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Post by melissaparker on May 17, 2012 1:25:17 GMT 1
Melissa watched Caleb closely, not trusting him, A shiver raked her small form, as he touched her arm, and then kissed her hard. She didn't respond to the kiss. She placed her hands onto his chest, and frowned. "Depends on what you want for entertainment" She murmured before turning her gaze to Malach. "No need to get upset, Malach. I think, Caleb is just toying with you."
She smirked as she tilted her head at the elder vampire. A grin came over her lips, and a hand reached over to brushed her fingertips against his cheek, before toying with his hair. "You want to break me? Sounds like such a hassle" Her ocean blue eyes, shined brightly at the two males and tilted her head. "Malach can entertain you or you can entertain him, then I'll be on my way" She said, flicking her tongue over her full lips. "I'm hungry, and need to go feed." She murmured.
She then ran her hands back to his chest, and began to try to give small pushes, to show, she wanted to be let go. "I'll respect you more now. I should've kept my distance from Malach and kept my mouth shut." She admitted. Melissa turned her keen, gaze to Malach. "Besides, I don't see Caleb in any other way, but my employer." She added and she smirked. Her hands were still on Caleb's chest. She gave up on pushing him away, and placed her hands back on her hips. "Can I go now? I'm not a fan of being cooped up for to long"
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Post by caleb on May 17, 2012 14:39:05 GMT 1
Caleb wasn't showing his hand of cards yet. He felt her shiver as he ran his fingers along her arm. He heard Malach answer his question on what he would use to describe Caleb. "Remora... A fish that sucks onto the strongest predators and refuses to let go. Interesting. And Ophiophagus... The strongest of snakes that eats lesser snakes. How adequate, Malach. And very intelligent. But do they not call the Remora lazy?" He responded with ease.
He kissed Melissa hard and she didn't respond at all. Not even disgust at being kissed in such a fashion. But Malach definitely did react. Caleb could hear his hiss as if angered at Caleb kissing another. "I find I would rather just break you than be entertained by you." He said in disgust as she placed a hand on his chest. He looked into her eyes as she asked if he wanted to break her. "Everything is a hassle but some things do have it's perks." He felt her fingertips on his cheek even as he felt Malach pressing against his back pouting.
He felt Malach's arms wrap around his waist even as Malach began to rub against him and he lifted Melissa higher so her feet didn't touch the ground. He heard Malach's words as he looked up at Melissa. "Respect comes and as for seeing me in any other way doesn't matter to me. If I want something it is mine until I say otherwise. Just ask Malach." He wanted to backhand her to the door but instead he pressed back against Malach making him move back a step.
He smirked as he let his hand loose and dropped her. "Next time show a little fear or I will force you to. You mess with what's mine again I will make what you supposedly have gone through look like child's play. I am not one to be messed with or have my words ignored. Pick yourself off the ground and get out before I do more to you just to prove my points." He turned in Malach's arms and began to move them towards where the bottles were held. He slid his tongue out and ran it along Malach's neck.
"I find I am hungry. Why not let me have a true taste of your essence? A taste of your blood to warm me." He whispered wickedly to Malach in his ear.
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Post by Malach on May 17, 2012 20:10:43 GMT 1
Malach frowned at the girl vampire. Of course Caleb was toying with him. What else could he possibly be doing by giving his attention to her instead of him? However Malach had no idea of why she thought that was supposed to make him any the less upset about it. He brightened and giggled again as Caleb mulled over the suggested descriptions of him. It was one of Malach's favourite things about Caleb, he could appreciate the convoluted word games that the Djinn liked to play.
He was considerably less happy however with the continued attention Melissa was getting, especially when she began to grin and caress Caleb's cheek and hair in response. He couldn't fathom what the girl hoped to gain here or even whether she was trying to provoke Caleb or seduce him. What she was definitely doing however was stealing Caleb's attention away from him. Slowly a pale green shimmer began to play over Malach's hands.
Unlike himself, the little butterfly would be an easy kill for the elder vampire, or for him for that matter if she didn't move her hand soon. He didn't like the way she was smirking as she talked about him 'entertaining', as if he were no better than she. This game had gone sour for him and that meant it needed to stop or he was going to get mean. He gave another sharp hiss, his eyes narrowing dangerously as she ran her hands over Caleb's chest and the green glow grew brighter.
He stepped back as Caleb pressed against him, taking pleasure from the feel of the vampire's immense strength, and the fiery glow faded from his skin as Caleb turned to face him. He purred as Caleb moved them further into the store, shivering as the vampire's tongue played over his neck. “Then wish for it,” he murmured, “...or take it, if you can...” His jewelled eyes fair glowed with inner fire and his smile was pure sensuality. “I won't fight you if you think you are ready to try...”
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Post by melissaparker on May 20, 2012 15:17:53 GMT 1
Melissa rubbed her neck as Caleb finally let her go. She didn’t say anything, when the elder vampire threatened to do her harm. She wrapped her hand around the door handle and hissed. It was still locked. She had a feeling the sick bastard, Caleb knew this as well. She was tempted to break down the door, so she could just leave, but she thought otherwise. "Caleb, if you want me to leave so badly, your going to have to unlock the door, or let me unlock or let me break down the door." She said with a sigh.
She would rather not be here, when clothes started coming off and sounds of pleasure would start. Not that she had anything against two males being sexually active with each other. She just didn't want to be forced to watch it. She was not having a good day at all. She was hungry, and only thing with blood in the room was Caleb and Malach. She didn't want to feed of Caleb, he wouldn't let her anyway. Plus Caleb wouldn't let her feed from Malach either. She placed a hand on her hip, and frowned, as she watched the two. A small smile appeared on her face and turned her back to them, and wandered off to another part of the room, to give them alone time.
She ran her hand along the wall, and sat down on a crate, she sighed softly. She leaned her back against the wall, closing her eyes. Her long yet slender fingers began to trace invisible designs on the crate she was sitting on. Nothing special about the designs, at least to her. Just the ones she saw that were on Malach, she smiled before stopping, and letting her mind wander to other things, that would keep her busy, while she waited for the other two males to finish up.
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Post by caleb on May 28, 2012 17:06:02 GMT 1
Caleb knew he was toying with Malach. Teaching him a lesson of sorts by taunting the girl vampire. Girl since she was younger and naive. She thought she had every right to tell him what to do and to talk to him the way she was. He felt her run her hand over his cheek and hair as if trying to get him more to liking her. Right now he wasn't liking her though. He was teaching the two of them a lesson.
He knew his act was getting to Malach when he heard the hiss as the girl vampire ran her hands over his chest. "Oh, but what if I want you exactly where you are, little missy?" But he was already moving back from her and he soon dropped her onto the floor. He turned in Malach's arms and began moving them to the bottles. His tongue sliding as if to take a taste of Malach's skin on his tongue. He thought to teach Melissa even more of a lesson by forcing her to stay.
He ignored her words as he listened to Malach's words. "Is that a challenge, Malach? Do you want me to have a taste of you? To feel what it is like to have my mouth on your skin as my fangs slid into you? I bet you taste much better than anything I have ever tasted. You want me to wish for it or will you let me have it if only to enjoy my bite as I enjoy your blood inside of me?" He wanted every piece he could have of Malach if he'd let him. "Just a bit and you will enjoy it very much as well, Malach."
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Post by Malach on May 29, 2012 7:19:52 GMT 1
Malach purred in satisfaction. Once again he had Caleb's full and undivided attention and the unwilling audience only sweetened the experience. His hands ran in intricate patterns across Caleb's back as the vampire pressed him further backward into the stores. Caleb was it seemed in an odd mood and Malach was not entirely certain what to make of his reactions.
“A challenge?” Malach purred, “...if it were a true challenge I would fight you.” and his tongue flickered snake-like over Caleb's skin. Malach had never demonstrated any ability that might be effective in resisting the predations of a vampire, but them the Djinn was compulsively secretive, or so it seemed. “What you ask, no vampire has ever taken from me.” Malach's hands worked their way under Caleb's clothing until they were caressing bare flesh and he nuzzled into Caleb's neck. “But none has ever asked with so sweet a tongue...”
Malach had grown quite fond of Caleb in his own rather aloof way. The vampire was interesting, thoughtful and cunning. He was clever and flattering and Malach had no reason to wish him ill. As such, to allow him to taste of Malach's blood... that could be his making or his undoing. Whilst he had never himself been taken by a vampire, he knew the effect that the mercurial liquid that flowed through his veins would have on lesser lifeforms.
“What would you be willing to surrender to taste that essence, Caleb? Power? Dignity? Control?” Oh yes Malach knew the power of his vitae, and it would cost Caleb a great deal to partake of it. Was he ready? Of course he was not. Nothing and no-one was ever ready to taste true immortality, that was the province of the Djinn and boredom or madness was the fate of those who would attempt to emulate them.
“Take what you dare to want Caleb.” Malach whispered as he turned his head to one side exposing the smooth perfect lines of his throat to the vampire. His eyes gleamed now with a wicked challenge. “Do not make me regret offering you what you desire, for I desire to taste what you offer...”
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Post by melissaparker on Jun 5, 2012 1:53:15 GMT 1
A groan escaped her lips and she held her head. "Sadist vampire" She muttered under her breath. She tried covering her ears, but her keen sense of hearing, still made her ear those two. "Come on, let me out." She murmured. She began to search for another escape, a window or something. When she had found nothing, she tried to find another way to blocking them out. "Think of home, think of home, think of home." She chanted. This helped a bit. She began to think of her family, and how easy things were back then. She smiled as she leaned against the wall. She remembered the balls, and parties.
The music, and laughter. She began to remember how happy she was. How lucky she was, to have such a life. A smile appeared on her forever young, and pale face. She crossed one leg over the other, humming softly. She envisioned herself in a ballgown, beautiful blue, as blue as the sky. Her hair up wonderfully, with delicate care, her make up done lightly, so not to hide her pale features. She was dancing, with her father. She nearly forgot what he looked like.
But then Melissa came to reality, and sighed. Her humming had stopped, to most humans or other creature, her humming would be melodic. But probably not to the vampire or Djinn, probably was annoying. She opened her light blue eyes, and pulled her legs to her chest, staring at the wine bottles. She felt depressed slightly now, she missed her family, her maker, missed a lot of things now. She knew Caleb wanted to teach her lesson, but now she wasn't going to let him bother her; nope, not gonna happen. He can fuck Malach in front of her, and she won't be fazed....much.
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Post by caleb on Nov 10, 2012 20:37:27 GMT 1
Caleb enjoyed the feel of Malach's hands running intricate designs on the cloth of his shirt on his back. It made him yearn but this was a lesson of some sort for possibly the both of them. It was an enjoyable game as was the way they acted towards each other. They enjoyed the games making their own personal fun. He thought it over and grinned wickedly. "If we fought even that would possibly end with the same way as this is going to end. Naked and possibly with us both sweaty and very, very satisfied." He chuckles softly at that even as he felt the flickering slide of Malach's tongue on his skin.
Caleb whispered for only Malach's ears to hear. "Those vampires were insignificant and foolish then not to ask for a piece of the treasure that is you. I would like a taste and would very much deem it as the highest gift any could ever get me. I ask only because I wish for you to give me it of your own accord. Because it is you and I only want you to give it to me while I can take it from others it holds no baring to me but from you it would be a wonderful gift, my Malach."
He felt Malach's hands move underneath his shirt. The soft touch causing his muscles to ripple in enjoyment as the hands moved along his flesh. "Mmm... Such fools not to have asked from such a deliciously enthralling man as yourself." He heard the questions posed on him and wondered if they were a warning of sorts. But tonight he wanted something and he was curious of it. What harm could it cause? Could it really be that bad? Like he hadn't done something that put him without control before.
As Malach offered his neck up Caleb's hand came up to cradle the back of Malach's head and his eyes were drawn to the vein that he was oh so wanting to sink his fangs into but he took his time wanting to cherish what was being offered to him. "You will never regret it, Malach dear." With a kiss to Malach's neck he slowly slid his fangs reverently into Malach's neck with a moan. The taste was even more than what any vampire could hope for but as he swallowed down the second suckle he felt the kick straight to his groin and his hands grabbed Malach's upper arms.
He began to rub against Malach as he pulled his fangs from Malach's neck even as he swallowed down the third mouthful. His mouth came to Malach's in a demanding kiss full of passion and need that Caleb had never felt. His mouth trailed down as he whispered to Malach. "I need you right now... I can't wait." He moved trying to shove Malach against a wall. What was this? His brain was so foggy with his need and heat. He began to pull off his own clothes. The jacket came off and his shirt he tore off uncaring who saw or who didn't. His shoes were kicked off his pants he yanked off tearing the fabric.
The boxers were taken off and thrown. His clothes thrown about without a care whatsoever. All he needed and wanted was right there. He grabbed the back of Malach's head and kissed him hard. "Please... I can't stand it. Do something... Touch me, taste me, take me... Fuck me and let's do it now." Words escaped him. The sweet charming conniving words and now he was practically begging with his mouth caressing Malach's mouth with his words. The controlled man reduced to pure hunger at it's finest. Baser need and animalistic in his want.
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Post by Malach on Nov 29, 2012 9:32:57 GMT 1
It was all a game to Malach; everything was always a game. There was only one thing that could inspire him to take it seriously and he did not allow himself to remember that at all. When its time came then Malach would remember that ancient wrong and his hate would burn as fresh and hot as the day his race had been bound, even if that led to the shattering of every facet of reality... but that time was not now.
“You do not want me to fight you Caleb,” Malach purred, “that would be far too simple a game for you.” Caleb's sweet and flattering words caressed Malach's ego and he basked in it as he always did. He was a vain creature to take such pleasure in pretty compliments but it pleased him greatly and that made him want Caleb to be pleased also. He could feel Caleb's determination and knew the vampire was weighing his words carefully. Malach did not waste words however flippant his retorts might seem.
The tattoos that shimmered across Malach's shoulder seemed to form a guideline to the perfect place to bite and an idyllic frame for the strong regular pulse in his neck. The veins and arteries beneath his skin seemed almost to glow as they pulsed. There was so much life in Malach, and not just as a whole; every part of him seemed like a creature alive in it's own right from his spider-silk soft hair to the mercurial blood that Caleb could sense moving beneath his skin.
Malach's skin; though it was soft and delicate seeming as a babe's it had proven stubbornly resistant to scratch or blemish of any kind. Caleb had nipped and teased and grazed his fangs along it before without making the slightest impression on its perfection. This time was different. Malach's skin grew softer still almost ethereal and Caleb's fangs pierced it with no more resistance than would have been offered by warm butter to a hot knife.
Malach moaned in ecstasy. The pleasure of Caleb's bite and the caress of his soft lips as he sucked on the wound had Malach spiralling into a blissful state of orgasmic rapture. Being a creature of the moment he revelled unreservedly in every sensation he could garner and when he gave himself over to the tactile pleasures the incredibly acute senses of the Djinn produced sensations of bliss that he would treasure as his defence against the madness of his captive existence.
Caleb's near instant loss of control was as vigorous as it was inevitable. The very instant that his fangs left Malach's neck the tiny wounds sealed themselves over; hard though they were to harm, still the Djinn healed phenomenally quickly. Malach moaned softly, his eyelids fluttering over his glowing jewelled eyes as he drifted lost in the sensual bliss that came from a vampire's bite. His lips parted to taste Caleb's passionate kiss, the sweet metallic taste of his own blood still lingering in the vampire's mouth.
((Continued in “Wake me up...(cont)” - see PM))
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