Immortalise

Warning: Mature, Erotica, Vampirism, Sexual Situations, Yaoi

Author’s Note: The story written here is not intended for all to read. It is very mature in content as it deserves to be told, and there are several reasons why immature eyes should not come upon the content.

Immortalisation is what I do each time I capture your form onto canvas, the same way that nothing other can capture your beauty, your masculinity, the way that you intoxicate others; all of these which belong to you without question.

Immortalisation, too, is what we do, each time we fall into the heady spell of lust together, tumble down into bed without much elegance and refinery, uncaring of nothing but each other, attacking, possessing, capturing, the hunter and the hunted. Impossible it is that we would forget this carnal pleasure we shared long after we had gone back to our usual lives, and the feel of your heated touch permanently branded upon my skin, forever marking it.

You were always so standoffish and neutral in whatever you did and said; one would say plain ignorance, or that you were always calm and collected, or mistake it for passivity. This meant I always had to go to the extra mile to elicit more of a reaction upon you. It maddened me each time – your purposeful passivity, that smirk on your lips, but I simply pushed it back because it was easy for me to push your buttons, just by acting and saying things in a cruder manner, make you feel that ire light up inside you at how infuriating I was.

And when I pounced upon you, you welcomed me to it. This was the sweetest pleasure, our mouths locked together, devouring each other with such hunger, you finally forgetting what restraints you had and just pulled me against you. Your heated flesh against my icy body felt so forgiving and delicious. You pushed me back into the bed, and got on top of me, but I didn’t care; fighting for dominance over you could come by later, I just wanted this.

I shudder, and I moan your name, Eclipse, and you tugged on my hair as you pulled me in for another kiss, lips and tongue and fang teeth harshly meeting each other. I want you. I nearly whispered this, but I let it hang in the air, unspoken but spoken, there always. You pulled away from our kiss, and you looked upon my flushed and lusty expression with delight, and you kissed upon my neck, kissing, laving, then you sunk your demonic teeth into my jugular vein, making me cry out from the pleasure, and that sweet pain.

I just bared my throat to you, a very uncharacteristic gesture on my part, feeling your lips and tongue lap up at my vampiric blood. I know you love my blood, my otherworldly elixir, and you fed upon me like you were hungered, your eyes telling me all there is to know.

In that moment in which our eyes met, I could see the lust in your eyes, equally reflected in mine, your lips bloodied slightly from when you pull away. How sloppy. I lean in to lick my blood off from you, and you shudder slightly, and we were locked in a furious kiss once more. Come and devour me… I want it all.

I bite down on your bottom lip and I hear you moan, and I lap up your blood before the wound healed on its own. More of that delicious tugging on my hair.

You’re surprisingly aggressive tonight, ripping my clothes off my lithe frame, your soft warm hands running possessively all over my body, heightening my lust for you. Do you hunger for me? I nearly tease you for this, but it might just ruin the mood for us… so I stifle that opening for a little humour for now.

You’re kissing me all over, your hot lips caressing my flesh, making me wanton. I can see that possessive glint in your eye, wanting me too, and you dropped that glamour that hid your demonic fanged teeth, dragging the sharp ends over my flesh, leaving red lines which disappeared easily enough, but the after effect lingered still.

My loins are stirring with the smouldering fire you’ve built inside me, and you notice this, running your fingers teasingly over my bulge, making my moan your name again, needy, flushed and wanton. That self-satisfied smirk again. Please, I say as an afterthought, and you comply, but not without a remark of my neediness.

You release me from the confines of my pants, and I kick it off easily, before resuming our lost embrace pulling you closer with my legs wrapping themselves around your waist. I moan again when we kissed hungrily, the wondrous rubbing against my need, and I realise you are still fully dressed.

I waste no time and ripped the restricting clothes off your body the same way you did to me, and now I push you back into the bed, climbing on top of you, my blond hair falling into my face as I kiss my way down from your chest to your stomach, and I felt the lust for your blood again.

Your whimper when I sink my fangs into your chest and stomach and inner thigh is absolutely delicious, drawing out your need, and your face lost in this carnal pleasure I force upon you is too arousing. But I know what you want. I lick hotly over your generous arousal, purposefully teasing you, hearing that moan again before a growl, and you’re as wanton as I am, aren’t you? Cadmus, you growl warningly.

You’re hot and throbbing for me, good. I lick and suck all over your arousal, the constant moans falling from your lips, until I feel like I’ve made us both hungry enough for more, and I straddle your hips, before impaling myself slowly on your arousal, and I think I nearly lost my breath, so deep inside me… I almost didn’t notice your breath hitching. This is sublime.

We fall into the maddening rhythm, and I go faster, impaling myself over and over again on your arousal which is almost too big for me to take, but I could care less. Your hips are hitching up into me, and I suddenly let loose a breathy laugh, this feels so good and you growled in some obscure emotion, I am too lost and caught up in my pleasure to distinguish it.

I was caught unawares when you suddenly pushing me onto my back, your member still buried deep inside me and you absolutely battered into me, making me scream in pleasure, my senses reeling from how intoxicatingly sublime this is. I could feel my end nearing from how desperately you’re rutting into me, hearing your heavy breathing and lusty guttural moans, the slapping sounds of flesh on flesh.

Drunk on sensations is what you’ve made me become, helpless and lusty under you, only just nearing that completion, but still not getting it. I needed something more than this. You understand my need, my needy moans and sunk your sharp vicious teeth into my throat again, making me gasp and I tremble, finally giving in to my climax, and I hear you gasping from my sweet clenching, feeling you spill your warmth deep inside me.

This is still not enough. I’m still so hungry for more, what we did so far feels like an appetiser for things to come. I gasp feeling you pull out of me, and I get onto all fours, moaning for you to do it again, and you grasping onto my hips is like an affirmative, and I am almost liquefied feeling you enter me again.

I must have looked a sight, flushed, panting and wanton, heady lust in my eyes, but I was beyond the point where I could care less. I want you so much, Eclipse. I want you to take me over and over again, claim me as yours for tonight until I can’t take anymore.

Each thrust so maddening, deep and filling every inch of me. No other being can make me feel like this besides you, have I told you that? I moan your name again huskily and you grasp onto my hips almost painfully, rutting so hard, as though you were possessed, intoxicated by my flesh, and I welcome this easily, gasping in pleasure for lost breath.

This is so good I almost can’t take it anymore; you kept up those harsh thrusts which left me liquefied with sensation, panting, wanton and hungry for more, making me lustier if possible. I’m close again, this is so sublime, it is keeping me moaning non-stop, your undulations against me painfully delicious, and I succumb to that uncontrollable pleasure again, moving back into you, illustrating my need, spilling all over our silk sheets.

You join me not long after in completion, and we lay there, gasping and panting for a moment, trying to regain our bearings. I pull you into a hungry kiss, and moan a little feeling your member finally slide away, satisfied, but not fully satisfied.

We lay there kissing like drunken mortals before I scramble on top of you, pinning you down, stroking your thighs and pushing them open, positioning myself in between your legs. You know well of my intentions, and you try to push me off but I silence you with a bite on your tongue. You say my name again warningly, Cadmus, but I ignore it with a husky laugh, and I lean in to whisper into your ear. My turn. And that look in your face, lusty and beautiful and flushed would forever be immortalised in my memories, never fading, only growing stronger, with the eternity to cultivate it, and this is not quite love… but neither is it hate.