Mature: Desert Moon

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad stretched his neck out luxuriously, reveling in the soft touch of Atul's lips and the wonderful feeling of... well, everything. It wasn't necessarily a surprise when his body responded to Atul's touch sexually, but Vlad was pleasantly unprepared for it. He'd given up on ever feeling such things again, and for a while there, he'd suspected he lost the capacity completely. He clutched Atul tighter against him with a low growl of approval.

[Emora Deen]

Atul's hands slipped down Vlad's back and cupped over his ass, drawing him tighter against him as he nipped at the vampire's neck. Months, he thought longingly. It had been months since he'd touched the man like this. "Gods I want you," he breathed before kissing the vampire madly.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad returned the kiss and then some, crushing Atul's lips with almost bruising excitement. The king's sensual grip on his hindquarters sent things low in his body coiling tighter, waiting for contact. It had been so long. He wanted to feel something good. He needed it to prove this wasn't a dream. He shoved the man's shirt up and pressed his bare chest against the king's, cool water against fiery heat. His already bare need pressed full and hard against Atul's, rubbing against the friction of his pants.

[Emora Deen]

Atul groaned, clenchingng his eyes as the muscles coiled in his stomach. Did he really want this? He had been adverse to touch days ago... Maybe he was running on the high of being awake? Or maybe he was jus feeling that much better? Honestly, whatever the reason, at the moment Atul didn't care.

He gripped Vlad's body to him tighter, reveling the feel of hard muscle against muscle. He was frustrated with his clothing, wanting it gone immediately. His mouth trailed pinching, sucking kisses down Vlad's neck while his hands worked between them to loosen his trousers.

* * *

Tenele smiled at Sho. "Thank you for the tour," she mused before opening the bedroom door. Tenele immediately slammed it shut before the young girl could see anything. She twisted her back to the door and leaned against it gently. "Sho..." Her cheeks flushed. She wanted desperately to escape into the room... And at the same time wanted Vlad to have his privacy with Atul, especially remembering his reservations. "Have you ever had hot coco? I think I found some yesterday. It's delicious." She took the girls hand and lead her back down the hall.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad dismounted his dominant stance over Atul and kissed the man in slow, devouring waves of contact while the king struggled with his clothing. The vampire certainly wasn't helping him make progress. Then he jerked around at the sound of the door closing. Tenele?

[Emora Deen]

Atul manage to free his need from his pants while he kissed Vlad. He was too caught up in Vlad and only faintly noticed the door slam. Even as Vlad pulled away, Atul persued, tugging an arm around the vampire's waist. He ran his tongue over Vlad's chest in hot wet swirls.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad thought to go after Tenele, but the suckling wash of heat on his chest made it difficult to concentrate. Something in the back of his subconscious made the man's restrictive grip uncomfortable, but for now, he was too happy to care. Why not be possessed by this man? Why not let the pleasure come? He told himself the spike in his pulse was just natural. Anyone's pulse would jump in this situation. He was in control. He reached back and took Atul's need gently in his fingers, caressing the heavy weight. He stared down at the king lovingly. "Atul," he murmured as he slid his hand over the demigod's thick need.

[Emora Deen]

Atul moaned, watching Vlad's hand slide across his skin. He stretched back across the floor looking up at the vampire with adoration. He was so happy to be wanted by him again. He had missed this connection. He was afraid to push the vampire, and Atul was using all his willpower not to take control of the situation. He didn't want to push him if he wasn't ready, so he settled back to let Vlad take this where he wanted.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad noticed Atul take a step back with his dominant behavior. Something inside him unwound and relaxed. It surprised him. He knelt next to the man's side, keeping as much contact as possible, and leaned down to kiss him. He explored every inch of Atul's mouth, sucking, nibbling, and probing, while his hand glided in slow, firm strokes over his organ. He was rarely with the king in slow motion like this. Usually they were both tearing into each other until there was nothing left of them. But right now, Vlad wanted to make love. He wanted to adore the man with his body until he made up for the long months spent without him and the lukewarm reaction he'd had when they first found him. He wanted his fragile nerves to heal under Atul's touch, not retreat from it.

[Emora Deen]

Atul breathed out a sigh, cupping Vlad's cheek as the man kissed him. The soft sensual touch was exactly what Atul wanted. He focused on the sensation until it had his mind running in circles. "Vlad," he whispered tenderly into the vampire's ear. He reached over and took Vlad's need in his hand gently. He stroked the vampire with the same care as Vlad showed him, while he drowned himself in Vlad's kiss.

"I want..." Atul choked on his words. Was that too dominate? Atul glanced at Vlad's need and bit his bottom lip, wanting to bring him to the edge with his mouth. He was pretty sure hauling the vampire to straddle his head may be against the rules at the moment.

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad drew back from his lips enough to notice where the man was looking. He was a bit too flustered with excitement to be sure what he wanted, though. He wanted...what? What could he give him? "Should I get the oils?" he asked softly.

[Emora Deen]

Atul nodded. "Sure," he replied, his voice quivering. He reached up and stroked the back of his hand against Vlad's face. "Whatever you desire."

[Soran Nightblade]

Vlad glanced at Atul's hard-on breathlessly. To have that heat inside him, watch Atul's body writhe against him... "Give me a second," he breathed. He stood a bit stiffly and disappeared into the bathroom before emerging with a small jar of oil. He knew the reptilian used it to protect his skin against the frigid air. He was sorry the bastard wouldn't get to see what they were about to use it for instead. He would have enjoyed the look on that anal-retentive psychopath's face.

He knelt next to Talon and took him by the arm, urging him upward. "Come to bed with me," he said, his voice a caress.

[Emora Deen]

Atul smiled lovingly at Vlad and stood up. He went to the bed and laid across the width of it, watching Vlad with hungry anticipation. His heart raced with the idea of being inside Vlad again, after so long without him. "I want you badly," he breathed, feigning to touch himself. "I missed you, and not because of this... I just missed you."

[Soran Nightblade]

Sho waved to Tenele as she set her empty mug in the sink. "That was...an interesting drink," she said, still licking her lips as if undecided about the cocoa. "I must return to the warm place. There is work," she said with a smile before excusing herself.

* * *

Vlad climbed over Atul and lay flat against him, heavily aroused by the hard weight of Atul's need digging into his abdomen. He wasn't sure what to do with his emotion, so he pushed his face in against the man's shoulder. "I truly believed," he said, composing himself carefully, "that I would never see you again."

Vlad took a few deep breaths. "I'm going to switch with you. This is a lot to ask, but please, however I react, know that I want you. I will not let Maxwell take away this part of me. You're the only one who can help me get it back. Please be patient with me." For Vlad, disclaimers before sex were an absolute first. If anything, he usually had to warn about the opposite.

He rolled carefully sideways, pulling Atul up over him. As he'd suspected, being on his back seemed to transport him back to Maxwell's table. Even though there was no pain, phantom tension danced down his spine and limbs and set him into a panic. He wanted to start right away and continue his lovemaking with Atul. He didn't want to feel this hell dragging his nerves back into the fire. "Stay like this..a minute.." he shuddered, clutching Atul's shoulders with shaking hands. Gods, he was terrified. "Stay, please," he murmured.