𝔑𝔬𝔄𝔯𝔲 𝔎𝔞𝔤𝔢𝔯𝔬𝔲
Lucius loomed over the forlorn heir, the moonlight beside them granting nothing left for the imagination--
as Julius knew all too well what sinful details lay present on the dark silhouette before him. Perhaps it was the
silence between them, the hour in which he presented himself that was long past Eleanor's departure to her
chambers, or even the smallest exhale the dark lord gave, that performed well to exude no shortage of trepidation.
In a loose hiss, Lucius muttered--
"It's time."
Brought upon like by instinct, Julius grabbed the side of his neck as if to protect himself from an attack
that had not yet come. "Nonsense!" he uttered with a sneer, shock forming on his face in the form of a raised lip.
"The wound from last time is just starting to fade away! Do you know how difficult it was to hide? To make such
ill-witted excuses for it? I refuse!" With a hesitant movement, he clenched the teal-colored satin fabric of the sheet
between his fingers; pulling it towards him in an effort to prove he had no intention of leaving this bed.
Stubbornness was a quality Lucius often admired within him, but no such admiration could save him from what
was to come tonight. Two weeks had since passed from their last bloody exchange, and in no way, shape, or form,
did he want to re-enact those moments of animalistic intent. Gaining his trust was something of an importance,
but no less difficult to manage even with the odds in his favor. His ward of course, did not make this task easy.
Silently, Lucius narrowed his gaze, offering a final warning in both a cold and calming disposition. "Don't make
this any more difficult than it needs to be. Less-, you forget what happened a mere two weeks ago."
A hint of anger perpetuated by fear flickered across Julius's face as he said this, his silvery blue eyes dilating
against the pale moonlight.
Lucius continued, offering his hand as he drew his fingertips to lift the angered lord’s chin. "What occurred last
time, it was not on purpose. I warned you not to come for me, to ask questions... please understand, this is as
difficult a time for me as it is for you. Because we had made a pact in which I had already tasted your blood,
it was especially vexing... you were not ready..." he lifted Julius's chin, his ebony fingertips trailing down to the
tight skin below his jaw; indication of the horror he inflicted not long past. "But-- like a moth to a flame, your
curiosity drew you into my abode. What occurred was nothing more than your own negligence, and the hunger
of one whom has waited to long for this... for that, moment."
Julius turned his face, doing well to look anywhere but the piercing carnal eyes of the man before him. Anger
built up inside him, the fabric between his fingers losing its distressing purpose. With a soft jerk, Lucius pressed
his chin back into place so that their eyes met, his voice brisk-
"It doesn't have to be this way, if you would only allow this more willingly, I could even make you enjoy it--"
Those words ignited a flame Julius had done his best to quell. Immediately, Julius raised his hand in an
attempt to slap the foreboding lord aside him. Disgust burned across his face in a fury, Lucius taking ahold of
his wrist before his pale hand could dare to touch his face. "Don't speak to me with such smug accusations,
as if it were my fault that happened! I would rather die than give an ounce of my pleasure to you! As if being
eaten alive could be anything but a nightmare!"
With a dim expression, Lucius whispered into the darkness, tightening his grip around the unrelenting
lord’s wrist. "Are you denying me? Even though I come to you now, so that what happened in the past does not
come to be in the future?" His eyes began to churn, the golden color dissipating as a bright red replaced it,
akin to a drop of red ink in a vile of water. "Do you deny me still, despite my intent to do this in your favor?"
"GET OUT..." Julius seethed through his teeth in reply, forgoing the man clad in black.
A force abruptly burst against him as the words escaped his lips, as if weights had pressed against his body
from above. Lucius revealed his fangs, a small twinge of irritation present on his face before melting away into
sullen contempt "Then you have chosen force."
"Get out! Get out I say! I said no damn it!" Julius raised his other hand, managing to harshly slap Lucius
across the cheek before both he and his wrists lay pinned against the bed. For a moment, Lucius merrily stared
back at him; and in return Julius had the briefest of thoughts that perhaps he would give mercy to his request,
only to see that a small cut ran against the side of Lucius’s cheek. Lucius had been nicked by his nail in the heat
of the moment. Amidst a slow drifting glance-- Lucius peered down at his cheek, Julius shocked to see the meek
wound seal within seconds. Not a moment had passed before Lucius’s carnelian eyes glowed back towards him.
Although his composure was stoic and sure, Julius could feel that there lay an anger in him that proved to expose
his own inferiority. The uncanny notion that the man pinning him against his own bed was not mortal came to mind
and filled him yet again with a sort of terror he never knew he possessed. Serving like a meager ploy to defend himself
the only way he could in this situation, his voice sputtered-- as if unable to control the words escaping his trembling lips
"I'm so--" Yet, only to be cut off by Lucius, whose face remained unmoved.
"It's too late for apologies. Keep it, my friend. I won't offer you the same forgiveness."
In a quick movement, Lucius turned his body to face him against the bed; his face drawing near to his jawline,
wasting no time in biting against his lithe neck. A pained exhale exhumed from Julius's mouth, his body tensing in
a futile effort to brace himself for the wave of pain that burned against his throat. Words formed in his thoughts,
only to come out as excruciating gasps and sighs from his quivering lips. A dull sense of heat trickled down his clavicle,
the sensation of warm blood leaking from the impassioned kiss ravaging against his nape. Blood stained against the
satin fabric beneath him, as Julius struggled against the man atop him, whose intrepid fingers released his aching
wrists only to unravel the ivory-colored nightgown down from his shoulders-- revealing a near bare upper frame.
Each swallow of blood grew harsher, not in the sense that more was taken with each greedy inhale- but rather
that each motion grew more and more lost and overtaken by a monster relishing in the passion of his bloody caress.
His broad body pressed against Julius beneath, a forcefulness exchanged with each measure of resistance. With one hand
twisted around the white hair behind Julius's head, Lucius used the other to sink his unforgiving nails into the
bedspread beside them. The sound of fabric fibers being torn lurched against Julius's ears, tearing his attention away
for but a moment. With squinted eyes he watched in confounded diligence the barbaric motion of feathers and cotton
peeking from behind the fabric torn by those unholy nails. ‘Stop’ was the word Julius wished to convey, and still,
he could not muster the courage as he withered against the sheets. For what reason Lucius did this, is uncertain.
Any brief effort to ponder the action disappeared as fast as the thought came. Surely, it was only a means of asserting
his authority, his power over him. “He is a monster in a man's body, nothing more and nothing less.”
Tightly sealed fists pounded against the dark lords back, panicked hands trying to find any sort of crevice against
his coat that could be used to pry him away. Regardless of his efforts, Julius was quick to learn it was in vain and his
remaining stamina was fleeting; just like the hopes he once had of a normal existence in this new land called ‘London’...
As hope tremored away with every harrowing moment- his pride weakened, so did the efforts of escape. Instead,
a tight hold grasped against Lucius's back, the other firmly bound against the bed. Knuckles intertwined against the
pillow that was a victim of the Shaina's cruelty. “Endure it… endure it… Simply a means of enduring this ordeal…
it will not last.” This was the phrase Julius repeated to himself as a mere few minutes felt like an eternity of
hellish purgatory. In an odd peculiarity, he found that if he did not remind himself of this fact; he would break.
“Then again… Perhaps I am already broken.”
When the resistance had ceased, so did the overly rash movements from the one whom persisted against it.
A few daunting minutes passed, silence encompassing the room. The quietness slowly began overtaking the audible
memories of sheets shifting and legs clambering moments prior. With a tender hand, Lucius brushed his fingertips against
Julius's jawline; holding his face forward as he pulled away from his bloody neck. When he looked upon his face, cold eyes
glared back-- as if harboring naught but disgust and shame. There were no words he could say to change the outcome
into a better one, for even if he had the volition to try, this boy would not change his gaze that refused to give in.
He might lose the strength in his body, but never his soul; that was the look in his eyes and Lucius knew to oppose
it was a wasted effort.
Slowly, he moved away from Julius, turning his back to him as he composed himself. With a fluid movement
he began wiping the blood from his lips, his tongue greedily taking each smeared drop from his fingertips. After, he
brushed his overcoat and collar, realigning his tie in a meticulous effort to cover up what he had done. The moon had
not changed, the light unaltered. This did not ease Julius's thoughts, who lay just feet behind the one taking such care
of his attire’s physical appearance. Truly, what was only a few minutes felt like hell on earth-- and this reality only made
him feel more pathetic.
When Lucius had done himself proper, he rest a hand on his lap; straightening his back so that his posture prevailed
to be composed. "It is over. Do well to remember this and heed my words well." Upon this claim he turned his face,
glancing over his shoulder with eyes that still smoldered that malefic color. "I can be cruel, and I can be kind.
Tonight, you beckoned the man in me that can turn one to ruin. This is but a taste of what this side if me has to offer.
It is more frightening knowing this is me in control, over the one you encountered last time, is it not? Your actions brought
this upon yourself, and I obliged. You can decide for yourself which side of me you would prefer to see. If it is any consolation...
I much prefer one over the other. But, in the end, I suppose the outcome in the same..." he lay a hand on Julius's leg, as if
some distant and aloof way of expressing his grievances.
Weakly, Julius pushed away--inching himself farther from him and his self-indulgent form of pity. Blood smeared against
the pillow, traveling in a line adjacent to the wound oozing from his neck; a testament to what had transpired. Julius managed
a few more pushes before fully collapsing against the pillow, weakness overtaking him. His body shivered against his wishes,
a cold sensation traveling across his body that felt not alive, but like fog drifting over a hillside. He was here and not here,
alive but dead all at the same.
With a sigh, Lucius pressed against the sheets "I will leave you to the night, and I hope you sleep easy. Please, recant on
the words spoken on this night." Before he could venture up from the side of the bed, a small whisper uttered behind him,
pulling his attention. His hesitance to rise was all the reply Julius needed, as Lucius could not bear to look into his hateful scorn.
"How long... must I endure this...? How many times... must we perform this, hellish ritual?" His voice was near silent,
perhaps too silent for a mere mortal’s ears. With his heightened senses, however, Lucius could hear the pain and sorrow in his
voice all too well. This sound, this tone, it was something he had heard to many times in his long life as a sinner. There was a
brief silence as darkness slowly clouded Julius's vision. Although vague and impossible to truly define in words, he was given
an answer; and the manner in which they were spoken was all the dreaded confirmation he needed.
"For as long as I live."
“Ah... what a cruel answer for an immortal man to say with such a stoic facade… I would laugh if I had but the strength...”
This was a lie, however. The thought of laughter had left him long ago. Unable to hold back what he had restrained in those
hellish moments, weakness and despair in the form of a single tear dripped down his cheek; eyes lifelessly watching his own
blood stain the fabric just beyond his reach.
"I hate you."
Lucius was reticent for a time, and Julius wondered if perhaps he had finally bested this monster in mortal form with
such a simple phrase. Before sleep could claim him, words laden in a sort of longing and woe hushed in the air between them,
as if like a dream carriage cradling him to the morgue of his mind
"That you feel even an ounce of anything for me, is enough to make me feel content."
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