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Post by caleb on Mar 15, 2012 2:47:49 GMT 1
Caleb had scheduled this game for quite some time. One of the favored guests had an object he wished to obtain. He held all the cards in his hand as he sat looking at the men. His body clad in his most elegant of suits as he sat with the three men. He had made a wager of his most prized possessions being a beautiful painting of a woman taking a bath with a wine glass held in her hand. Her face looking out at you through the painting with that way women had for centuries when they wished for you to join them in their games. He had the painting covered on the desk not far from the table he had centered in his office. He sat on the couch comfortably and they sat in chairs made for kings. These slum males. Cutthroats. He handed the cards to the dealer he had pegged for this specific job.
The man shuffled the cards again before dealing them. Caleb picked up his cards and looked them over. This would be the final hand and he was turned some to sit comfortable on the couch. He was winning and the three men were getting angrier by the moment from the tale tell signs of the reddened face. Finally the man Caleb wanted the object from threw down his cards as he stood up and growled. "You cheat, Caleb. You have been playing us for fools all night long!" Caleb stood up pushing the couch back with the back of his legs. He dropped his cards on the table with no emotion showing in his face at all.
He placed his hands on the table still not speaking for the moment but his dealer went to the door and opened it before exiting and the lock clicked behind him. "You come into my home and disrespect me by calling me a cheat, my friend. I do not cheat when there is no need. I have been having good hands all night. I demand to have what belongs to me. You are just wanting to keep it because you know it's value. I want that piece and I wish for it now." He held out his hand and felt the man slap the cane against his palm and growled. His cold eyes sliding to the man's eyes. "You will pay handsomely for that."
His free hand shot out and backhanded the man clean across the room and on the tumble he dropped the Smilodon Fang. He moved jumping on the table and running across it to get to the object first and picked it up before grabbing one of the men by the collar and tossing the man at the door which he hit with a thud as he felt a cane strike him on the back. He fell down to the ground with a thud but kicked out with his foot breaking the man's leg. He got up slowly with a groan. "Get your men and leave. You have caused enough trouble in my presence and in my house. Go now!" They scrambled to get out, unlocking the door and left. He went over to his computer and began to play 'Let Me Fall' by Josh Groban.
He began to move the object along his hands as he sat down on the couch with a soft sigh. "Ah, so I finally got you. You will be quite the asset to my collection." He looked over at the covered painting and slowly smiled. "My apologies, my dear. I had to offer him something that was worth his while. Of course we had nothing to worry about and you will be back in your home soon enough high on my wall." He knew the objects couldn't respond back but they were the closest things to friends that he had. They held all of his secrets after all in their silence. He stretched out on the couch closing his eyes as he held the object in his hand placing his arm over his eyes. He heard the door open. "Just lock it I'm going to stay in here the rest of the night, Marquis." He heard the man's reply. "Yes, Sir Vyne." The lock clicked and the door closed.
He began running his thumb over the surface of the fang in his hand. Ah, he finally had the object he had been wanting for so long and now he would be keeping it forever.
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Post by Malach on Mar 16, 2012 4:17:07 GMT 1
The faintest shimmer of light spread unnoticed across the surface of the carving as the pale golden mist seeped slowly from it, pouring over the prone vampire and down to the floor like a shower of glitter. It swirled around gently as if upon an unfelt eddies as it began to flow as sinuously as a snake across the priceless Indian rug that decorated the floor. Malach was awake...
He heard the vampire crooning softly as his fingers played across the surface of the carved Smiladon fang. Despite the passage of time the carving was a fresh and vibrant as the day it had been done, though the unknown and unremembered artisan had been dust for millennia. The fang was organic and alive to the touch, warm as only bone is and a tactile delight.
The golden mist spiralled upwards dissipating from its serpentine likeness into a cloudy pillar that grew silently but steadily more solid as the seconds slowly ticked away on the antique clock that graced the wall of the sumptuously appointed games-room. What had been a beautiful mirage of sparkling light was now a vision of perfect male beauty.
Malach stood for a moment in eerie silence, just looking down at the creature that had called him forth from the artefact to which his essence was bound. He found that the vampire was in fact pleasing to look upon, a creature of intelligence and taste if first impressions were to prove correct. He smiled his amused and superior little smile, this might indeed be a pleasant interlude.
He bent over the vampire's reclining form, the dim light shimmering from the gilt edges of the tattoos that adorned his naked body. His movement was sinuous as a snake as his fine golden hair fell forwards, framing his delicate features and the bright mismatched eyes that shone like jewels. His tongue flickered a moment over his full, sensual lips before he spoke.
With a warm, sweet breath more intoxicating than incense and a dulcet, seductive tone he whispered softly into the vampire's ear. “My, but you are a pretty one, I think I may enjoy this... what is your first wish?”
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Post by caleb on Mar 16, 2012 12:42:48 GMT 1
Caleb lay there relaxing on the couch with the cards and chips still scattered on the table. He would clean it up later. Everyone knew that he was the one who kept this room cleaned unless he had to leave in haste and then it was put to Marquis. Marquis had been a constant companion and friend for quite some time. From what Marquis had told him he had once been a sword fighter in India. The man looked rough with all the tattoos and piercings he had but Caleb had helped save his life here in New Vegas. They had quickly become friends after that and from what Marquis had said he would continue to be until the debt was repaid. Caleb had shrugged a shoulder and told him that there was no debt to be repaid but Marquis was stubborn.
His thumb slid over the shape of the fang in his hand and he could remember the story from the man of how it had passed through time without even a dent on it's perfect bone. His free hand lay off of the couch almost to the floor as he rolled onto his side. Tonight had been very gainful for him. Perhaps he would later go and find himself a good man or woman to have a party with. But then he heard a voice in his ear. His eyes narrowed under his arm after opening. The voice was so sweet and delicious that he didn't want to immediately move his arm and wanted to hear that voice again. "If it were a dream I was having I would have gladly woken to such a voice in my ear."
His arm slid off of his eyes and he looked up at the man still holding the Fang in his hand so that it was laying more on his chest as he looked up still not getting up. "How did you get in, my friend?" His words cultured as that which could only come from a long life. "Did you sneak in before the card game?" He let a corner of his mouth twitch at that. "Are you here to seduce or kill me? Such a shame if you were a stalker. It would have been so much easier just to ask. I am a gentleman after all and couldn't deny a handsome man such as yourself." He stretched on the couch. "I couldn't make a wish under such a hasty quickness like this."
He chuckled underneath his breath. "May I ask what name they bestowed on one such as yourself? It should be something along the lines of some God from Mythologies. They say Cupid was a devilish looking man but could stop breathes from just walking into the room. I must say you nearly took mine away." He continued to look up into his face.
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Post by Malach on Mar 16, 2012 16:23:10 GMT 1
“And what would one such as yourself be dreaming of? The past or the future? or the realms of that which never was and never will be?” Malach purred. He was a tiny bit disappointed that he had not startled the vampire when he first spoke but there would be many opportunities for him to see that look on mortal faces later he was certain. For now, the calm reserve of this creature was equally intriguing to him. The vampire's words were clear and articulate. Malach liked that. It would make everything that followed so much more fun.
Malach leaned back a little so as to look down fully into the vampire's face as he moved his arm to uncover his eyes. Yes, his eyes were as pretty as the rest of him, but Malach had already known that they would be. He met the vampire's piercing eyes with his own bright gaze. One eye as blue as the evening sky, the other green as a tropical forest. His eyes held no fear of Caleb, in fact they held none of the emotions that a powerful individual such as Caleb might have grown used to seeing in those peers and peons that surrounded him in everyday existence. These eyes held only an intense curiosity and more than a little mischief.
“I came in through the door,” Malach chuckled, his voice was sweet and musical and his laughter tinkled like a wind-chime, “...and I have been here all night. So I suppose you might like to think I snuck in,” he was teasing now and quite thoroughly enjoying himself, “...but I was invited,” he smirked, “...in a manner of speaking,” he continued to look down into the vampires eyes, watching for the dance of thoughts and emotions that would flicker across them at his words, “...and is not manner all that matters?” He had given the vampire an invitation to play, and he had a feeling that this one would play well.
His eyes began to roam blatantly over Caleb's outstretched body. “Seduce you or kill you? Are those my only options?” he smiled wickedly. “No I don't think so... though perhaps the former has some merit...?” His eyes sparkled again with wicked humour. Malach fair glowed at the flattery Caleb was pouring on him. He was by nature more than a little vain and this vampire seemed adept at shaping pretty words and compliments. There was no doubt in Malach that he was quite definitely going to enjoy this. “Apollo had a prettier smile,” he chuckled softly, “...but I am not him either.”
“I am here to be of service...” he leant in closer again and his blonde hair brushed against Caleb's cheek as soft and fine as spider silk, his lips hovering just above Caleb's own, “...to make your wishes come true.” he breathed the last as little more than a whisper. He slowly blinked his beautiful eyes, the long blonde lashes resting momentarily against his perfect sculpted cheeks. “I am Malach.”
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Post by caleb on Mar 17, 2012 5:44:05 GMT 1
Caleb heard the question and a corner of his mouth lifted. "My next object I want to obtain, of course. The future, I believe since it isn't in my possession... Yet." His eyes watched the man calmly taking in what may happen next. He wasn't quite sure what to make of it at all. This situation. "I don't think of things of never was and never will be. It will be so sooner or later." He spoke confident as he held up the Fang. "Did I not get this like I wanted?"
He wasn't used to anybody not being afraid of him but he had to admit that he enjoyed that this man didn't fear him. The look of the man's eyes was quite beautiful. "What beautiful eyes you have. Truly remarkable. One blue like beautiful water and one green like the most beautiful place he had ever seen once upon a time. They glittered with curiosity but then more of a little mischief and he wondered how much mischief this man could possibly pull.
"You didn't come in through the door unless it was before the game of cards." He looked almost curious at the man's words. He perked an eyebrow as the man said he was invited in a manner of speaking. A slight frown began to form as he thought over what was being said. But then a corner of his mouth lifted in a slight smile as the man said and is not manner all that matters.
Caleb saw the man's eyes move over him and moved his body some stretching as if to entice the man further. "Seduce me?" The gentleman spoke softly. Wasn't that what he was thinking earlier? To go and enjoy someone? "Oh but he may have a prettier smile but those eyes of yours are without compare the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. One blue and one green. Nothing could compare to that. And such a shame but you should be a God and treated like one."
But then he heard Malach's words of being of service and shivered at the thought of it. The feel of Malach's hair brushing against Caleb's cheeks had his eyes sliding down some just leaving some of his eye open to see Malach. The feel of the man's lips so close to his was enough to make him want to play with the man. He set the Fang on the table and lifted a hand to the back of Malach's neck. "I think that name is very suiting of you." His tongue came out to slide against his bottom lip. "All my wishes or just some?" He chuckled softly at that.
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Post by Malach on Mar 18, 2012 5:46:06 GMT 1
Malach felt the vampire shiver and knew that he had his undivided attention, and when he responded to Malach's teasing touch he knew he had more than that. He was a very tactile creature, quite blatant in his desires and seeing no advantage here in being coy. The sense of the vampire's growing arousal was intense and Malach was reminded that he hadn't had the opportunity, or more honestly the inclination, to indulge himself with the last custodian of his bound object.
He smiled knowingly at Caleb's comment on his name. Some would say that its meaning was 'Angel' in some of the languages of mankind. Of course more correctly it should be said that it had come to mean that to certain primitive peoples who had erroneously taken one glowing golden creature for another. Malach was no angel, he considered them rather stuffy and boring if he were being honest, which he rarely was entirely. No, he was a Djinn and rather pleased with it.
He groaned softly as Caleb's hand slid to the back of his neck. His tactile presence so demanding that Malach wanted only to surrender to the sensation and enjoy. His skin was soft and velvet smooth under Caleb's hand, warm and silken to the touch. The tattoos that adorned his body could be felt if stroked just right, as if his skin had a nap to it. Malach's tongue flickered out, fast as a snake to taste Caleb's own tongue and lips. The lingering taste of himself he left behind was both sharp and sweet, like a perfectly ripe strawberry.
“Let's start with the traditional three wishes shall we?” Malach purred, “...and see where that leaves us?” There would be plenty of time later for wishes, all the time in the world in fact. That the vampire was trying to be careful only added to his appeal. A well worded wish was like poetry to Malach, a thing of beauty to be appreciated and contemplated. Its many possible meanings to be examined and enjoyed before finally a choice being made reality.
Conversely, to him a poorly phrased wish was an ugly thing, coarse on the ears and bitter on the tongue. Crude and abrasive, it was a thing to be despised and mocked, dissected and disparaged before being foisted upon the world. The difference was as important to Malach as that between a seduction and a rape. Like a muse, Malach much preferred to be seduced.
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Post by caleb on Mar 19, 2012 2:26:03 GMT 1
Caleb had shivered at the feel of the man's hair so soft sliding along his skin and the man's touch was extraordinary as he looked up at the man. He should truly wonder though if the man had been sent to kill him. The man definitely was made for Caleb and would be easy to slip in as well to get close to Caleb. But damned if Caleb wasn't interested. He was definitely interested and aroused. Caleb being a gentleman was still a man of passion.
Caleb's hand slid along to the man's neck making sure he didn't go anywhere and his lips pressed against the man's lips. The man's skin was so soft like a feather raking against flesh in sweet torture. He would have to do that once. Slide a feather over this man's skin. If the man were still here when he could. His tongue wanted out to lick at that soft flesh even as he laid there waiting to see what the man would do with his mouth pressed against Caleb's but then Caleb felt the quick swipe of Malach's tongue against his tongue and lips. He groaned as if he had just tasted the most exquisite of wine's. The most delicious of blood from any and his body was already reacting to it's wants.
But then the man began to speak again and he wanted to growl at the man's insistence on wishes. "Why don't we set aside the wishes for now and enjoy something more productive like me worshiping your body with swipes of my tongue and torturing it with my teeth until you are begging me to release you from my insistence of causing you up most pleasure, dear Malach?" He thought over the wish he wanted to make but there was so many ways it could go wrong and right now he didn't want it to go wrong. He wanted to ensnare the man right now. Hmm... Maybe a taste...
Maybe a test to see if he would obey the wish. "I wish for you to have to obey me for tonight." How could that one go wrong? Would the man laugh and walk out or be having to be forced to obey whatever Caleb had to say. Oh, he could feel his arousal even more pressing against his slacks at the thoughts that could go on. It was truly a test as to see what would happen in the whole of the night. He brought his other hand up to slide his thumb over Malach's cheek. "You walking out or going to bend to my rule for tonight, Malach?" He practically breathed against Malach's lips.
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Post by Malach on Mar 19, 2012 4:56:21 GMT 1
Malach could see the thoughts dancing behind the vampire's eyes. Suspicion and distrust but also fascination and desire... and desire it seemed was winning out. He felt the vampire's hand sliding along his neck, taking a firmer grip, and he knew that there was no physical way he could resist or escape the vampire's hold. He found it exciting, exhilarating, it did not even occur to his alien thought process to be cautious or afraid and his eager anticipation radiated from his face. The simple. almost chaste kiss upon his lips held such restraint and underlying passion Malach almost gasped at the thought of what passion might later be coaxed to the surface.
Caleb's groan of pleasure at the taste of Malach on his mouth was like music to Malach's ears. His eyes reflected the vampire's lust back at him and so very much more besides. He wanted this pretty sensual creature, wanted to enjoy his body as well as his wishes, but more so he wanted to be wanted, to feel the desire in another's need. Caleb's words were striking home to the very heart of Malach's own wants and desires. His words dripped like honey as he spoke of what he would do with Malach's body, and Malach found himself very much hoping that this vampire was a creature of his word.
"I wish for you to have to obey me for tonight."
“Granted.” Malach giggled.
“Your wish is my command.” His mind was already toying with the wish, playing through the possibilities. All things had their limits... except wishes of course, but the one thing that one could not wish for was a wish. The vampire's scent of arousal was becoming overpowering and as his thumb brushed along Malach's cheek his lashes fluttered and his breath quickened. “Are you ordering me to walk away?” Malach breathed in response. He knew full well what the vampire wanted. Bend to his rule, huh? Oh Malach could do that allright, and enjoy himself whilst he did too. But would it tell the vampire what he wanted to know? That was the real question and it was going to amuse the hell out of Malach to play it out.
“Are you going to give me your name? or shall I just call you Master?” he purred.
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Post by Marcel Chevalier on Jul 8, 2012 22:21:07 GMT 1
Continued in "A Winning or More? Continued"
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