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Tenele smiled as she watched Sho go proudly back to her duties. Tenele hadn't finished her cup, she had nursed it to kill more time... And because she was severely distracted bythe thought of what was going on up stairs. She wanted to go up and join them, but at the same time felt such great need to give them both space. But, she had been without her husband's touch for several months... Tenele drummed her fingers across the table. She drank the cocoa in several quick gulps, washed the sugar down with a cold glass of water, and left the kitchen.

* * *

Atul muzzled Vlad gently. Staying still atop him was incredibly hard, but he did it. The tremble in Vlad's hands were enough motivation. "I will be careful with you," he promised. "I will be as tender with you as we are with Tenele," the natoriously dominate demi-god promised. "This is at your pace. When you are ready." He pressed a loving kiss to Vlad's cheek before slipping his lips over his mouth in a wash of heat.

Vlad trembled at the light touch and the tenderness of his lover's voice. If only it were just sex, he might have held it in. If he didn't feel so much love and trust for this handsome man vowing to protect and nurture him as carefully as if he were human, he might have stood a chance of keeping it together. Instead, the gentle safety of Atul's mouth against his reduced the vampire to tears. He didn't mean to, but he couldn't stop. He pulled his arms around Atul's neck and kissed him desperately between sobs as all the fear, shame, and loss and hopeless need of the past months finally surfaced. It hurt like hell when his thick skin split open like this, but that was why it had to be with Atul. He held onto the man like his life depended on it.

Atul wasn't sure how to react when the usually stoic vampire cracked. But, he kept his touch affectionate, loving, and he accepted Vlad's show of emotion. It tugged at his heart.

The king cupped the vampires face in this hands and kissed him. "It's okay," he whispered. "You are going to be okay." Atul could only imagine the amount of pain it took to do this to someone who was so powerful and so invincible.

Atul tested the boundaries of what he was allowed to do by kissing lower down Vlad's neck and down his chest. He was slow and patient, giving him time to understand what he wanted, what he was doing.

"I want to make you happy," he whispered against his abs. "I want to show you something other than pain."

* * *

Tenele sat against the wall outside their door listening quietly to the conversation inside. Her ears were not as good as theirs, but she could somehow understand what was going on inside. She understood Vlad needed it to heal. So, Tenele waited patiently for Atul to help him with that and she was thankful that he could.

Atul's soothing words helped the vampire focus. He grew quiet again and rubbed his face on the pillow next to him. He was so grateful the man didn't make any more fuss than that, and even more relieved to find he hadn't lost Atul's interest because of his lost composure. Vlad's mouth opened in a silent moan as his tumbling emotions focused in on that one warm touch teasing lower and lower. His somewhat weakened hard-on swelled with new urgency.

Atul took his moans as permission and let his lips glide down his torso over his hips. He muzzled and nipped lightly, feeling his heart race, hearing it in his ears. This was the most nervous he had ever been with Vlad, afraid that he might mess up, that he might make him upset unknowingly.

He glanced up the length of the vampire's toned body as he drug his tongue over his need. He pulled away and pressed a kiss to Vlad's lower abdomen before taking him with his mouth.

He was expertly tender in his attention, and patient as the day is long. He intended to make this the best experience he ever had.

Vlad's waist jerked slightly under Atul's expert movements. His breath came faster and the sensations built up. It wasn't just that Atul was skillfully answering every unspoken desire. In all the time he'd been separated from them, Vlad had been too consumed by Maxwell's research to even think of relieving himself. His body was so sensitive that he could barely take it. He groaned deeply, clutching at the sheets because Atul's silky hair was out of reach and he suspected he'd do damage if he took hold of it now. "Ah, fuck, Atul," he growled, as foul-mouthed as ever when he was this turned on.

Atul smiled, feeling very pleased with himself for getting him worked up like that. His dedication to the task didn't waver, and he spent the next few minutes showing Vlad how much he missed him. He ignored the ache in his own body as it longed for contact until he couldn't take it anymore.

He sat up, lifting Vlad's legs open and up so they rested on his parted thighs. He worked his hand around Vlad while he took up the oil the vampire had collected.

"May I?"

* * *

It wad moments like this when Tenele wished she had the ability to teleport. She wanted in the room. She wanted to see what she could hear, but didn't want to interrupt. It was both exciting sitting where she sat and very frustrating.

Maybe she should go for a walk in the snow to cool off?

If Vlad had been just a little less fixated on the joyous thrumming of Atul's heartbeat and the buzzing throughout his body, he probably could have heard Tenele's heartbeat right through the wall. But concentration wasn't his strong point at the moment. He let the man raise his hips, and just thinking about it made him moan. "Yes. Gods yes..." he groaned, already imagining the heat inside of him, the kind of pain he actually enjoyed.

Atul applied a generous amount of oil to himself, and then he massaged it into Vlad. He took hold of his need and angled his body into position. He let Vlad know what was about to happen. He went slow, not the usual pace he offere Vlad. He treated him as delicately as he treated Tenele. He braced himself over Vlad with one strong, muscled arm, and slipped inside him. Atul shuddered, exhaling a ragged breath as he gathered his composure. He kissed his lover gently, letting him grow accustomed to the sensation before he shifted his hips.

* * *

Tenele coyldnt sit there any longer. This was an odd kind of torture. She reached out for the door handle and stopped. Nope, nope... She was going to let them be together. Let them heal together.

Tenele grabbed her fur coat by the front door ad she ventured outside. The rush of frigid air did little at first to cool the fire in her, but she was sure a few minutes of walking would quell 3 months of longing for her husband... Right?

Vlad cried out fiercely, his body tightening around the man in strong approval. His heavy breath washed between their bodies in cool gusts. Maxwell's table was all but forgotten. He was lying beneath his lover, and he wanted everything about this man. The only thing that would make it any more amazing would be Tenele, but he would have to track her down later and show her that he was alive and he was hers.

"Deeply," he purred to Atul, and if he was in a position to wriggle further against the man, he would have.

"As you wish," Atul moaned, driving deeper, as much as it would allow. He cupped his hands around Vlad's hips. "Take all of me." He drew out and slid back in, deep. He repeated this, trying his best to control himself and not be too rough. It just felt too good. His gaze grew hooded and heavy while he focused on giving Vlad all the pleasure he could.

Vlad's expression showed no pain as the man's full length poured into him, only ecstasy. His experiences these past months were so far removed from pleasure. Each thrust shook him with tremor after tremor of hard-hitting relief. "You feel so good," he moaned, rocking his hips into the rhythm, his muscled abs stretching and coiling to dance with Atul's body.

Atul clenched his eyes, focused. He loved that Vlad wasn't shy to give voice to what he felt. It inflated his ego, but it turned him on more than that. His concentration broke, and he took his gentle pace just a notch faster. He opened his eyes, wanting to absorb his lover's reaction. He growled as the pleasure rolled through him and he kissed his lover feverishly.

Vlad grunted against Atul's lips at the change of pace, melting under the man's touch. He felt insatiable. "Do it the way you want, Atul. Show me," he growled needfully. "I want the same thing. I trust you."

Atul huffed. He sat up and took hold of Vlad's legs and positioned them over his shoulders and lifted his hips. He wrapped his arms over his legs and his hands held his knees to his shoulders. Atul gave Vlad everything he had, his voice giving light to how pleasing it was to be with him like this. "Ahh! Yes, yes!" His muscles rippled with each thrust and the wood bed protested.