Heirot

Several... several drinks later Atul stumbled with Vlad out of the tavern. "Now..." he muttered, poking Vlad in the cheek. His arm was draped heavily around the vampire's shoulders and the other around the front of his waist. To everyone else it may have seemed as harmless as a friend helping his very drunk friend home, but it was more intimate than that. "That's how you celebrate."

The streets were quiet, with little to know other people on it. They were either home, or in another tavern somewhere.

Atul stumbled a head of Vlad, holding out his arms. "Its a good night!" he bellowed. He went back to Vlad draping his arm around the vampire's shoulders again. He pressed in close to the side of Vlad's face, brushing his lips near the vampire's ear as he walked. "I have a surprise," he muttered, and then tapped Vlad on the cheek again. "I was saving it. Its a secret. Shhh..."

Vlad was thoroughly buzzed, but not nearly as drunk as Atul. He was able to stand and walk straight while he enjoyed his handsome partner's antics. He caught the king as he stumbled into him - so adorable - and drew him into an intimate embrace in the middle of the street. "I enjoy secrets," he teased just beside the man's ear, his lips brushing the flushed skin.

Atul shivered with a smile. "I found something that can hold you..." he told him, meaning to be quiet, but not really managing it. "But, its dangerous for you if someone found out... But, I have a theory it would do the job. If you were up for testing it some time..." He smiled devilishly, even if it was a little lopsided and intoxicated.

Vlad blinked at Atul, his heartrate picking up as he noticed Atul's flickering. "Not holy magic?" he asked warily, wondering if the king had imagined up something in his inebriation.

"Nop!" (yes, he said it like that). "Its spelled, but not with holy stuff..." He danced a head of Vlad. "Its what we use to hold prisoners, demons, magic users. I figured it might work on you. What it does is bind your power, your strength. Makes you unable to use it while you're in chains. Made specifically to help incarcerate monsters." He chuckled. "See I was thinking... about it... and ugh... it just... ugh, popped in my mind. That's all." The kings cheeks grew rosy. He shrugged. "It might not work."

Vlad blinked, having to resist the intuitive reaction to someone announcing the intent to chain him. He fought back the proud anger and remembered that this was Atul, and that it would bring the man excitement. Thinking about the handsome man at the peak of his sexuality made the game suddenly more appealing to the vampire. He smiled subtly. "I suppose we should give this a try," he said warmly, catching the king by the hand and swinging him in for a firm kiss on the neck.

Atul was drunk. Very drunk, or else he might not have been so inclined to let Vlad kiss his neck while they still walked the streets of his city. Even if it was late at night. He shuddered at the feel of Vlad's lips on his neck. He wanted them everywhere in that instant. The King swallowed hard. "You're sure?"

"Certain," Vlad sighed against his neck, his lips closing around the warm skin and sucking hard. His phantom touch reached around the king and turned him toward home, guiding him through the quiet streets. Playful now, he didn't hesitate to cop a feel whenever the king stumbled or gave him other excuses to touch him. The game of caressing the king's stomach or rear every time he toppled toward him escalated into something closer to foreplay by the time they finally made it to the outer limits of the palace. "Can the king of the land walk straight into his own castle?" Vlad teased, giving Atul a much wider berth than really necessary.

"I'd hope so," he muttered, scratching his head. Then he whirled on Vlad and wrapped his arms around the vampire's waist, knotting his hands at the back of Vlad's shirt. "Port us to my room."

Vlad pulled up short and gave in to the sudden heat wrapped tight around him. "If you like," he murmured, his arms drawing the king in closer as they disappeared from the sidewalk and reappeared in Atul's chambers. Vlad gave the man a little space to move, curious to see what his drunk lover might do next. He felt a pleasant pulsing in his temples from using the teleportaion. It was enough to assure him the alcohol was still at work in his system.

Atul shuffled to his wardrobe and opened up the doors. He bent and drew a pair of manacles out of the bottom, holding them up in the dim moonlight. Despite Atul's tastes... he seemed oddly bashful as he showed them to Vlad. He went to the vampire, holding them out for him to admire as he nipped at Vlad's neck. "Can I?" He reached out for Vlad's wrist.

Then it occurred to him, in the fog of realization, that Vlad may not want this and that he might want to go back to Tenele. "Unless you want to wait," he stumbled over his words.

Vlad's free hand went to Atul's hip and caressed his waist lightly. The other hand didn't pull out of his grasp. He did want to be with Tenele, but he also wanted to share in this important moment with the person who had made this all possible for them, who had cared for them and kept them strong through all the conflict and pain. He thought about what Atul would want him to act like and say, in a situation such as this, but he couldn't quite wrap his head around it. He decided to simply be himself and hope that appealed to Atul's tastes. "Bind me," he purred against the king's chest. His fingers tightened around his waist. "If you can," he smiled.

Atul gave a lopsided smile. He wrestled the vampire back towards the bed, pushing him onto his back. He fell gracelessly over Vlad, laughing at his own clumsiness. "I drank far too much," he muttered as he snaked one hand up Vlad's side to his wrist. He clasped the manacles one by one around Vlad and the corner bedpost. He straddled his waist, leaning low over him. "So..." he muttered, kissing Vlad's lips. "Am I going to be sorely disappointed or did my theory prove correct?"

Vlad's nerves coiled enthusiastically at the feel of Atul's weight above him. He gave a tug on the chains, and found that it was enough to do some real damage to the bedpost, but not enough to snap the heavy timber. "Seems that they work," he muttered, struggling a little more just for curiosity's sake. His cunning red eyes darted back to the king's as he remembered he was on display. With a restless jerk at the chains, he stretched long and taut in the sheets, his shirt sliding up to reveal half of a muscled stomach.

Atul grinned, sliding lower along Vlad's legs. He nipped at the skin of Vlad's abdomen, where the shirt rode up, nuzzling the fabric higher. His hands snaked up and fisted in the fabric. He tore the tunic shirt open, the soft fabric giving way with a loud rip. He crushed Vlad's mouth with his as his hands explored the hard muscle. He reached down, strong hands fisting in the lip of his pants. "Tenele did say to bring you back naked..." He pulled upwards, his demonic strength lifting Vlad's body off the bed a few inches before he managed to tear the leather belt and shred the pants.