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Grinding down harder with a small, choked moan in response to the bite of nails on his legs, he worked his hand at a slightly different angle. Brushing his thumb across the head of Vlasta’s cock, he smeared the fluids gathered there down his shaft, slicking his hand to make movement easier.

Above the sound of his own voice and the wet glide of his hand down Vlasta’s erection, he swore he’d heard a hum of pleasure emit from the man in front of him. The thought of bringing him any sort of pleasure, even a fraction of what he’d already given Shiki…shit, that made his stomach tighten with a form of arousal he hadn’t felt in quite some time.

Slipping from Vlasta’s lap, relishing the drag of nails on his skin as he stands, he encouraged Vlasta to slide back further onto the bed before crawling after him. Shiki gripped either side of Vlasta’s jeans, tugging them downward a bit more so he had a better view to see what he was doing…and more access.

Having done so, Shiki’s eyes grew wider before narrowing in concentration, one hand already reaching out to wrap around the erection in front of him. Now that he had a much better view, it was clear that Vlasta was unique in more ways than just teeth and eyes, judging by blue hue his skin was flush with.

“Blue blood…I could get used to this look~” He purred teasingly, moving in closer to breathe warmly across the head of his dick, licking his lips like he was about to dine on something worth savoring.

The tip of his tongue ran with purpose over the head of Vlasta’s erection, wrapping around it with a swirl before taking in as much as his mouth could handle. Pressing slightly with his teeth, Shiki provided suction, moving his tongue along the vein on the underside of the shaft while his free hand busied itself with massaging Vlasta’s balls.

Shiki’s hips pressed closely to the bedspread between his folded legs, grinding down into the plush surface at uneven intervals. His breath came sharply through his nose and he tried to steady himself, with the taste of Vlasta on his tongue and the filthy sounds his mouth made. But fuck if it wasn’t hard to do so.

As Shiki slides off his lap, Vlasta’s nails dig momentarily dig into his thighs just that little bit deeper.  His eyes narrow as Shiki wraps his hand around his cock and makes the comment about his blood color.  It’s more attention than he cares to have paid toward it, but he’ll allow it.

That intense gaze of his is still steadily focused on Shiki, not missing a single move.  It’s an underlying sort of wariness that’s always there, which he’s still gripping onto in the very back of his mind.  Maybe not even noticeable to Shiki, or easily passed off as his usual dickishness.

It’s a few moments before the human’s ministrations start to actually get to Vlasta.  Until it’s not enough for him to calmly inhale and exhale through his nose, in favor of his mouth falling open ever so slightly to softly pant for breath.

He tenses more noticeably when Shiki starts touching his balls and he has to force himself to calm down.  He... doesn’t like that. He’ll allow it.  But he does not like it.

His lip curls as he takes in the sight of Shiki sucking him off while he grinds against the bed.

So the little minx is getting off on it.

“Awfully slutty, ain’t ya?” he asks in a low growl.  Pets a hand through Shiki’s hair before tugging on it sharply. 

He’s about ready to flip Shiki onto his back and have his way with him.  But he’s restraining himself for now.  

For now.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#Shiki #defiant blood

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Shiki muffles his laughter into Vlasta’s shoulder, allowing him that ‘princess’ comment, but tries to soothe away any potential ire with small nips and licks along his collarbone. Okay, so he wasn’t one for that sort of talk, then. You can never really tell what someone is into unless you try though, so he couldn’t say he hadn’t!

He spends the entire trip up the stairs sliding his hands along the curves and planes of Vlasta’s body that he can reach, quite pleased to simply explore. Upon reaching the landing, he craned his head to the right, one hand pausing its examination of a shoulder blade to point toward a set of double doors near a faintly lit wall sconce. It was cracked open halfway, dim light pouring out from inside across the runner on the floor.

The sources of light in his bedroom were two electric signs he was rather fond of, not unlike the larger one hanging in the foyer. While there were actual lights in the bedroom, Shiki often found he preferred the softer glow they provided.

While the immediate motif of his room was obviously the color red, it was also accented by black, white and other more subtle colors. It was also very tidy, the only real clutter being on the dresser beside a stereo. Every window, including the doors leading to a small balcony, had curtains ready to cover them and block sunlight.

The bed was a four postered frame covered with wine colored bedding, a white and black patterned throw blanket and piled with a few pillows. But, one of the most prominent features was a floor to ceiling mirror directly across from the bed, flanked on either side by a set of black curtains.

With some regret, Shiki slid out of Vlasta’s arms and back onto his own feet, leading him over to the bed. Leading Vlasta to sit down, Shiki climbed happily into his lap and sat a bit further back on his legs, reaching down between them to grasp the zipper of his lover’s jeans between two fingers.

The harsh rasp of the zipper made his breath quicken as he slipped his hand inside. Wrapping his fingers around Vlasta’s dick and giving a few teasing, testing pumps, Shiki’s mouth watered at how hot his skin felt. Drawing Vlasta’s erection out of his jeans so he could actually get a look at it, he began to establish a rhythm with his hand, alternating between touches, full-bodied strokes and squeezing with carefully applied pressure from his nails.

Shiki knew he probably looked like a mess himself, unconsciously rolling his hips and rubbing his own erection on Vlasta’s leg while he concentrated on making the other man feel good.

As he carries Shiki into the bedroom, he can’t help but take a gander at all the red in the room... he’d chance himself one guess at what the human’s favorite color is.  The very large mirror facing the bed is... interesting, to say the least.

He’s amicable enough when Shiki asks him to sit down, watching as the human climbs into his lap.  A lesser man may have been intimidated by how intensely the Rakshasa stares at him all the while.  For that is what he’s doing as the human unzips his pants and grabbing his dick---just---staring.  With intent.

Which is not to say he’s doing a bad job of pleasuring Vlasta.  Hell, if he was, Vlasta would’ve killed him by now.

But the other is a strange enigma he’s not sure about.  It’s not with violent intent he stares, but more as if he’s a strange puzzle Vlasta is trying to solve.  When he had first become---serious---with him, he had thought he was---human.

Now this doesn’t seem to be the case, but he’s not sure what the situation renders him as.

The hand on his dick is a welcome enough sensation.  Vlasta had forgotten how much less sensitive a human’s genitalia was to his own.  Taking much more work to get hard, but just as much work to hide that arousal once it’s there.  Not nearly has many nerve endings as Vlasta would normally have.

For all intents and purposes, he has a human dick.

Well.

As human as the dick of a creature who has blue blood can be.  It’s the same ashen color as the rest of his skin, if not a shade or two darker.  But where it would normally flush red on a human, it is instead a rich blue instead.  He supposes if Shiki can be accepting of this small peculiarity, he might be a step closer to being trustworthy enough for him to be truly honest with.  Time would tell.

For now, he hands himself over to Shiki, if only for a little while, allowing him to jack him off for the foreseeable time being.  Ashen hands settle on pale legs, slowly clawing along them as he closes his eyes to just focus on the feeling.  The only sign he even gives that he’s enjoying it is a soft hum, easily missed if one isn’t paying attention.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#*just doesn't do anything* Vlasta: time for you to prove your worth PEASANT #jk #Shiki #defiant blood

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Half hard as he already was, the teasing brushes of Vlasta’s fingers quickly bring his erection back to full. Keeping eye contact, Shiki bucked his hips upward once, encouraging the touches with a cocky smile that only grows at Vlasta’s question.

“Mm, as much as I’d love to be fucked into the cushions…I don’t want the pillows to get cum stains.” He gestured in the general vicinity of the couch, bringing the two throw pillows on either end to attention. “I think that would be a bitch of a clean up job.”

A visible shudder ran through him upon seeing Vlasta’s razor sharp grin. If it were possible, his dick may have just gotten harder upon actually seeing just how deadly the mouth he’d been shoving his tongue into was.

Though he was still feeling somewhat boneless, Shiki pushed himself up from the plush surface of the couch cushions he’d been glued to, running a hand through his hair to try and smooth it out. 

Letting out a breath of amusement, Shiki reached down with the hand that wasn’t occupied with keeping Vlasta balanced on his lap and cupped the front of jeans, imitating the teasing brushes Vlasta had treated his dick to.

“A much better idea would be for you to fuck me into my mattress,” Shiki leaned forward, lapping at the spot he had so harshly bitten earlier, trailing upward to Vlasta’s ear. “You could even be a gentleman and carry me upstairs~.”

Vlasta gives a low growl in warning when he feels Shiki’s tongue on the bite in his shoulder, but relaxes slightly when Shiki doesn’t bite him again and instead leans up to speak into his ear.  That pointed ear gives a twitch as the human speaks, sensitive to the soft sensation of warm breath wafting against it.

The words are mostly meaningless, Vlasta doesn’t put a lot of stock into bedroom talk.  He himself doesn’t talk a whole lot, preferring to have his actions speak for him.

He snorts, rolling his eyes when the human mentions carrying him and being a ‘gentleman’ and so on.

Regardless, he does hop off Shiki weightlessly, “Sure, princess,” he says with a small mock bow, then scooping him up from the couch.  The motion is effortless and fluid, Vlasta may as well be picking up a sack of feathers for all the lack of strain he shows.

He carries Shiki up the stairs, then casts a cursory glance around.  “Gonna need ya to tell me where I’m going, if you’re wantin’ me to fuck you.”

RP; Blood on the Pages

#down the rabbit hole and back again #grapefruit #defiant blood #Shiki #i think i've mentioned before but vlasta uhhh... doesn't like extremely vocal partners #i'm not talking like moaning whining etc; i'm talking that obnoxious fake shit x'D #//do that and he'll eat you

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No.

 Does your OC know how to ride a bike? If so, at what age did they learn?

#►Interview with a Cannibal◄

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Moaning lazily in response to Vlasta’s question, Shiki managed to get his tongue to remember how words work long enough to reply. “Mmm, yeah~ I should misbehave more often.”

He hadn’t quite regained the feeling in this fingers or toes, his body still floating halfway on the afterglow of his orgasm. Watching Vlasta with half lidded eyes, a curl of desire flips lazily in his stomach.  The heat in his body had subsided slightly, but still radiated from within at a steady pace. While he no longer felt like he’d pass out. 

Shiki focused more intently as Vlasta suddenly moved in closer, moaning in approval when their lips melded together. It was teeth and tongues, Vlasta paying special attention to the bite on Shiki’s lip and the curious new fangs he has sprouted. A saner man would be horrified at spontaneously having their teeth change, but he was feeling not quite sane at the moment. Tongue darting out to examine his partner’s own dagger-sharp teeth, Shiki mewled between kisses at the hard press of Vlasta’s erection against his belly. Blindly kicking his legs, he fully divested himself of his jeans and underwear, wrapping a leg around one of Vlasta’s. Carding his fingers through pale hair, his hands ran quickly down the small of Vlasta’s back, digging his nails in as they sloped downward. Sliding his thumbs beneath the edge of Vlasta’s jeans, his free fingers gripped his lover’s ass. The relentless attention his mouth was being paid and the tease of Vlasta’s arousal pressing against his stomach were more than enough to excite Shiki once more, making him buck his hips upward and wrap his tongue around Vlasta’s before sweeping back in to tease along one of his canines.

Vlasta pulls away, panting wetly.  He’d given Shiki plenty of attention, now he’s wanting some in return.  The human doesn’t really seem to be one for taking charge though, it would seem.  For all that he’s handsy, he isn’t really being forceful enough.  A pity.  (Vlasta will still have his fun though.)

He licks idly at his lips, the taste of Shiki still on them.

He allows the hand on his ass.  Part of him wants to lose control with all the lust and hunger, but he resolutely beats that part of him down.  The little bit of blood he’s gotten from little bites and licks is enough for now.  This isn’t an absolute promise he’ll resist taking a bite out of him later.  More a suggestion, really.

Vlasta supposes he can play nice for a little while.

Not breaking eye contact with Shiki, Vlasta reaches back a hand, trailing it back until he’s rubbing at the human’s dick. Not quite as firm attention as he’d given it before, but it’s enough to be noticeable.

He wants Shiki to hurry up and get hard again.  It would give him a certain victorious satisfaction he craves.  Maybe craves even more than his own release.  It’s the power rush, he muses.  Goes straight to his head and is much like a high all its own.

He gives Shiki a casual grin, “So... we plannin’ on doing it on your couch then, or did you want me to suck you off again?”

The grin widens, showing off nearly every one of his razor sharp teeth.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#Shiki #defiant blood #Vlasta: not so subtle thoughts of wanting to get fucked #grapefruit

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His smirk strained when Vlasta’s head bobbed downward, throat flexing around him amidst the velvety slide when he began to move upward. He had guessed Vlasta must be good, but this was fucking criminal. The brush of a tongue along the underside of his cock before it was engulfed again forced his expression to collapse completely, Shiki’s mouth dropping open to pant heavily, his lungs suddenly feeling like there just wasn’t enough air.

Shiki curled the fingers of his left hand slightly, gripping Vlasta’s hair, tugging unconsciously with each spark of heat shooting straight to his belly. His panting was now punctuated by moans, some drawn out from the wicked movements of Vlasta’s tongue, or the occasional teasing brush of teeth.

With another expert pass, Vlasta swallowed down around his cock once more, tongue teasing his erection, throat rippling around him in that fucking way that made his legs shake and spread as wide as they could go, confined as they were in his jeans. Shiki wasn’t some virgin – he had stamina and he could last. But between this bizarre state he was in and the borderline criminal talent Vlasta had with his mouth, his stomach was tightening more and more with each passing second.

The fingers of his free hand scratched at the material of the couch while he tried to control his hips, taking shuddering breaths between choked moans as he was only wound tighter. This was all too much; with his body on fire, the heat of Vlasta’s mouth, the tease of his tongue and teeth…

“Vlas—I can't—!! I’m going to—” He could only manage a few fragmented words, his tongue feeling useless and heavy in his mouth, but he still tried to warn Vlasta nonetheless. Shiki’s back arched off of the couch, toes curling as his legs locked up and began to twitch. Tossing his head back, a sharp cry left his mouth as every nerve in his body exploded.

It was only in the aftermath of his orgasm, as the aftershocks were still rolling through his body, that Shiki realized he had bitten down on his lip so hard that he was bleeding. But there was something incredibly wrong with his teeth; they felt far too sharp…and long.

Pleasuring Shiki is laughably easy, probably in part to the lack of gag reflex (that one’s always a crowd-pleaser with the men).  As Shiki cums in his mouth, smug satisfaction is practically oozing from him.  Just as usual, he’s a deft at his task.

He doesn’t usually put in this much work to please another, instead focusing on the bare minimum to seem courteous while really only caring about getting himself off. But Shiki is... cute... amusing.  A pretty little distraction to pass the time, and Vlasta wants to keep him around.  And in order to do that, he has to keep the human(?) happy.

He sits back on his heels, still just as smug, asks Shiki if that felt good (as if he can’t easily tell from the sight, the sounds he’s been making, the smell so strong he’s nearly dizzy from it).  He just wants to hear him say it again.  How good he makes him feel.

He’s abruptly aware of the smell of fresh blood being spilled again, eyes immediately drawn to Shiki’s face.  His nose gives a little twitch, much more sensitive to every little scent than Shiki’s own sense of smell.  Now Vlasta really is a little lightheaded, intoxicated, and he finds himself drawn in, kissing Shiki again.

It’s sloppy, demanding.  A bit tactless, if he’s honest with himself.  But in this moment he wants to devour Shiki---...mostly not in the literal way.  Though he’s not so subtle in the way he licks at Shiki’s lips, explores newly sharpened teeth, and---oh, oh yes---he likes this.  He likes this a lot.

Likes it enough that he’s fully hard, his hard-on pressing against Shiki’s belly through his jeans.

A sound leaves his throat that’s mostly growl, but almost, just nearly sounds like a whine.  Dammit, he’s got Vlasta all excited now.  Fuck.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#we get it Vlasta you're full of yourself #you should maybe focus on making Shiki full of you too #Shiki #defiant blood #grapefruit

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Orange ball!! ORANGE BALL!!

#►Interview with a Cannibal◄ #he does this... if you get him excited enough. that is all

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Which big cat looks most like your OC?

#►Interview with a Cannibal◄ #He actually does turn into a big cat of sorts #it's a bit of a cross between the black panther and the cougar #so sorta like a melanistic mountain lion #he's a special snowflake #........ THE MORE YOU KNOW #Got the size and the tail length of the cougar but the black coloring #he a big kitty... but not that big #fun fact cougars are the biggest small cat species #i love them

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His abused lip was further bruised by teeth at the press of a palm against his aching cock, a high pitched whine slipping out. He focused intently on Vlasta as he slid further backward, a groan of disappointment in his throat – until the bite of a single nail prickles at his belly.

It was a feast for the senses to watch Vlasta work, his stomach twitching and breath escaping in sharp pants as his lover drew a line further downward. As his erection was freed from the confines of his jeans and shorts, Shiki felt a purr leave his mouth.

Transfixed at the sight of Vlasta leaning over him, scarlet eyes did not dare look away from the tongue that flattens against the head of his dick, nearly forcing them closed in pleasure. He didn’t want to look away, fuck no. He wanted to watch, wanted to see everything.

When Vlasta’s mouth opens wide, inches from the head of his dick, a jolt of renewed fear runs through him. But with it comes a heated pulse of lust, hot like the breath washing over his slickened cock. Shit, one move and he could—

A heated cry broke free from his chest as he watched Vlasta wrap his lips around his cock and being sliding downward. Shiki’s hips quivered wildly as his lover’s tongue brushed along his shaft, teeth teasing the delicate skin of his erection just so without actually drawing blood. 

His legs begin to shudder in time with his hips as Vlasta swallows him clear down to the base, Shiki taking measured breaths, trying desperately to control himself and to not thrust upward like he desperately wanted to.

His entire body was still heated, but the inside of Vlasta’s mouth was unreal, making the blood pound in his ears as he was aware of every sensitive nerve in his body for a few agonizing seconds. Shit, when he’d said to make him ‘behave’, he hadn’t thought Vlasta would go this route.

Raking a hand through his hair, bangs somewhat slick with sweat, Shiki rested the other on his chest, staring down at Vlasta with half-lidded eyes, still not moving a muscle, save for the minute twitches of his hips and legs.

Running his fingers across sweat-slick skin, he brushed one hardening nipple, sending a sultry smirk toward Vlasta. Just because he had Shiki by the dick didn’t mean he couldn’t touch, right~? 

Reaching downward with both hands, he slid his fingers through pale hair, paying special care to dig his nails slightly into Vlasta’s scalp, massaging in slow circles.

If Vlasta is anything, he’s unorthodox.  He tends to be unpredictable, and that’s the way he likes things.  So suffice to say it’s par for the course when it comes to making Shiki behave, he does something most wouldn’t consider a viable tactic.

Still---he’s not sure how to feel about the human petting his head.  It’s not really something people normally do, and is a bit---weird---to him.  (Well, all human signs of affection are weird to him, but the fact remains.)

Eventually, ultimately, he decides to double down on his original intention.  Swallows around Shiki’s dick again.  Even though Shiki’s acting cocky with that smirk of his, his body is telling a different story entirely.

Vlasta relies on other senses than sight to detect just how spent the human already is.

Vlasta bobs his head slowly, using his throat and tongue to pleasure him, constantly aware of his own teeth and careful not to close his mouth far enough that Shiki would feel the bite of them.  That likely wouldn’t be pleasant for the human, after all.

For now, he’ll just enjoy every little reaction Shiki has to his ministrations.  After he makes him cum, the real fun will begin.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#grapefruit #probably #Shiki #defiant blood

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↖️Achievement: Beasthood

🏆This Muse holds and fights with the power of a Frenzied Beast

#►Interview with a Cannibal◄ #sometimes #he's usually pretty level headed but if you get him really worked up this will happen

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↖️Hidden Achievement: Leather Bound Soul

🏆This Muse holds a taste for Dark and Taboo delights when in private with their lover

#►Interview with a Cannibal◄

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↖️Hidden Achievement: Chameleon Camo

🏆There are many Shades of this Muse, they can blend in with any environment or crowd

#►Interview with a Cannibal◄

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↖️Achievement: Alert! Enemies Detected!

🏆This Muse holds heightened senses that aid them in battle

#►Interview with a Cannibal◄

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Shiki gave a grunt of pain as he felt a sharp sting on his chest. Well, if he had the teeth, of course he’d have the claws…Yet the sight of his own blood on Vlasta’s fingertips and beading across the marks on his skin made his pulse quicken.

He’d always been one to want things a little rough, be willing to bite, scratch and receive both in kind. From the beginning, he would have been willing to let Vlasta be rough with him if (when) they ended up in bed together. But this was an entirely different level of ‘rough’ that he might be dealing with. Yet, that didn’t stop the tightening in his stomach when he thought about still having sex with him; the unknown actually only seemed to fuel his arousal at the idea.

He didn’t hide his pleasure as Vlasta saw fit to press more firmly against him, intensifying the friction against Shiki’s erection. Rolling up into the other man’s hips, Shiki turned his head to the side, making a point to not muffle his moans. His eyes kept their gaze focused on Vlasta’s own,  a lopsided smirk playing on his face. “Mm, I’m a real handful. You might have to encourage me to behave~”

The question of fear was a logical one that he turned over in his head as his hips continued to grind against Vlasta’s, seeking friction with a need that was growing, deepening toward the depths of madness.

“I should be afraid of you.” Wetting his lower lip with his tongue, just as quickly biting down on it as a pulse of need ran through him. “You just feel so fucking good though and it – it’s like something—nnngh.” Shiki stumbled over his words momentarily, biting his lip so hard he nearly broke skin from a grind of their hips sending electricity down his spine.

Shiki released his abused lip, prodding at it with the tip of his tongue before giving Vlasta a half-smile, cheeks dusted pink in arousal. “Feels like my blood wants you too. Besides, fear can be a huge turn on.”

He considers reminding Shiki he could give him an inch and he’d take a mile---but where’s the fun in that?  He’ll let the human find out on his own.  Besides, talking too much in the bedroom is certainly a mood killer for him (so best not to encourage it, or he’ll have to find a way to shut him up).

Shiki will learn to ‘behave’ one way or another, but considering getting a reaction is exactly what he wants, Vlasta hardly believes verbally convincing him would serve well enough.

He slips his hand down along Shiki’s body until he’s rubbing at his dick with open palm, just doing this for a few moments.  Then he’s moving back until he’s situated comfortably, straddling lower on Shiki’s legs.  A much better spot to set his focus on tormenting him.

Vlasta drags a clawed finger down Shiki’s belly, delighting in the red line he leaves down to the hem of his pants.  Then he’s slipping that finger beneath the hem and in a fluid movement, pulls them,, along with his underwear down, and leans over him.  He’s sure by now Shiki can tell exactly what he’s doing.  That he can see clearly as a long tongue laps at the head of his cock, how the prehensile muscle nearly wraps around it.  

He allows Shiki to get a good look as an open mouth full of serrated teeth looms over one of his most vulnerable spots, gives him just long enough to think about the fact that if the Rakshasa so willed it he could bite clean through it.  And only long enough for that realization to settle in, before he’s wrapping his lips around it and sliding down the shaft, allowing his tongue to fully drag against it as well.  His fangs only barely grazing it, not breaking the skin, even though it would be quite easy.  

Swallowing him down to the base is, of course, child’s play.  If his mouth wasn’t currently occupied, he’d likely be wearing a cheshire grin from ear to ear.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#Shiki #defiant blood #grapefruit

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As he was dislodged from Vlasta somewhat forcefully, a part of Shiki’s mind that wasn’t buzzing with arousal and hazy with pleasure wondered if he had crossed some sort of line. His tongue was throbbing in his mouth, a darker taste than the salt of skin fresh on it; he must have bitten too hard and drawn blood.

Seeking some sort of confirmation, he followed the outline of the body above him. But as his mouth, watering strangely, fell open to ask if he had done anything wrong, the words died in his throat.

Eyes, glinting menacingly in the low light, containing a glow that couldn’t be mistaken for a reflection. As he stared into them, he was simultaneously horrified…but also transfixed, heat burning his skin everywhere Vlasta’s eyes roamed. He swallowed reflexively.

His gaze is only drawn away from those hypnotic orbs by the slow pass of Vlasta’s tongue across his lips, drawing Shiki’s own blood into his mouth lined with the teeth of a predator. He had never seen Vlasta’s teeth this well before; he never made a point to open his mouth too wide, or really let any of their previous kisses progress as far as any had gone tonight.  Was this why – these teeth, his eyes?

He was what he liked to consider an incredibly rational person, despite his profession. While there had been creatures or characters in his previous works that could mimic human form, or even were human in some ways, it was all fiction. But the clear cut evidence before him – literally on top of him, was a hard argument toward such things being quite the opposite.

Shiki’s heart thundered in his chest as Vlasta’s grip briefly tightened around his neck before loosening, the weight of Vlasta’s hand resting on his skin sending a tingle down the author’s spine.

“You’re making it…very hard…not to lose control.”

The underlying growl of warning from a sentence that should have made him sick with terror instead made something inside of him throb, collecting heat in his limbs, chest and stomach. This heat that had washed over his body was comparable to a fever, but it was far too sudden to be any such thing. “H-Ha. It seems like you’re doing the same to me; my body is on fire.”

Squirming in mild discomfort, Shiki tossed his head to the side with a stuttering moan, his movement causing friction between his erection and Vlasta’s weight on top of him. Taking in air like it was something precious, he turned strangely-darkening eyes to Vlasta, dragging the front of his tanktop upward to display his belly and chest, trying to relieve some of the heat.

He bucked his hips experimentally, biting his lip to muffle a groan. “I don’t know what the hell you are, but I don’t care.”

Shiki grasped Vlasta’s hand against his throat, tongue darting out to lap at his fingertips as he dragged it downward to rest on his chest. “So make me behave.”

At first, Shiki says nothing of the changes in Vlasta’s appearance and mannerisms, but Vlasta is no fool who would believe those changes had gone unnoticed.  Watching him so closely, it’s easy for the demon to see as there are changes to Shiki’s own appearance.  The way the eyes are bleeding to an unnatural red, this being a trait anything but human.  The way feverish skin is growing hotter still beneath his hand.  Still not as hot as Vlasta’s own skin, but it’s comparable.  

Odd, he thinks... he hadn’t smelled anything out of the ordinary before---for all intents and purposes, he’d been operating under the assumption he was bedding a human.  This is clearly not the case.  Now, the smell of otherness is all too obvious, becoming stronger in the air between them.

When Shiki makes the comment about his body being on fire, it draws a snort from Vlasta.  Of course he’s ‘on fire’.  He has not so fond memories of rushing Raimundo to the emergency room for temperatures like this.  (He’s not so keen on doing such a thing with a potential snack though... too much work.)

Although the (not) human’s next words are definitely a step in the right direction of survival.  Not caring what Vlasta is will be conductive toward not being eaten alive, for sure.

The comment to make him behave however... serves to grasp deep within Vlasta’s mind, grabbing tightly in its clutches a more bestial part of him still, wrenching it from where it had been hidden away right up to the visible surface.  It can be seen in the vicious curl of his lips and baring of fangs, the way his eyes flash again.  How he’s licking his lips.  Oh how he wants to just swallow him whole.

And it takes a remarkable amount of will to reign it in even a little, perhaps not even managing to be entirely successful at the endeavor.  If the sharp nails clawing into the skin of Shiki’s chest, where the man had dragged his hand down to, are anything to go by.  For now, it’s just a nagging prickling against the skin, but at any moment he could decide to dig them in deeper, flay away at the skin like the ravenous beast he is.  But he does not.

“Are you sure you know what it is... you’re asking for?” he says in another low growl.  

But even as he speaks he’s grinding back against the... human.  Pressing hip to hip and granting Shiki just a little more of that delicious friction to his arousal.  He can be generous, after all, when it suits him.

“What makes you think you shouldn’t be afraid?”

He’s not normally this talkative, but then he doesn’t normally let a human(?) live this long after first meeting.  He doesn’t normally receive this kind of reaction when his true nature is realized.  

Vlasta wants to toy with him, tease out what Shiki’s really thinking.  Wants to get him talking more about what thoughts out of those devious lips of his, and smell whether it’s a lie that leaves them.  Part of him even daring him to lie.  Just wanting an excuse. 

The sadistic side of him wanting to push the boundaries---to see how far this acceptance goes---how far he can go before the other breaks.  To break him beautifully beneath him and split him open from the inside out.

Fucking him however, may also suffice.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#defiant blood #i been reading too many of them flowery novels #Shiki #Vlasta you can't just eat everyone who finds out you're a rakshasa it doesn't work that way #okay well maybe it does #BUT DO NOT

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A harsh gasp escapes him when his back connects with the cushions, blending into a cry at the first hard nip on his skin. A moan rumbles in his chest while his hands and fingers grope at Vlasta’s back and spine, head turning voluntarily as the trail of bites travels downward.

Vlasta’s weight over him is quite enticing, especially considering their current position. Shiki slowly moved his fingertips in circles, running his hands down the other man’s sides, digging his nails in for emphasis. 

As his hands gripped the material of his lover’s shirt, Shiki rolled his hips upward and ground against Vlasta, keeping rhythm for a few thrusts between the jolts of pleasure and the moans he tries to bite back.

Turning his head, Shiki pressed his face against the side of Vlasta’s neck. The owner of said neck was still leaving burning kisses and bites along the curve of his shoulder, perfectly content to continue marking him up.

He began to mirror Vlasta’s nips and kisses along the column of his neck, soothing the bites with his tongue before moving on. A particularly rough bite from Vlasta brought a cry from his throat, turning a small nip to ashen skin into a full-force bite as Shiki moaned around it.

He doesn’t pay Shiki’s wandering hands much mind, letting the human roam however he pleases.  The nails digging into his sides do draw a little attention though, but it’s brief and quickly Vlasta goes back to marking up the human’s body with his mouth.  

He allows Shiki to continue with his thrusting, even graciously offering a few slow grinds of his own hips in return.  

As a much harder bite is given to his shoulder, it’s again another intense battle with himself and his own instincts.  His fangs dig a little deeper in than intended in his next bite---without a doubt drawing blood this time---and fingers dig into the firm softness of the couch, the material creaking from the strain, and there’s a much more animalistic growl working its way out of his throat.  The bite was just a few centimeters away from ending in disaster, and this time a hand really does snap out and pin the human by the throat down into the cushions.  

He sits up, leering down at the human’s face, lips slightly parted to reveal all those sharp teeth of his and blood staining his lips.  His eyes glint in the darkness, a luminescent much redder tint than normal.  Looking all the part of a wrathful demon.  His tongue snakes out slowly to lap the blood away from his lips.  He’s a step away from unhinged, but still holding it together.

There’s certainly no way he’d be able to deny the suspicion of him being inhuman.  It’s much too evident all over his face now he’s anything but.  He’s beyond even caring.

There’s a snarl on his lips in a moment of anger as his grip tightens ever so slightly around the human’s throat before he gathers himself and that hand loosens to merely rest against Shiki’s skin.

Quietly, he stares down at the human, taking in dark hair, bright eyes.  Pretty pale skin with red marks contrasting so nicely.  

“You’re making it... very hard... not to lose control,” he says lowly, voice rough and foreboding.  Gods, he’s making Vlasta so hungry.  He doesn’t even know what he really wants anymore.

RP; Blood on the Pages

#defiant blood #Shiki #do ALL the things #sOMEHOW MANAGED NOT TO KILL SHIKI YET

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What Is Your Muse’s Love Style? // Link

Tagged by: @cannipire

Your Love Style is Ludus

You like to think of love as the ultimate game And you love to play... even if it means lying a little You're a bit afraid to be close, and you don't get too attached

A serial dater, you tend to date a few people at once

And it's all good, until one of your sweeties finds out!

Tagging: @defiant-blood

#i am not even surprised #►Interview with a Cannibal◄