Holier Than Thou

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad went still, a bit startled by Atul's rough behavior. It took him a moment to adjust to it, to be really sure he trusted it. The vampire had had some interesting experiences with being locked up. ...Though none quite so interesting as this one.

His eyes shot to Atul's and that excited cobalt glow was enough to calm his defenses and kindle heat in his loins. Naked and aroused, he pressed his untended hard-on up into the air toward Atul, the gesture a demand. It was frustrating that he couldn't tug the man down over him. He wanted contact. The vulnerability made him crave it more, even if it made him nervous as well.

[Emora Deen]

Atul avoided the contact Vlad wanted, for the moment. He backed away and removed his own clothing, very slowly, and very gingerly... and slightly clumsy. He fell back over Vlad, hovering there. He kissed the vampire's lips, and down his body. Biting him hard where he could. His black hair spilled loose from its leather cord, falling like silk over his shoulders to dance along Vlad's pale skin.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's breath kicked up as the hot mouth slid over him. All his focus went to that one point of contact, craving it, wanting it to move where he intended and having no choice but to accept the course Atul chose. The man's teeth against his skin were like torture, wringing restless grunts from the vampire. He squirmed for access to more of the king's skin, but his efforts didn't earn him anything. "Fuck," he groaned restlessly.

[Emora Deen]

Atul chuckled. "I suppose it would be cruel of me to leave you like this..." He nipped lower, finally finding Vlad with his mouth. He devoted his full attention to the vampire, lifting his gaze to watch him. He gave the vampire just a taste of it, just enough to drive him to a high and then he abruptly stopped and drew away, sitting back on his heels between the vampire's legs with a breathless laugh. He patted the vampire on the belly. "Okay, I'm going to go cuddle with Tenele," he lied with a telling smile, but faked retreat.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad could hardly believe the man had brought him that far and then stopped. Pleasure morphed into confusion and then irritation. "Atul!" he snarled, wrestling with the chains. "What do you make this furniture out of?" he complained bitterly. If he could just turn over, even brushing against the sheets right now could finish him off. But he couldn't turn with his arms pulled straight. He fell still, running through options and plotting a way out of his predicament. "Leave me here, and I'll tell Stalker to bite your nipples off," he moaned.

[Emora Deen]

Atul chuckled, "That's not the wood friend. You just aren't as strong as you are without those chains. That's what they do. They suck the strength out of you..." He slipped his arms under Vlad's legs and hoisted them up. He leaned forward until he pinned the vampire down. "And I have no intention of leaving you." Draping on leg over his shoulder, and curling his arm around the other, he used his free hand to guide him into Vlad. It was slow, slower than he normally went. Normally it was quick and ruthless. He let out a low moan, closing his eyes and rocking his hips gently. His hand cupped Vlad's face.

[Soran Nightblade]

Satisfied with the king's return, Vlad went still. Restless anticipation spiked his heartrate as he realized what was coming...already. Truth be told, he wasn't sure he could take much more of Atul's foreplay. He winced at the slow press that eased into him. Totally unstretched, the vampire had to remember the heat of Atul's lips a moment ago and the tight grip holding his legs. The thought made the discomfort into wonderful pleasure as he felt the king join with him. He cried out softly, making small moans under his breath and the tight heat rocked inside him. "Yes," he murmured, rocking his own hips as well, though Atul's grip kept him from having much mobility. Knowing the king could do as he chose and leave him powerless to disagree or fight back was a strange feeling. But the freedom from his powers was exhilarating. He could kick and wrestle all he wanted, and he would not hurt his lover. It was nice.

[Emora Deen]

Atul's breath grew ragged as he watched Vlad below him. He was afraid to be too rough with the vampire, unsure how his body would tolerate it with those magic manacles around his wrists. But, Atul couldn't hold back much, and soon passion gave way to reason. He took hold of Vlad's member in his hand and pumped while his body thrust into him. He enjoyed seeing his all powerful friend willing to lie helpless beneath him. It spoke of his trust, and made his heart swell.

"Ahhh," he groaned, thrusting faster. "Gods, yes..."

[Soran Nightblade]

"Guh..." Vlad groaned out. His body felt like it was on fire. The pain of Atul's thrusts bled together with the firm, if somewhat inebriated grip of his hand around him. "Yes...yes, don't stop," he gasped. The sensation was tearing him apart, possibly literally. He struggled against Atul in the sheets, all the while stretching out for more. "I'm losing it," he smothered his warning in his own shoulder as he struggled for control. It made his neck stretch out, strong and inviting.

[Emora Deen]

Atul groaned out a chuckle, his hips jerking. "Me too." He bent low to press a hard kiss to Vlad's neck, sucking on the skin and pinning his lover's body uncomfortably for a moment. He backed off, pumping short quick strokes. "Now," he hissed. "Now!" Atul let out a deep throaty cry, his hands tightening over Vlad's skin as his body gave way to wild heat.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's eyes slid shut and his nerves flew wide open at the man's soft kiss pressed to his neck. He thought of Tenele, her smooth lips and gentle touch. It threw him headlong into the harsh orgasm Atul had started. He wanted more contact. He wanted to wrap himself around Atul and pull him as far inside as he could bear. The vampire ground out a scream and flexed up from the bed, trying with every muscle he had to wrap himself around his lover. It didn't do much good. He collapsed breathless and frustrated in the sheets, his come spilled across his chest.

[Emora Deen]

Atul panted, holding himself just off of his lover with quivering arms. For several long seconds he gazed down at Vlad chained to his bedpost, arms pulled taunt above his head, and his release displayed across his chest. He stroked gentle figures across the vampire's cheek, and then slowly drew out of him, adjusting his lover's legs to a more comfortable position. Atul lay flat between his legs, crushing against him to trail kisses along his lips and jaw. Then, he nestled his face into the crook of Vlad's neck and settled himself there quietly. After a long time Atul didn't move, and his breathing had grown even.

* * *

Tenele shot out of bed with a gasp, sending Stalker jumping up at the foot of her bed. She wiped sweat from her brow, and worked to calm her breathing. What a terrible dream... Stalker brushed his muzzle across her free hand, nudging it until he could worm his giant head beneath her soft touch.

She turned her eyes to the night sky, and knew it was late. It felt like she'd been sleeping for a long time.

Tenele poured herself a glass of water and moved to sit on the balcony to enjoy the cool air and calm her mind. She hoped they were having a fun time celebrating... and she wished she could celebrate with them. She wanted them back...

If not to settle her mind.

They hadn't had a chance to talk about it, what this child meant. And Tenele hadn't given much thought to what sort of child it would be, given who the father was. That dream... It unsettled her. It made her fearful for its safety, for its health. She knew no doctor that could possibly comprehend what they had done.

Tenele raked fingers through her hair, trying not to over think the situation, and trying to rationalize that what she was feeling was perfectly normal for women in her condition. Or was it?

Tenele took another sip of water, watching the torchlight flicker on the wall. She watched the flames for a long time before it finally dawned on her. She did know a doctor of sorts. One very used to dealing with very powerful beings. But, the last time she'd spoken to him it wasn't with the best words. In fact, the last time she'd seen him Atul's guards had dragged him away. So why would he help her?

Out of curiosity, perhaps? Tenele stood up and stepped towards the torch light. She watched it a little longer before taking a deep breath and a long swig of water. Then, she leaned in close to flame and spoke his name to call him, Vlad's maker. "Maxwell."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad's body shivered with the cool evening air and the pleasant contrast between the drying moisture across his chest and the warm body curled against his side. He was lost in the sensation for several minutes before it dawned on him how still the king had gone. "Atul?" He wiggled and arm to jiggle the man's shoulder, but he didn't achieve much movement for it. "Oh, no. You are not sleeping with me like this. Atul!" he prodded.

* * *

For many minutes, he didn't come. He wouldn't come. But eventually an annoyed-looking demon took form in front of her, his slit pupils studying her skeptically. "Count yourself lucky that I am too curious to deny your invitation," he crooned harshly. "What could possibly be vital enough to expect my help, after the disrespect I was shown?"

[Emora Deen]

Atul didn't even groan. The drunk man was so thoroughly exhausted that not even Vlad's wiggling could rouse him from his slumber. In fact, if anything, he murmured and snuggled closer to the vampire, tangling his legs around him.

* * *

Tenele swallowed the remark she was seconds away from spouting off. The usual hostile demeanour she carried when around the annoying man melted and she took a slow seat on the lounge. "I need your help," she muttered, the words almost painful. She hated this man. Yet, she felt he was the only one who would understand her situation. "I don't expect you to help me, but I had to give this a try. I'm banking on the fact that it is enough to perk your interest as payment for your help..." Tenele cupped a hand over her abdomen absent-mindedly. "As impossible as it might sound I'm carrying Vlad's child. Rather, I'm carrying his and Atul's child... You know the spell we made..." She paused, lifting her eyes to gauge his reaction. Tenele's eyes watered and she looked up at the stars. "And I am frightened. I don't know what we've done, or if it will be okay, if its healthy. Its half Vlad, what if it's dead or will die... Vampire's can't have children."

[Soran Nightblade]

Maxwell's golden eyes narrowed on her. "You did not consider this when creating the child?" he said, crossing his arms as if admiring a primate in a cage.