?” This time, Oso did not wait for the piggy to reply, instead, he jumped off his lap and stepped back on those fluffy pink heels, bangles clacking together as he pulled Luis along with him. Without casting a glance at the men who were still tongue deep in each other’s throats, he swayed his hips and led Clarkson to a more private location. A room that he’d staked out last night. It was vacant currently but smelled (to him at least) of dried sweat and poorly cleaned up cum. Cigarette smoke and the tell tale tinge of spilled alcohol made his nose wrinkle when it mixed with a date rape drug that hadn’t been detected. That’s what made him remember what was in his clutch. When they were inside, Oso pulled out the cute little heart shaped pill from its case and dropped i

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t in the drink he’d stolen from Luis’s table and had carried here. If he was going to do this, he was going to be thorough. He set his clutch down, picked up the flute of alcohol again and then turned to face his handsome little swine. As he handed the rich little piggy his drink, Oso smiled and spoke the command, “Drink.” Watching as Luis downed it, he waited a moment before he unzipped his dress and let it fall to the floor in a heap, leaving him exposed. Then, seeming to remember something, Oso turned around, retrieved his cute little pink android from the purse and set it up to rest against a chair. “See the camera here, piggy?” He pointed towards the phone, then danced around the male, his heels making him nearly as tall as his target. “I want you to make sure you look at it the entire time, okayyyyy? I have someone who wants to see your cute little face while you cum for me. You’ll be my masterpiece tonight.” And just when he’d gotten the man naked, he pressed the record on the phone before giggling like an idiot and returning, hiding the switchblade beside his flesh.His fingers trailed down Luis’s suit as he helped him out of it, throwing the expensive garments lazily to the floor and stepping on them with those stilettos. Then, he sliced open the front of his shirt with a flick of his wrist. But he hid the blade again with expert speed, unwilling to let his new little friend see what had sliced so close to him and to allow him to wonder in amazement just what had happened to his shirt. Then, Oso stepped out of his thong and dropped it to the floor. “Okay, little piggy. Where to begin….?” —-

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Oso came to Vivi’s shop dressed in the very same outfit that he’d just been at the club in not two hours before. The scent of cigarette smoke lay heavily on his flesh, and sweat made his tattoos stand out even more contrasted against his milky white skin. “Viiiiviiiiiii!” Hearing his own voice, high pitched and full of amusement, made Oso giggle. He’d had a few drinks before he’d left Luis to himself. But that wasn’t necessarily the reason behind his laughing. That sparkly clutch stunk of barely clotted blood. “Viiiiiviiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!” Oso stumbled a little as he stepped through the threshold of the doorway and he twirled, his dress, barely zipped, threatening to fall off his more feminine figure. Oso laughed, inebriated, and then, from the fabric covering his chest, withdrew the very ring that his new playmate had requested. Little marks of blood stained the top of it, and he flicked out his tongue to lick the stone before he held it up to the light, examining it. What a curious item to want…. Why DID Vivi want it, anyway? It wasn’t very pretty…. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The lights within the shop were dimmed. When Oso entered, nobody was there to greet him, nobody responded to the vampire's call. Only a trail of red smoke was slowly curling and twisting through the air. Like a snake it wrapped itself around Oso's neck as if to guide him along to a door besides the counter. The smoke brought the man into the depths of the shop, until he stood in front of a door at the end. A faint groan made it clear that there was in fact someone behind that door. His head was leaned back, another cloudy trail of smoke coming from his lips. Emerald eyes found their way to the vampire with ease as Vi's lips curled into a lazy grin. "Welcome back~" the Fae purred a bit playful as he sat on the large working table of this sort of laboratory filled with viles and strange plants and poppies. Another faint moan paired with a small buzzing sound made it clear that Vi was not alone. The other young male shifted in his seat, cuffed to the back of it. He did not look at any of the man for now, bent forward as his exposed body was covered in sweat. His diluted and blood shot eyes did not even seemed to catch Oso's presence, being too far gone to notice any of his surroundings. "I hope my little volunteer here doesn't bother you too much." Vi cut through the silence as he slid off the table. He was curious whether Oso had gotten the job done or not... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

When he wasn't immediately greeted, Oso tilted his head and looked around, attention drawn away from the ring for the time being. The pastel pink haired little twink blinked, his eyes dilating quickly in the shop light as he searched the front room... then, he spotted the smoke and giggled naughtily when it laced tendrils around his throat. Like a dog being led by a piece of meat, he sniffed the air, then licked his lips and twisted along the counter, following the trail that the scent of smoke was taking him on. With manicured nails, he shimmied his dress up further on his body so that it wouldn't be so precariously settled on his skin with the threat of it falling off. When he came to the door, pale hoarfrost eyes surveyed the sight before him, then snapped to Vivi, annoyance echoing in their depths. "Viviiiii, how unfairrr~" Oso pouted, crossing his arms with the ring clutched in his left palm loosely. His words were slurred slightly with the effects of alcohol, and his fangs peeked out lightly from his cute little pierced lips. "And to think I was your new favorite toy. You send me off to wrestle with a little pig and when I come back, ready to play, you're busy with..." Oso lifted his chin, sniffing for a second, then scrunched up his nose, waving his free hand in front, as if to shoo away the stench. "Some shit faced prick?" The slut smirked, clearly unbothered by any regular sting of jealousy. He held the ring out in front of him, then glanced from it to the Fae again, sneering. "And to think, I brought you just what you wanted.... and even came back with a treat for youuuu. How rude..." Although he was teasing, the slight tinge of annoyance still slid to his tone. He wanted to play with Vivi again, especially in the inebriated state that he was in... but... that wasn't going to happen tonight, was it? Oso tsked and clicked his tongue, tilting his chin to the side and closing his eyes with a barely checked temper. In between his fingers,

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he flipped the ring, then he frowned playfully again, and snatched the ring towards himself again before he tucked it carefully in the fabric covering his chest. Looking down at it, Oso dragged his gaze back to Vivi, then stepped towards him, fluffy pink heels loud in the ambience of the shop. He nearly ate shit, tripping and cussing when he did, then, in a fluid motion that made it seem as if it had been purposeful, he grabbed Vivi's hand and tugged him towards his own silhouette. Then, he lightly pushed the other male in the chest with his finger and slid his hand to part Vivi's legs from where he sat on the table, and Oso put himself right against the empty V space that it left for him to stand in. He tilted on his tip toes and leaned in close, looking down his nose at the creature who had instructed him to go get the ring in the first place. "I was suuuuuch a goood boyyy, too..." His fingers trailed the inside of Vivi's thigh, brushing the back of his knuckles against the fabric there. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The vampire's expression changed quickly into one of dissapointment as he saw the tied up human. Vi knew very well that this display would make him jealous, exactly what he wanted. "Who said that I was busy?" Vi grinned to himself a bit as he balanced the black pipe on his finger. Behind those glasses the Fae's eyes lit up for a second in mischef as he watched the vampire play with the ring, a sign that he fulfilled his part of the deal and more... His attention was brought back to the human by Oso's words. "I just gave this one a little something to... try for me. A favor to ask. No big deal." A dry chuckle shook his chest that jingles from all those different necklaces he wore as he moved a few steps over to the man, studying him for a second before grabbing those hairs to jerk his head back. The man groaned, drool running down his lip as he began to giggle. Once again Vi let go of the man's head, leaving him to his hallucinating trip as he moved back to lean against the counter. The Fae did not move or budge as the vampire approached him and jerked up his wrist while pressing so close to him. "You have been indeed a very good boy, and a capable one at that." Vi purred as he leaned in as well, his free hand moving to settle on the slut's hip to draw him in closer. "Plus, I am not done playing with this toy right here." The smell of his smoke between the Two was thick, despite the pipe being upheld by Oso's grip. "Now that you were successful with your task, show me what else you got." Another low whisper, a finger sliding up the boy's spine, all of these things were guaranteed to make the vampire melt in the Fae's arms. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso had watched and waited patiently until Vivi was done touching and toying with the ugly little human currently tripping off his rocker with whatever kind of drug or substance that Vivi had given him before the pink haired slut had arrived. He would like to say that he didn't feel the blunt sting of malicious jealousy when his current interest, the new playmate he'd acquired at a fucking coffee shop of all places, snatched at the human's hair with his fingers and left the man drooling and giggling.... but... Oso's brow twitched and he stuck up his nose. Jealousy. That's exactly what it was. The perfect word for it, too. So, when the Fae didn't budge as his wrist was lifted, Oso continued to listen intently as words spilled from the male's lips. It wasn't his lyrics, though, that made Oso jerk with surprise. It was the lightest of touches from the man. The way his palm fit perfectly on the twink's hip to tug him closer. The scent of smoke, rich and heady, erupted around them as Vivi continued, slipping a digit up along Oso's vertebrae, trailing up each notch, even when the sparkly pink strings of the fabric of his dress got in the way. In response, the slut brushed a thumb along Vivi's crotch, letting go of the hand he had been holding hostage before he leaned in ever the more closely. Sniffing Vivi's throat was one thing, but the lick from his larynx to his chin was a whole other animal, Oso having tilted the man's head so that he could access it easier. He was tempted... so so tempted. And if the Fae even threatened to move, Oso's fangs would extend in less than a moment and he'd launch his horny, inebriated whore ass at him. But, instead, he giggled as he drew back and breathed shakily with excitement and anticipation. "You're going to be soooooo pleased. I brought a couple things back just for you." Remaining close to the other man, Oso twisted his body so his back was against his playmates abdomen-- their height difference was accentuated by

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the movement. Even on those fluffy pink heels, Oso was still shorter than Olivier. His dress slipped precariously again at his shoulder, threatening to fall from his silhouette, but the whore paid no mind to it at all. Instead, he undid his sequined clutch and wrinkled his nose in distaste at the smell of old blood that lifted from the bag before siting through the contents... he brought out the roofies in thei cute little case, set his phone down beside it on the counter, a vial of matte lip stain, lip gloss to match, and finally... the severed finger that the ring had been connected to. Oso turned to the side, still having Vivi's hand on his hip, and held it up, makeup decorated eyes seeking out his partner in crime. "Looooookieeeee hereee!" He bounced, letting out a giggle from those glossed lips that smelled of strawberries and whip cream. Then, he lifted the finger for inspection. "Can you smell whose it is??? Or shall I give you a hint?" Oso dipped into his dress with his right hand and withdrew the ring yet again, flipping it to fit on his own finger instead of the severed one. "I think it looks better with painted nails, to be completely honest. Buuuuut... it's not really my style. How boring." He dropped Luis's finger back in his clutch before pale blue eyes met Vivi's emeralds behind red rimmed glasses. "That's not all, Vivi. He was willing to make a porno with meee fucking the shit out of him ahhahaha!~" At the mention of this, Oso turned again, leaning into Vivi as he lifted his phone smartly with a single flip of his hand that the ring was still on. With a swipe, he typed in his password (without caring that Vivi was even looking) and then navigated through his photo and video albums before landing on the one he wished to use. "You ready?" Purring the question out, Oso clicked play and then fast forwarded two minutes into the recording.

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Turning up the volume, Oso grinned wide as he reviewed the footage of him behind Luis, the phone propped up on the pillow next to his purse. His dress had long since been discarded and he had the man slobbering against the couch, clutching the fabric as if his life depended on it. Oso's painted fingers on one hand were wrapped around his throat, while the other roughly stroked the piggy's cock. "What did you want to tell daddy, little pig?" He crooned into the male's ear, lashes lowered, blocking out the color of his eyes from the video. "G-ga-gay!" Oso giggled at the sound of Luis's voice. "No, no, the other thing... we know you're gay, little swine. What do you like to have done to you?" Oso grabbed the males hips with both his hands and retreated before slamming into him, leaving Luis to look at the recording of himself with crossed eyes and disheveled hair. He smiled, drool slipping down the side of his mouth. "I l-let...gmmgnnnff..." Oso smirked and exited the man yet again, this time just rubbing his pierced member against the fucking idiot's entrance, slapping it there a couple times before he popped the tip in. "Haaa-haaa...." "You let?" Oso invited him to speak more, sliding his dick inside the man and then dragging it back out slow and steady. "C'mon piggy... don't you want him to know? Your deepest, darkest, secrets?" "I che-cheat on her..." Luis groaned, looking up as Oso tilted his head to nibble on his ear. "Aaaah.... wi-with male s-sex workers..." The pink haired twink massaged the man's throat, tapping his nails dangerously close to the vein there. "And?" "Fu-fuck her... in the ass.... because it g-gets...gets me off!" Oso cackled at this, sticking out his tongue at the camera and winking before he praised the man. "Good little pig... now what do you want?" "Y-you to...to.... aaahh... cum-cum inside me~" Oso tsked and slapped his hips into the man's rear, once, twice, three times before he fully exited the man and simpl

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y walked away "As if-- get yourself off, piggy, I want you to watch me watching you while you're recorded for a very special person, okay? So, go ahead, touch yourself while I get dressed, okaaaay?" And so he did, until he couldn't hold in his cum and it spilled onto the satin couch, spilling out of him freely. That's when the video recording clicked off. Now, Oso let a giggle bubble from his lips and he turned off his phone. "Did you see, did you see, Viviiiii~ He was sooooo excited for me to fuck himmmm.... But ugh, he stunk like rich privilege and cheap booze..."

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@MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The Fae had gotten used to Oso's little games already. Something about the way the vampire teased him back, his tongue gliding up his neck made the whole thing so thrilling with that erotic touch the little bitch was chasing. With a small clatter of his many earrings and a grin, Vi let his head roll back lazily before focusing his gaze back on Oso. Curious he watched him rummage around in that small pink clutch, the hint of old blood tickling his nose even before Oso pulled out that finger. There was no disgust within the Fae as he took in every detail about that piece of dead flesh. By the time the vampire had pulled out that ring, a smug expression of amusement lingered on Vi's lips, exposing the peek of his sharpened canines he liked to wear in his human form. Despite the few more teasing touches, Vi kept himself composed as he watched Oso present his special bonus. The Fae watched with partly hidden fascination, not caring for the drooling asshole too much, but rather he found himself drawn to that pretty little pink slut topping the shit out of this man. "I must say, you are always full of surprises." The Fae chuckled after the tape was done. "You have passed this little test. How about we take this whole thing up a notch, shall we?" He gave the vampire a small grin before taking another pull of his pipe. "Since I know now what you are capable of, what do you think about making a deal?" Something mischevous yet unreadable lit up behind the Fae's glasses. Their kin was known for their contracts and schemes. A deal was ever binding, punished by death if broken. Once a deal was struck it was most likely in favor to the Fae because of a small twist in words, but damage was quickly done. "It's only a simple arrangement, a small formality that will prevent any further interferences in our cooperation."

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Vi went on talking, slipping back down from the table and leaning in to grab and scoot Oso closer into him by his hips. "You continue working for me, bringing me shiny things along with all sorts of useful informations and in exchange you will be rewarded." The Fae explained, face close to the vampire before he suddenly leaned in further. The smoke around them had begun to thicken, tendrils of smoke curling around their necks as if two rings had been entwined. "Pleasure beyond your imagination." Another mischevous purr leaving Vi's lips to hover over the others. Behind those glasses, the Fae's eyes were dead fixed on Oso, waiting. His grin widened just a bit more as his finger slid up over his throat to settle below his chin, only bringing them closer. "What so you think Oso? Do you accept this deal?" @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso tilted his head curiously at the response that the video had encouraged from his current playmate. Then, he smiled, giggling girlishly. But that was when he was presented with a new manner of work after taking a pull from his pipe. As he spoke, Oso turned to face him, having the nerve and audacity to elicit a blush over his intoxicated features as Vivi dropped down to the floor and pulled him flush with his body with a simple jerk of his hand on his hips. That heady, tingly feeling erupted in his body again as he stumbled into the man's silhouette, inhaling deep with a grin and slight, quiet groan. "B-but Viviiii," he began, struggling a little to keep his balance, so he relied on the Fae in front of him to hold his bodice upright as he tilted on his tiptoes on those filthy little fluffy heels. "Y-you haven't.... upheld our end of the bargainnnnn~" The twink had the nerve to pout, puffing his cheeks up cutely, then exhaled, struggling a little to keep his cool now that alcohol and the smell of that fucking smoke were mingling with one another. His arm lifted to rest on the others bicep, the ring glinting in the low light. There was a different feeling in the atmosphere now... he couldn't quite place it... but it made him smirk almost instantaneously. His chin was lifted as they were drawn closer. This in itself made his breathing hitch and he laughed breathily, the smell of the whiskey on his breath. In his mouth, his fangs extended ever so slightly, and he rolled his hips, grinding just once against the other. "Accept?" Oso opened his pale hoarfrost eyes yet again and then tilted his head slightly, threatening to lean in and close the distance between Vivi's lips and his own. But, he drew back, tapping the other male on his nose with that ringed finger playfully. "I have one condition to aaaadddddddd, angel face." Beneath those glossed lips, his fangs peeked through just as much as Vivi's own did. "I'd love to play this game with you--- but

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I want one more thing." Oso inhaled sharply, sniffing the smell of the Fae's blood pounding beneath his flesh. Then, he lowered his gaze to Vivi's lips before raising them once more. "I want a favor. I'll let you know what it is when I decide. Otherwise, I'm your little slut to sick on anyone you'd like me to. Provided I am rewarded, as every good boy likes to be." He leaned in closer, enunciating every single word. "Just. One. Little. Favor." He laughed quietly, his neck rolling slightly, waiting for Vivi to respond. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Fooling humans into a deal was no big deal. Mortals were foolish creatures, unaware of the danger lurking just in front of their own eyes. Just like the tied up and by now unconscious man had lost his freedom through the bounds of a deal, Vi had hoped that this one already sounded appealing enough for Oso to accept. Of course he did not. At first, Vi did not pull away, waiting for what Oso had to say and certainly, his answer was as enticing as ever. A risk to take even for the Fae. Two could play that game. The thrill caused through the unknown made it impossible for Vi to decline. A devious smile spread across his lips with his fingers pulling Oso in close by the chin. "Deal." The kiss robbed the vampire of his breath, the aura between growing more and more static as the smoke curled around their neck like two snakes entwining with each other until the Fae pulled away slowly. "I think this calls for a celebration, don't you think?" Vi kept Oso's chin within his fingers as he gave the vampire a devious grin before his eyes wandered to settle on that man. "Feel free to have a little drink. Just leave him alive and breathing, understood?" Finally Oso was let go with that last small purr before Vi moved to sit on his lab table once more, waiting how the vampire would react to his special treat. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Oso didn't have to wait long until a vicious grin lifted the Fae's lips into a completely new expression, to which Oso looked down, transfixed, at the sharp pointed teeth that Vivi kept. Then, he was pulled in by those cursed fingers on his chin and a single word was uttered before Vivi's lips met his. Oso leaned into it, gasping lightly as his breath was stolen, his eyes fluttering shut. Beneath his dress, his heart pounded as if he were alive yet again and he moaned, actually moaned, into the man's mouth. Around them, the atmosphere shifted-- it felt the same as when one stands in the rain and the crackle of electricity begins to fill the sky right before lightning strikes. The sheer thrill it sent through his entire body was addictive. His tongue danced behind his lips, though he dare not offer it to the other male on the off chance that those sharp teeth would sever it. The pink haired twink was left gasping when Vivi finally, slowly, pulled away. His pale blue eyes opened ever so slowly and he giggled, dizzy with little stars dancing in his vision. When he was stable (enough) again, Oso registered the words that Vivi had said and looked up into his eyes. His own were dilating rapidly with the scent of the smoke having an effect on him still, and he watched as a mischevious grin crossed his counterparts features. Oso followed Vivi's eyes as they turned to look towards the human, now unconscious, in the chair to their side. Then, he was offered, graciously, something that he would never turn down. A fucking meal. Given, he couldn't drain the fuck out of him, as per Vivi's command. The slut looked back to the male still holding his chin as a grin of his own slid along his lips. He could grab Vivi's wrist, he mused, looking down at it before it slowly retracted. He could grab it, extend his fangs and fucking drain him instead. But the games he had been offered were too much fun to pass up. "And if I... if...if I say no?" He stammered out.

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But, he winked playfully and spun around on those tall heels, the curve of his ass showing a little from under the dress where Vivi had been tugging at his hips, and he swayed over to the shitfaced individual. He looked down at him for a second, debating whether or not he was hungry, shrugged and straddled the guy, fingers tracing up his abdomen even though he was out cold. Then, he tilted the man's face to the side and his fangs instantly extended, sharp as butcher knives. A lick up the man's throat made him shudder. Not with disgust. Not even with hunger. Oso laughed breathily, the alcohol finally making his head spin, and he sunk down, eyes flickering over to Vivi before he pierced the human's ugly flesh. Something about the blood was... wrong. He was eight seconds in before he realized it, closing his eyes to try and determine what it was. But he couldn't put his finger on it. Oso's own breathing was ragged as he inhaled before gulping down a mouthful of life, and he nearly forgot that he wasn't supposed to drain the idiot fully. He swallowed twice more before he leaned back, eyes opening, fully dilated now. Staring at the ceiling, he giggled again, a streak of blood slipping from his lips to drip from his chin to his chest, staining the fabric of that cute little dress that had fallen from his shoulder while he had sat down on the mortal's lap. Suddenly, the world was very fuzzy. And funny, for that matter. Oso's eyes rolled back before he closed them, swallowing again. His sternum rose and fell as he struggled to catch his breath. Then, the sound of Vivi's own breathing caught his attention and he tilted his head to the side, eyes opening with a snap. His tongue swept over his bubblegum glossed lips and he shakily looked the male from his own eyes to his hands on the table, then to his crotch. The little slut grinned, looking back up, though his gaze wouldn't focus on the male the way he wanted it to.

With a start, he stood up and away from the human, dropping his hands to his side and away from the mortal as if he were no longer interested, and he stumbled, catching his hand on the very table that Vivi was sitting on to regain his balance. Swallowing again, he spun, laughing, with his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of intoxication. One, two, three spins and he stumbled into Vivi, nearly breaking an ankle on those fucking heels before he touched a hand to the Fae's knee, moved it to the side and leaned in. "V-Viv-iiiiiiiiiii~ I... I can't fe-eeeel my l-legggggss~" He laughed excitedly and then, with expert swiftness, he undid the male's pants out of the blue, fingertips dipping down beneath the fabric to slid along the flesh beneath. A slow inhale, too close to Vivi's body for comfort, and then Oso lowered himself down, eyes never leaving Vivi's. "It's on-lyyyy fairrrr..." he chuckled, sliding the male's dick from the confines of his pants with gentle, soft fingers. "If I rrrreciprocate, riiiiight?" He giggled, then slid his tongue from his mouth, his fangs retracting, and licked up the male's length without even hesitating. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The Fae watched every single reaction from the vampire in his arms, how he eyed the man across from him or how he turned around to mess with him. Why would Oso want to pass out on such an offer in the first place? With a small chuckle and Vi still holding onto the man's chin, he pulled him just a bit closer again. "Your loss then on an opportunity to feel very fucking good~" he gave him an amused grin before letting the vampire go to feast on that little pig served on a silver tray. Vi knew exactly that this was all a big play with the fire. Vampires reacted differently to his concoctions than humans, some stronger, some weaker. Oso seemed to absolutely loose any sense of reality just after a few sips. When the vampire looked at him with those full moon eyes, the Fae could not deny the shudder he felt down his spine. Thrill. Excitement. He knew that the vampire was now unable to truly hurt or kill the Fae given their existing contract, but that was long forgotten. He couldn't hold back that small groan as he felt that cold hand slide below his surprisingly quickly unbuckled pants. To him, Oso acted like a wild animal that had tasted blood that now was coming back for more, hungry, wanting. The Fae did not push him away as the vampire exposed his slowly hardening member. "Right~" he agreed with a small coo before taking another pull of his pipe, leaning a bit more back on the table for Oso to work. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

The twink's pale carribean eyes blinked slowly, their pupils gigantic in the low light. In their depths swam more than just desire and lust. Hunger and... a promise. An open mouthed smirk crossed his features as Vivi let out the most delectable groan-- music to his little slut's ears. Laughing breathily, he slipped his pierced tongue over the tip of his counterparts cock, sucking it into his mouth briefly before he moved his free hand to rest on the Fae's thigh, brushing his thumb down the sensitive inner area, down to his calf, then to his own body. Giggling as he pushed his dress out of the way, Oso slipped his hand into the thong he was wearing and drew out his own already hard length, the piercings glinting as they were exposed. He spread his legs further so he could have better access to his own member, then began slowly pumping himself. Once again, those damned eyes never once left Vivi, even though Oso was kneeling before him. His fangs peeked out from his lips as he swept the dark haired man into his mouth once more, swirling his tongue just once before popping off. His other hand, the one with the ring still on it, dipped further into Vivi's pants, watching as Vivi took a pull from his pipe, and his fingers wrapped around his cock, his thumb supporting it as he went down, curling his tongue to either side of the cock in front of him before he giggled again, darker in nature this time, and took him in fully, all the way to the back of his throat. Drool slid down from the side of his mouth as he sucked in, pressing his lips loosely against the flesh, dragging up as his hand on himself increased in pace. Blue eyes flickered with the telltale sign of pleausre, slightly rolling backwards as he gasped upon releasing Vivi. A string of saliva followed him, and he smiled again, allowing it to drip down Vivi's length. Again, he laughed, struggling to breathe past the alcohol and tainted blood in his system. Seeming to have forgotten how to speak, he

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pushed Vivi's leg as far to the side as he could, then got down on his knees, his dress hiking up over his ass and revealing the pastel pink thong lined with false diamonds along the curve of his hips. Panting as he used his tongue to guide Vivi back into his mouth again, he twisted his neck, tilting his head slightly to the side as he began blowing the other, quickening his pace on his own dick as he slid that cock back into his mouth, twisting his tongue along its length before focusing on the tip. Little muffled moans soon sounded from his larynx, and every time he nearly choked on his spit, he pushed it to Vivi's flesh, slicking what was in his mouth even further to the point that drool fell to the ground by his hand on the floor. Not long later, his body went rigid, baby blue eyes crossed and rolled, and he pushed his face as far forward as he could, gagging as his own cum soiled his hand. He groaned, eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment as his back arched like a cat, his his spine visible from Vivi's point of view due to his dress having fallen from both his biceps now. He choked, spitting as he retreated. Then, he sat back on his ass, raising his cum covered hand in front of him, inspecting it silently before those cursed eyes glanced back up at Vivi, a breathless grin slipping to his wet lips. Then, in the most mania driven fashion, he put that ringed hand, sticky with his release, on the tip of Vivi's cock, smearing the cum along the Fae's cock before he sat back up. Again, without a single word uttered, Oso rolled his palm against the flesh there and tapped his dirty fingers on the veins before he twisted his grip and, achingly slow, licked from the base to the very tip of Vivi's member. Moments later, He was spelling his full, legal name with his tongue around Vivi's cock in his mouth. His ragged breathing increased as he felt himself begin to harden yet again, his free hand raising Vivi's leg so that it rested over his shoulder.

But Oso wasn't going to stop anytime soon, the cum smearing on his lips, even on his jawline as his slobber trickled down the side of his mouth, mixing with the cum. He whimpered before he deep throated Vivi multiple times, gagging each and every time. His dilated eyes had closed for the time being, until he remembered what he was doing and to WHO, and he looked up. With four pumps, he pressed Vivi's cock to the back of his throat, wet noises erupting around them as he did so before he drew back, licking between his fingers to clean what cum and spit up he could while he gasped for air, chest heaving. "aaa-aahhh... V-Viviiii, you taste soooo goodddd..." He blushed unabashedly, tilting his head up before he stumbled to his feet and into Vivi's frame. With both their dicks out, he pressed messy lips to Vivi's throat, inhaling shakily as his fangs dragged along the man's flesh. With a subtle movement, he pressed his cock against Vivi's and melted into him, his breath hitching as he gripped Vivi's cock in a single hand, using his thumb to press his own against it. Then, he increased the pressure on his fingers and forced them to rub against one another while his teeth grazed Vivi's jawline, fangs dangerously close to piercing. They were extended with delight and ecstasy as he rolled his hips, spreading the cum and saliva on Vivi's member to his own before they were both slick with the stuff. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Lust was something Fae had always valued. Pleasure, something to indulge in or to make use of it to lure others. Vi was not inexperienced himself and already had several pleasureable encounters with humans, even some vampire's on rarer occasions. However, Oso was on a whole different level. The way his tongue swirled around his tip, grazing along his shaft while bobbing his head slowly up and down was a sight to behold. The way his clothes slowly slipped away from their proper place to reveal more and more every time he took all of the Fae. Those coral eyes looking up at him before rolling further back with another delicious moan reverberating in the back of his throat. It was a truly amazing sight. While trying to keep calm, even the Fae could not hold back a few small groans of pleasure with his head rolling back. Keeping his legs spread, he could feel drops of the drool sliding down his thighs, hearing those sloppy sounds and moans as they got to their peek. Vi watched with delight how Oso came while choking on his cock before reaching out to slowly make his own member even more appetizing to taste. His erection twitched at the vampire's small touch, waiting until Oso took it all a few more times until the slut pulled back again. Vi's hand snaked around that hip swiftly, holding him as he felt those piercings rub against his own erection. Despite the vampire's efforts, Vi had not found his release yet, but he was determined to get what he wanted. His fingers gently slid up into the slut's pink hair, stroking it softly before yanking Oso's head back all of a sudden. "I'm sure you wouldn't mind tasting some more, wouldn't you, Oso?" Vi leaned I'm with that lustful and mischevous grin before Oso found his way back on his knees. Something within the Fae had changed. It was as if he was done just sitting here enjoying his treatment.

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Vi kept his hand in the vampire's hair before pushing him forward to take it all once again. This time, Vi could y stop the movement of his hips as he thrust deep down Oso's throat. "That's it. Such a good little slut~" he let out a deep groan, biting his lower lip at the delicious sight to his knees. It didn't take longer than a few more deep rapid thrusts until Vi found himself close to be thrown over the edge. "Fuuck~ take it all that's it..." With one last groan, Vi threw his head back as he came. Before that he was quick enough to yank Oso's head back for one string of seed to land within the vampire's open mouth. The two remaining strings followed after to spread across the boy's face. With ragged breath, Vi took a moment to admire his work, his grip loosening as he patted those pink locks softly. "Look at you. What a mess you are~" he mused with a small chuckle. "Such a pretty little slut" @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

While Oso was not aware of everything surrounding him, he was aware of the way that Vivi's hand slipped around his waistline, resting again on his pierced hips. Though, his attention to this did not linger seeing as he was distracted. The feeling of those opal piercings rubbing along his counterparts flesh, while also spreading his cum and saliva onto the Fae's cock... it felt so good to him. Oso didn't feel the immortal's hand as he slid it up into the twink's dyed hair, focusing instead on the thrum of the life force beneath Vivi's thin skin on his neck. Without being aware of it, his fangs had come too close to breaking the skin there. When he was suddenly yanked backwards, he moaned, gasping at the pressure on his skull as he was pulled away. A gutteral laugh escaped his lips and his eyes opened halfway, lashes concealing most of his sapphire gaze as he looked down his nose at the other male when he listened to what he said. Shaking his head no in response, he allowed the Fae to force his body down to the floor again with a rough push and then he obediently opened his mouth, eyes flicking upwards to look at Vivi for a moment while he was pulled back onto the length that had just been in his hand and up against his cock. Surprise painted his expression when he found that he could not make his own movements. Instead, Vivi rolled his hips, thrusting forcefully into the slut's mouth. Oso scrambled to get a grip on the floor first with his manicured hands before one found its way to Vivi's ankle and he steadied himself, trying not to choke too much as he was face fucked. A praise slipped into his ears and he smiled for a moment before he was yanked again, the tip of Vivi's member pressing faster and and faster against the back of his throat. This time, he did gag, multiple times, moaning in between. Vivi spoke again before he groaned and Oso looked up, tears in his eyes from choking, and he watched with blurry vision as the male's head tilted bac

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kwards, his erection in Oso's mouth hot and pulsing. With a yelp, Oso choked as he was yanked off that shaft and Vivi's cum landed on his lips and his cheeks. Swallowing instantly, he laughed breathlessly, face flushed red with the effort of holding back the gags. With the man's hand still in his locs, Oso licked his lips and raised his tattooed hand from Vivi's ankle to his face, swiping the cum from his cheeks to his mouth and licking his fingers naughtily, giggling with cheek as he did so. His vision, however, began to darken as Vivi finished up giving him a compliment. The next thing Oso knew, he was waking up, naked, in his own bed. His dress was nowhere in sight... but... he sniffed the atmosphere and instantly opened his eyes with a snap. He could recognize that cologne and sweet coppery smell of blood anywhere. Nearly at the same time, the prickling of a sharp headache slapped his skull dead in the back. Reaching over to grab a pillow, he twisted his body and curled in on himself, covering his face with the satin item in his hand. Fucking ouch. Groaning, he peeked out from under the thing, finding Caius's silhouette without much effort, though he used only one eye barely opened to seek him out. He closed his eye fully to try and eliminate the low light of the room that reached his vision. "What is it?" he groaned, wincing at the sound of his own voice reverberating inside his cranium. "My fucking head hurtssss..." the added commentary was more for himself as an affirmation that indeed, it did fucking hurt, and he hissed his words quietly. Caius would be able to hear them, but he didn't care. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Caius had waited within Oso's chambers eversince his men had returned the fledgeling. Passed out and sullied in cum, the king had ordered for the young one to be cleaned before being put to proper rest. Now he sat there on the couch, sunken within the pages of that small book in hand. The room was only dimly lit by the nightly light of New York that streamed in from the huge glass window front. Waves of liquid gold framed his sharp contoured face, his skin glowing like marble of a Greek statue. "Welcome back, Oso." The familiar smooth and rich voice filled the room for a second as crimson eyes settled on the shifting pile of blankets and pillows. "Can a maker not be worried for their protégér's well being?" Caius noted with a small smile before his eyes settled back to focus on his book. "I suppose it is all for the sucess of your mission, is it not? Am i right to assume everything is going as planned?" The king was already very much aware about Oso's activities, about the nights the Fae had tempted him into, and furthermore the deal the fledgeling so foolishly had agreed to... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Although Oso could have responded right away, Caius’s voice, smooth and soothing, was still like an air horn to the male. He winced without knowing that he did so and then , groaning, he moved the pillow and sat up, quivering when the soreness of his muscles screamed with discomfort. The pink haired man raised a hand to his head so that he could hold it, then blinked slowly. “Hmmm.” He groaned, bending his knees so that he could rest his head on them, noticing the small smile that painted his makers lips before he closed his eyes completely. “Everything is fine, why wouldn’t it be? It’s loooooots of fun and….” He stopped himself from saying the rest, opening a single eye to glance at the other male in the room, illuminated by the night lights that he had grown to understand were a prison of sorts. When the curtains were not closed, all he ever saw was the blur of the life that he no longer lived… at least not truly. His brows rose and a sneer crossed his facial features playfully. “Are you jealous, Caius, that I haven’t been spending as much time with youuu?” Oso chuckled and then sneered before he allowed the sheets to drop from his pale flesh decorated with colorful neon tattoos. It was then that he swallowed and moved his hand to his throat to find the necklace that vivi had stolen and then promised to give back in return for the ring that he’d taken from the little piggy. His fingers wavered over the top of the silver and pink colors, then he sighed with a bored expression snd turned to look back at the man, wondering when he was going to get his answer. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The immortals eyes remained on the pages of his book for now as Oso had emerged from his blankets. Everything about his body seemed to scream for a reason yet unknown to him. Still, when the fledgeling opened his mouth to speak, the aura in the room changed. An icy cold crawled over the young ones back as crimson eyes had settled on Oso for the first time. "It would be wise to not forget to whom you are speaking to." Caius tone was calm, a small smile underlining his statement that was an obvious warning for Oso to mind his tongue in the presence of his savior. "It will always be just a matter of time until you return to me." The pressure that had built up on Oso's shoulders remained, even as the room returned to his original temperature. "One cannot stray too far away from their maker afterall. That is what I have always taught you, right?" Caius smile was soft, but his words were like the strike of a snake. Tne ancient one rose from his seat after putting the book aside on the couch, now slowly approaching the side of the bed. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

As soon as Oso spoke, he knew immediately the mistake he'd made. His body went rigid and he shut his mouth quickly. Beautiful pale blue eyes averted their gaze away from the rubies that had slid to look in his direction. It was hard to breathe, he realized, and with horror, his body reacted in a way that he knew was wrong but... the scent of Caius's blood bath, recent by the stench of iron, made him shiver with hunger. Oso quickly looked up from under his lashes at the blonde haired male and his breathing hitched as he observed the small smile on his palette. "My apologies, my lord. Please forgive me..." Oso's tone change and his immediate change in behavior made this sound flat and rushed, but honest nevertheless. A beg for mercy in the form of an apology. The pink haired twink could feel his breathing quicken when Caius stood, fluidly placing the book on the couch as he spoke. Oso watched its pages fold in on themselves, the lines of ink blurring together as he nodded with compliance in response to his masters words. Goosebumps rippled along his arms, up his shoulders and down his tattooed spine as Caius drew near to him. Oso felt the familiar bitter taste in his mouth as the length between his legs hardened with the anticipation of being touched by the male. Swallowing, he moved the blankets and greeted the man by offering to hold his wrist. If it was given to him, Oso would flip it over and breathe the length of the vein in the arm, dragging his tongue along it, optics trained on Caius's own eyes. His fangs would pulse, his chest would pound with expectation despite himself. Oso was in full view now, and despite the state he'd been aroused to just by the sound of Caius's voice, Oso would feel no hint of modesty or embarrassment. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

As the king slowly approached, Oso visvly changed. Realizing the mistake he made, he avoided his makers gaze until Caius stood besides the bed. Without another word, Oso had pulled the sheets aside, revealing his full body to it's master. There was nothing he could hide within Caius presence, a sign of obedience and surrender. "I want this job to work out as planned without any interruptions." The Immortal went on to speak before one of the arms folded behind his back reached out to hold onto Oso's jaw, forcing his gaze up to meet those eyes of his maker. "Do not loose sight of our goal. Understood, Oso?" Caius' words were clear. A command that should not be disobeyed. Once he'd heard the fledgelings words of a knowledgement, crimson eyes caught a quick glance at the others body for the first time. Seemingly acknowledging Oso's needs for the first time, Caiu's demeanor changed to a softer expression, full of false love and care. "Good." Caius cooed gently, feeling the lust and yearn for more of the young one. With Oso's mouth having been forced to this slight agape, the king saw those fangs elongated, throbbing with hunger as those blue eyes looked up at the boy's savior with desire. The king knew exactly what the young one wanted, the grip around his chin loosening to only be a simple touch below the chin to keep the focus on him. "Use your words." A soft smile, another soft coo that would make all worries dissapear with the promise for more... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

The very presence of his master was enough to make Oso's body react in accordance to how he'd been trained over the last couple of years. The closer Caius came, the more the chemicals in his creations brain slipped a dosage of desire to Oso's system that couldn't be ignored. His bare chest heaved and a cold, anxiety driven sweat beaded between his tattooed shoulder blades. The chill of the room could not even begin to be blamed for his rigid behavior now. Normally, it is fight or flight that is taught as the options for how humans react when in pressing situations. But Oso... Oso was a 'freeze' kind of soul. Pale eyes traveled up his maker's form, too slow for Caius's liking, seeing as his hand snaked forward and forced Oso's jaw to tilt upwards, his gaze capturing that of the feminine male in front of him. Oso didn't flinch, but the muscles tensed as though he were preparing to. While Caius spoke, Oso did not dare break the eye contact Caius presented to him, nodding immediately in response to the command, his tone quiet as he himself raised his voice. "Yes, Master." His nerves were on edge, but his voice remained smooth as honeyed mead. Oso would never, NEVER, dare to disobey the man whose digits framed the twink's jawline now. And it reflected here and now, eyes unblinking, unwilling, unable to look away. A moment passed where the blonde haired Fang tilted his own gaze to observe the state that Oso was in, and his demeanor shifted ever so slightly. Relief-- if that was the right word to describe what emotion spilled over the fledgelings guts, relaxing his muscles and loosening the knot that had formed in his throat. He swallowed it down, hunger pulsing within his esophagus when he inhaled and caught the cologne of his savior right up close to his features. Caius's voice raised again and Oso shivered, leaning into the hand still grasping his chin, and he inhaled deep, finally closing his hoarfrost eyes. His jaw had gone slack, and his lips

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quivered, eyes slowly opening and staring back up at the other vampire, the one who had Turned him, the one who had saved him. His stomach flipped as soon as he saw the look in the other's eyes and he found that he couldn't look away, transfixed. Caius was beautiful. But not in the way that a flower was, or even a work of art. Caius was beautiful in the way that winter was striking. A cold and deadly beauty that offered peace and tranquility... while also carrying the capability to take away everything and everyone that one held dear to their heart if one made the wrong choice or spoke too quickly without thinking through their words first. It was a delicate dance, interacting with him. Oso swallowed again at the sound of his maker's voice, inviting him to speak again. "It is... impossible..." Oso breathed, the shivers he'd felt before falling away into a false warmth that radiated from the male in front of him. "Impossible," he repeated, blinking as he tried to form his words again, "to desire anyone other than you." These words weren't untrue. They were not meant to flatter the male-- honesty radiated from the pink haired man's vocal chords. He couldn't lie in the face of his Savior. Oso lifted his hand and traced two fingers along the other's wrist, leaning into the touch again. "In this life, the only one I have wanted-- is you." A small smile graced his lips and he laughed slightly, closing his eyes as he gripped the wrist extended towards him with grace. "The hunger... is only quelled when it is satisfied by you." Oso opened his eyes again, breathing shaky by now as he pleaded-- begged. "I want to feed, but need it to from you. Please, my Lord..." Oso gripped a little more firmly now, his black nails pressing crescents into the male's flesh as he breathed in again, eyes dilating with anticipation. "It has been so long since... since I last truly felt full." @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Every word, so sweet and tender, had been carefully engraved into Oso's mind. Caius could only smile at the feel of hunger and desire that truly craved but one thing that only his master could give him. Not shaken by the grip on his wrist, the vampire gave the fledgeling a warm elegant look. "Good." With these words the ancient one let go of Oso's chin as he sat down on the edge of the bed besides him. Without another word he offered him his left arm, holding it out towards him, waiting for those youthful fangs to pierce his skin. A mild gasp slipped the Immortal's lips as Oso began to drink. He could feel the blood rushing through his body, the venom spreading through his body sending a delightful shiver up his back. Caius was patient, letting Oso drink his fill until he was satiated. "Beautiful." The vampire chuckled lightly, watching Oso's tongue graze over his bloody lips before his hand rose to brush one of the hairstyling behind his pierced ear. Oso was beautiful within his vampiric form. A rose that wilted against the cold of winter, but bloomed even more beautiful the next spring. Truly a masterpiece of his makers work... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

It wasn't that Oso was starving. He wasn't. But, comparing how he felt when he fed directly from Caius to how he felt when he fed from any other being--- human, fae, or the like... Oso never truly felt... full. As if there were a part deep down inside of him that could not be satisfied unless it was by the likes of his Creator. On any other day, this would have left a foul and bitter taste in the younger male's mouth.... but for some reason, here and now, he could only process the immensely strong feeling of gratitude, which reflected in his pale eyes alight with moonlight and the glow of the night life outside the window opposite the duet's frames. With uncanny grace, the male's Master shifted his weight and settled himself beside Oso, his silhouette shifting the way that the sheets fell off of Oso's limbs ever so slightly, revealing the delicate lines of his tattoos even further. Caius was beside him now, offering the twink his left forearm, which, in response, the fledgling cupped and, without a moments hesitation, lowered his fangs and closed those cursed eyes as he began to feed. The blood that flowed from Caius's arm was warm and heady, it's taste matching the wonderful, intoxicating smell that had met his senses earlier from the man's flesh. The soft gasp that fell from Caius's lips as Oso swallowed his first mouthful, elongated fangs pulsing in the thin skin of the other's wrist, made the slut open his eyes slightly yet again, lifting their gaze to look with adoration at his Savior. Hunger rippled through his body. Both that which resonated in his gut, and the kind that pulled at that which rested between his legs. He shifted, uncomfortable with the pleasure that met him there. He swallowed five times before he leaned back, gasping for air, chest heaving in the dimly lit room, neck tilted to expose his own throat as he dizzily smiled at the ceiling, moaning slightly as the last of the blood trailed down the insides of his esophagus. "C-Cai

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--My lord..." Forgetting himself yet again, he didn't bother to correct it a second time, the feeling of desire and love that he felt for the other apparent in the sound of the man's name lingering on his bloodied lips. He shivered as he was touched by his superior. More. He wanted more. He would never get enough of that touch-- even though the very feeling of it made him want to coil in on himself and hide. "It's been so longggg..." Oso groaned, the taste of the coppery blood on his tongue making his head spin. Giggling quietly, he tilted his head back down, earrings swinging against Caius's fingers. "Thaaanks for the meallll...." @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

With every gulp that Oso took, the more desire bloomed within the fledgelings chest. Caius could feel his hunger, that burning desire within even after Oso was done drinking. A desire that only his maker could fulfill. With blue crystal eyes the fledgeling stared at the ancient one. His giggles were certainly adorable with the way he tilted his head. With a small smile on his lips, Caius' hand reached out to pull the young one in closer gently by the chin, his thumb slowly tracing over his lips. "Such a mess." He chuckled while rubbing a small smidge of blood out of the corner of Oso's lips. It was a play of want and need, a small gesture that made it clear that the vampire could go ahead with his demands. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Not moments after he moved his head down to look at Caius through a half lidded gaze, Oso found himself letting out a surprised gasp when he was pulled in closer, eyes widening and searching those of his Maker. He couldn't control the massive shiver that rippled down his flesh, causing him to clutch onto the dark silken sheets when a thumb was brushed over his bloodied lips. How he hated it. This feeling that only Caius could incur. Shakily exhaling, Oso closed his eyes and leaned into the touch that the other vampire offered to him, one who was much, much, much older he himself was, and perhaps ever would be. He could do this. He had survived nearly three years under his Savior's care. He. Could. Do. This. The twink inhaled sharply, opened his eyes with a narcissistic expression slanting their edges as he bounced forward, arching his spine into an elegant curve as he did so. The perfume that came along with his own presence spilled between them. Whoever had cleaned Oso had been kind enough to use his own soaps on him. Oso preferred a more feminine scent, which reflected in his use of soaps and perfumes that smelled lightly of hibiscus, vanilla, nectarine and black currant. A sickeningly sweet stench. Oso ignored the tinge of fear that ran down the back of his nape, choosing instead to lower his gaze to Caius's full lips, his own lifting into a soft smile while his hand that was on the sheets moved to cage the other man in. He lifted his bare legs to straddle the other, keeping his face close and in his Master's grip, lashes fluttering as he looked back up slowly, rolling his pelvis against the others to suggest his already apparent desire. "You've ignored me for a while now, my Lord~" he pouted, feeling his gut clench as he resisted the urge to bolt and tear out of the room at top speed. If he did that... he would be caught within moments. And killed right then and there. It was safer this way, he'd found, to play with the wolf. Little pants

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fell from his lips as he rolled his hips again, this time jerking slightly at his own animalistic urges. He gave into a dangerous one, which had him leaning forward to flick his tongue out and lick at his superior's fingers, saliva dripping down the digits generously. One of his manicured hands slid from the sheets to his Lord's shirt, sliding up under it after toying with the edge of it teasingly, cold fingers quivering against Caius's flesh, unable to hide his trepidation despite his dilated pupils and sexual advances. "Will you play with me for a while tonight? I want to playyyy...." @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Vanilla, Hibiscus, nectarine. Those were the components making up that sweet scent which lingered in Caius nose. That sweet scent that Oso wore for himself and his maker. His whole body was burning with desire as the young vampire moved to straddle his master. Caius only knew him too well. Every touch below his shirt, every flick of his tongue a cry for help. Oso was in a fragile state. His despair and fear were as prominent as his lust lingering on the top to Caius. Right now, he was in desperate need for the ancient ones attention. It was the only thing that would keep the fledgeling hooked to reality, to hear these words of validation and approval. "Of course." Caius whispered, a soft devious smile playing on his lips before he pulled Oso into a kiss. His lips were tender, filled with false love and passion as his other hand sneaked around to hold Oso by his waist. Slowly did he deepen their kiss as his icy fingers trailed up the sluts curved spine. "Such a pretty boy." Caius words were a soft coo of affirmation, the drug that made Oso come back crawling to him over and over again. The fledgeling was under his complete control. He had no other choice. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

He could do this. Oso's heart fluttered when Caius gave him permission-- confirmed that he was indeed there to play with the slut for the night. The pink haired Fang was met with a soft kiss, full of faux romantic emotions that were easily mistaken for ones of true love, and he arched his back even further as he felt his Master's touch along his vertebrae. Their kiss was deepened by the older vampire before words of affirmation fell from his lips, a poisonous tonic that was exactly what Oso needed to hear. He moaned slightly and then giggled lazily, forcing the sound at first, then he lowered his gaze, looking down his Lord's torso before he began to undo the buttons on his shirt. His breathing began to speed up as those buttons were undone one by one. Oso's cold, shaking fingers slid up the male's body as he unveiled his perfect flesh, then he gently put pressure on the others flesh, offering for him to lower to the sheets. If he did so, that arched back would fold like a cats and he would practically crawl along the man's exposed skin, splaying his fingertips along Caius's ribcage, his teeth grazing his navel before he lowered his lips further to that damn fabric that still blocked his reach further below his waistline. He wanted the pants gone. Even if Caius didn't take his offer for Oso to crawl along him like a bitch in heat, Oso would still lower himself so that he was at his Master's mercy, piercing blue eyes never leaving those cursed ones of his superior. A smile, this time a truly intoxicated one full of unmistakable admiration. "It's you who is the beautiful one, my Lorddddd..." he inhaled deep, making it a point to roll his eyes back into his skull as he felt his excitement heighten at the anticipation of what was to come next. By now, Oso was already hard. A cold sweat beaded along his brow as he flicked out his tongue and dragged it lazily down the man's pelvic bone, sucking in his skin and swirling his tongue before he drew back

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and let go, Then, he tilted his head, giggling as he reached up to gently touch the regal's hand with his own, bringing it to his mouth again to kiss the pad of each fingertip. "Touch me, please." The plea was clear in his vocals, the need so much more intense and insanely strong than it was when he was with anyone else. "Tell me what to do, Master. I'll do anything for you." And he would. Oso meant it. The way he was panting, unable to catch his breath now... it was clear. Restless and desperate, Oso needed Caius more than he had ever needed anything in his life. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Oso was drowning. Drowning within despair and longing for his maker. Caius was just playing along, letting the young one satisfy his lust for now. He watched with interest how Oso unbuttoned his shirt, feeling those cold fingers trail along his exposed chest. Unlike how Oso wanted the ancient one to lay down, Caius only leaned back a bit, resting his upper body on his stretched out arm while his other remained teasingly tracing down the others delectable spine. As the other took his hand, Caius let him place those sweet kisses before he let his palm brush against the others cheek before settling to grab the other by the chin. The ancient ones eyes were laced with gold amongst the usual red, a sign of his own burning desire of lust lingering under his skin. For a moment he just stared into the others baby blue eyes, almost entrancing the other with his mesmerizing gaze before he finally pulled Oso into a deep and passionate kiss. "Spread your legs." Three simple words, a whisper and a promise at the same time as Caius pulled away to let the other take his position near the top of the bed. While Oso waited, the vampire went ahead to loosen his own pants and letting it fall besides the bed on the floor alongside with his top. With his own erection now freed and the rest of his body exposed, the vampire looked almost more god like. Like a animal, Caius lowered his body over the other, arms near the others body pinning Oso in place beneath him. "What is it you desire?" The vampire spoke with a deeper sultry voice, waiting for the other to answer before he'd make another move... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Caius didn’t lay down fully, but still the Master of time’s little slut didn’t seem to mind, going about his movements as he had originally planned. With Caius’s reassuring hand on his vertebrae, Oso felt both invincible and at the man’s mercy. More than likely, he was in the position of being in the latter above the former. Blinking as his free hand brushed against the younger male’s cheek, Oso smiled gently, then flinched when his chin was taken, though his eyes never once betrayed anything but the lust that lay beneath their depths. Pulled into a dark, deep kiss, Oso swallowed and whimpered, forcing his lashes to shutter his cerulean gaze from the room lit only by the lights of surrounding skyscrapers, passing planes and city lights that cast a hazy, neon glow on his tattooed flesh. Rolling his pierced hips again, the kiss was broken far too soon for his liking– but who was he to complain when it came to what his Master wanted? Finally, the command came. Three words that told him exactly what to do. Oso, reluctant to leave the touch of his Lord, slid gracefully past him, twisting his skeleton so that he was on his back rather than on his hands and knees. A vulnerable enough position– his pierced navel was exposed, free to be gutted should Caius so wish to do so. An obedient little fuck toy, Oso raised those elaborately tattooed arms to welcome to the predatory silhouette of his Master as he lowered himself over the man. Oso brushed back a stray slip of hair that had slid from Caius’s shoulder and grinned toothily, spreading his legs exactly as he’d been ordered to. One leg maneuvered to raise his calf and brush it along the upper thigh of the male who he had agreed to give everything– literally, everything, to. Inhaling again, he had the nerve to blush slightly, anticipation sending shivers rolling through his limbs. Caius spoke again, and Oso tilted his head as if he were listening intently, and indeed he was. Confusion passed over his featu

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res for a brief moment. Caius was...asking what he wanted? Raising his nape, Oso stretched further, exposing himself as much as possible. “I want you to hold me. To fill me up. Cover me in your scent so that I can’t wash it offfff~” Oso chortled, twisting the satin sheets in his fist still in the sheets while his other hand rested along the blonde vampire’s broad shoulder blades. A voracious tone entered his throat now, “I want to be useful. I want to be yours. To know I'm still yours.” Now, a plea, full of cancerous candy sugary sweetness, came in his next words. “I want you to FUCK ME.” @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

The touch of the other was as desperate as the tone of those pleas of despair. Oso was vulnerable, making his submission clear by the way he exposed his body just after the vampire's simple command. Oso was desperate, begging for guidance as the option Caius had given him was not an option at all. "Good. Then..." Caius gave the other a warming smile, but with hunger in his eyes that could make the other shiver. While his one hand remained pinned aside of oso's chest, Caius brought the other up to his lips, coating two of his fingers slowly in his saliva before he let the hand dissapear somewhere lower out of sight for the fledgeling. "Let all your worries fade away." Caius lowered his body a bit, their noses only inches apart as he inserted the first finger slowly. He was not a monster afterall. What Oso need was tge gentle guidance of his master and savior so this was what exactly he'd give him. "Only if you give yourself to me, your pain will dissapear. Replaced by pleasure only I can bring you." With lowered voice Caius whispered those words against the others lips, feeding those thoughts into the others fragile and suggestive mind. They were mere repetitions of what the vampire had engraved into the other already, but right now it were those words that would give Oso comfort. "Because you belong to me." Another finger slid in along with a low whisper. "You are mine." His lips pressed firmly against the other. A firm and passionate kiss that took the others breath away. A kiss that was filled with hunger, and desire that basically forced the other to yield. To give in. To let themselves be devoured... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 (edited)

Caius spoke again, praising the other for speaking exactly what he wanted despite the oddity of being asked what he, Oso himself, wanted. His smile was as candlelight is. Warm, promising, yet with the threat of being able to be snuffed should Oso not be the good little boy that he needed to be. It did not promise the blanket that he so wished to be held in despite Oso's promiscuous nature. And yet-- Caius was the one and only constant that Oso had ever known besides the cruel hand of his own father and the present absence of his lovely mother... the pink haired slut swallowed at this thought, blinking it away as he watched as his maker slicked his fingers with saliva before they disappeared beyond where he could see. His breathing hitched, and he felt his body tighten despite himself. Averting his gaze, Oso felt the part of a virgin again. His heart had the clipped wings of a bird in a wrought iron cage. Rusting. But elaborately made and owned by a beautiful creature... Caius. With his next words, Oso closed his eyes and nodded, allowing the suggestive prompt to wash over his organs. His muscles. His bones. Everything. The tightness fell away and Oso opened bright blue portals once more, gasping breathlessly as one would when they felt their first touch ever from one that was not their own pleasuring hand. He melded against that digit, his walls squeezing a little. Love. He loved Caius. Yes, that's what this was! Gazing dreamily up into the other male's garnet touched eyes, he blinked back the tears that he could feel pricking at his ducts. Not from pain. No. But from sheer adoration. Oso dare not speak a single word from his dry throat. His lips parted, parched with a thirst that only the man above him could sufficiently quench and quell. Nodding again, Oso felt the tipping point of his mind begin to tilt, his breathing hitched as it did, and his fingers played with the silken strands of hair that still remained within reach of his fingertips. So soft... just the

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same as the touch now within him. The same as the words that came to his ears. Because you belong to me. When was it that Oso began to shake? A second finger slipped past his entrance, taking its place alongside the first, curling. A low declaration comprised of three words that sounded to Oso like the promise of eternity together, cane in the form of another whisper. He did not miss the way that his Lord poised himself closer, lips nearly grazing his own, which he longed to take, yet at the same time feared to do so....until that's exactly what his Maker was doing. Claiming him while he also pressed for Oso to submit. Oso shut his eyes and felt his groin jump, hardening further. Not that he hadn't already been doing so at a slower pace due to his Savior's touch. He jerked for a moment, his inner self reminding him that this was NOT what he imagined it was. But he wanted to believe it was. He was Caius's. And with those digits sliding in and out of him, pressing against him gently.... Oso could not help it. From the corner of his eye closest to that little hello kitty tattoo and dermal piercing, a hot streaking tear flew down like a comet entering the atmosphere. Gratitude, relief, and LOVE erupted from his silhouette and escaped his larynx in the form of a hiccuped moan. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Every moan that Oso made was like a melody, only for Caius to hear. His beautiful songbird in a golden cage, his wings clipped only for his master to grant him the ability to fly during the others wildest dreams. While Caius pressed a small smile against the others lips, his fingers curled inside the other, over and over again before splitting them apart to stretch the fledgeling out. Right now, Oso was filled with the adoration for his one and only master, his savior. A poor sheep that needed guidance. After a few more moments of keeping their lips together and tongues tangled, Caius pulled his fingers back out before shifting closer to the other. His kisses wandered along Oso's jawline as his wetted hand propped itself besides the others waist. His own burning desire pressed against the other, grinding slowly with every hungry kiss that Caius placed. His breath was hot against Oso's skin, a sign that Caius had just fed. Still, his mind and body were filled with hunger for more. The ancient one paused for a moment, reveling in this moment of desire. "My good boy." Caius whispered against the others neck before his tip slowly pushed inside the other. The vampire's hips rocked slowly, each thrust burying his shaft deeper inside the other until Oso had completely taken him. The ancient one felt a small groan leave his lips as his hips slowly began to rock again, his thrusts quickly picking up the pace. Every push, every slam of his body into the other was deeper than the last as Caius listened to those sweet senseless moans. @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

Caius's shadow flickered in the low light as it draped along Oso's bare silhouette dressed only in vibrant tattoos. And Oso welcomed Caius into his arms like a long lost lover would their beloved, full of reverence and the highest regard. Every time his Maker's fingers curled, the little sluts body would coil even further, forcing his legs further apart so that the blonde had better access to him-- and when he spread him, he could feel his entrance pulse. Soft mews slipped between his teeth, right into Caius's mouth. With his tongue dancing with his Master's, he couldn't help the drool that pooled and slid from the side of his open mouth, spilling down his cheek to the pillowcase. Of course, the touch was gone too soon for Oso, and he was left wanting, nipples erect in the chilled room, though the heat from Caius's lips that suggested he had recently fed was enough to warm Oso's core, however bad it craved to be filled. His mouth left the sex worker's and slid to the plush angles of Oso's smooth jawline as his weight shifted to level itself evenly amongst the downy mattress. When he pressed against Oso, the fledgling shivered, his hand sliding from Caius's shoulders to wind his fingers in that beautiful head of hair. "Mmmm~!" English was difficult to put together into comprehensive words currently. He couldn't help it... he whimpered as his Master slowly grinded against his body. "P-Pleasee..." Teasing. Preparing him. Oso could only view this as a kindness, and he closed his eyes to the dim shapes in the room and heaved a breath that caught in his throat twice. That's when Caius whispered an affirmation that came with the gentle push of his member to what Oso had kept open with his legs spread apart, though his knees shook-- was it fear? Anticipation? Whatever it was, Oso's lashes fluttered open and his piercing eyes rolled back briefly as he relaxed, taking in the slow motions of his Master's hips as he engulfed him to the hilt. The *fullnes

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s* of it... pre cum spilled onto his abdomen and more tears, this time from both eyes, slid free. His coy smile, usually full of flashing teeth and sneers, did not rise to his lips. Instead, gratitude pulled at the corners of his mouth and he tilted his head back, exposing his throat submissively as his free hand splayed, letting go of the sheets, rising to his lover's face, cupping his cheek with his digits on either side of his ear. The hiccupped moan from earlier was followed up by a long, relieved one that was so loud, there was no doubt in his mind that anyone near to the door could hear it. As the male above him groaned and began to move his hips again, Oso's ribs felt like they'd been broken and removed. His lungs expanded, and another dollish moan slid past his lips as he rocked with Caius, following every movement that he'd learned to anticipate after having the man play with him on multiple occasions. He swallowed before Caius picked up speed and then he was slammed into, earning his partner a moan of appreciation. Oso's soft touch on Caius slipped every so often, but always replaced itself where it had been, and his adoring body tightened around his counterpart's shaft as he adjusted his knees to stabilize himself better, their shaking having increased drastically. When he could no longer keep from slipping, his toes pointed and the soft flesh of his left calf dragged along Caius's hip after he lifted it in the air. "M-more...more!" His hand, tangled in the blonde strands of hair, returned to his Savior's shoulder and he gripped the flesh there, manicured black nails careful not to dig in though his fingertips put a considerable bit of pressure on the flesh. Eyes still fluttering open and closed from the sheer feeling of being taken by the one who 'loved' him, Oso couldn't form coherent sentences. Instead, splices of one came from his lips. "S-So ha-happyyyy~!" @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Sounds of flesh and desire filled the room. Breathless moans and groans as skin collided as mind, body and soul entwined between a master and his offspring. Every little moan was like a reward for Caius, only fueling his burning passion further as he thrust harder into the other. Pleas aside, the ancient one took what was his, chasing his own high as he got closer with every thrust. His breath hung heavy in the other's neck, rolling over that delicate skin until his aching fangs broke it without a warning. The king's thrusts didn't relent as a groan passed his lips as he drank a bit while also giving Oso that euphoria from the venom. The taste of blood combined with the loud moans of pleasure formed a symphony of carnal desire that pushed Caius over the edge. His claws left deep red gashes on the fledgelings back as gis head snapped back with a deep groan. Buried deep inside the other, the king held his breath as as his seed filled the other. Lowered himself after the moment of his high was gone, Caius took a moment for himself to breathe, waiting for any reaction or plea from Oso... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑

With his leg hooked over Caius's side, Oso was capable of taking his Savior to the hilt. And that's exactly what he did, a cold sweat slipping down his temple as he arched his back and clutched at his Master with an ache in his gut that could easily be mistaken for infatuation. Adoration. His pale blue eyes fluttered shut as little mewling moans came tumbling from his pink lips, the sound only driving the predator above him to take more and more of what he knew to be his own. Afterall, Oso belonged to this man. He owed him everything. And despite the fact that he continued to have an ingrained fear factor that just wouldn't go away... Caius was like a drug he just couldn't quit. Oso was always coming back, begging for more. No matter what. Underneath the man, Oso felt the remnants of his pants on his nape, which caused the hair to rise there in anticipation. Tilting his head to the side, he offered the space, eyes opening barely enough to watch as Caius lifted and... the tattooed twink gasped as he lunged, burying his fangs into his fledgeling's neck with no warning. It wouldn't take long, Oso knew, opening his eyes as the smile he couldn't control lifted his lips at the corners. His hand cupped Caius's skull as he felt him tense, his eyes rolling back as warmth spread through his flesh from the venom. The effect was almost instantaneous. His body threatened to come apart moments later when his Master dug his nails into the flesh on his back, causing Oso to tighten around the male's shaft as he delved deeper inside him. He couldn't control how his voice came out now, the pleasure inciting a symphony of moans and whimpers from his throat as Caius buried himself with one last stroke. The younger vampire cried out loudly as he felt his own body give in finally, cum spilling onto his abdomen, his navel, and slipping down his member, mixing with the fluid that now threatened to spill from the edges of where he and the other were still connected. He clo

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sed his eyes and clutched at Caius, calf stinging with the effort of keeping the muscle taut over the top of his partner's hip. Moments later, he realized he was gasping, trying to catch his breath from the high that the beautiful creature above him had indulged him with. The smile still on his face, he giggled breathlessly. "Pla-Playing with you...is... always sooooo much fun~" He reached up, tongue flicking out to lick away the blood that had spilled from Caius's lips just a little when he'd bitten Oso. His hands untangled themselves from him and he raised them above his head, arching his back and rolling his hips, his body tensing around where his Lord was still inside him. @MJ Miracle <<||°_°||>>

Hearing the others sweet moans while those legs tightened around his own hips was exactly what Caius wanted to see. He let the other catch his breath, not backing down as Oso leaned in to lick across the corner of his mouth to collect the few remaining drops of blood. As a response, the king leaned in for another sweet kiss, his own hands entwining with those above the others head. "This was only the beginning..." He leaned in to whisper, a promise for a long and eventful night of carnal desire and hunger to be satiated... @𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖟𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑