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Onyxia The Dragon, Malkavian Primogen
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Feb 28, 2015 02:45PM

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Kevin smelled a familiar scent: Alexander. He followed the aroma of his ghoul to the Confession, and went on inside. He saw his boy swaying to the music, and made his way to him, but still stood beyond Alex's field of vision. He watched hungrily as Alexander danced, wanting nothing more than to have him right then and there. He licked his lips in anticipation.


Kevin came up from behind and pulled Alexander back by his hips, to make the boy ghoul grind on him, he exhaled sensually against the human's neck. "Good boy," He whispered into his ear as he kissed it, "You're mine, no one else's." He said as he kissed downward, working his way to Kevin's neck, his fangs just itching to pierce that soft, delicate skin.


Kevin's lips drew back in a smile, "Alex...my Alex." He reared his fangs and sank them into his ghoul's neck, drinking in deeply. The Kiss was orgasmic and induced sexual pleasure in both the vampire and the human, as it does to all vampires, save one clan cursed with a painful Kiss. This made Kevin's longing for Alexander all the more apparent and so much stronger in that moment. As his lips suckled on the skin, giving the ghoul a hickey along with the bite, he pulled the boy's swaying hips up against his crotch, moaning into his neck. He felt his grip tighten on his waist,having to refrain himself from stripping the ghoul naked.

Alexander felt a wave of pure pleasure course through his veins as he felt the familiar pair of lips attached to his neck. His arms jerked down uncontrollably and a small moan escaped his lips as he felt even more pleasure than before. By now he was totally turned on and felt as if he could die of pure bliss right then and there. When Kevin pulled away you could hear a small whimper that came from no other than Alexander. Alexander leaned his body against Kevin's as the older man took control of his body. "Kevin..." He said again but in a more pleading way.

Kevin smirked softly, "Yes, my childe?" He asked, almost mockingly in his tone. He didn't need to ask, he knew what Alexander wanted, what they both wanted. Kevin knew the ghoul wanted him in the same way Kevin wanted him, but needed to hear Alexander say it himself before he gave him any satisfaction. He needed a confession, of total and absolute devotion to him, before Kevin could dominate his little ghoul completely. But, he knew, soon enough, Alexander's life would belong completely, and utterly to him. He lived for 100 years, he could wait a little longer to hear that cute boy say how he wanted, how he needed, the elder kindred.


That wasn't the response Kevin was hoping for, but by the end of the night, he prayed to the Dark Mother that the boy would beg him to take something else from him. Kevin kissed the boy's forehead and then the tip of his ear. He playfully bit the earlobe, then kissed his way down to the back of the ear...then the neck, and once more penetrated his body with his sharp fangs. "Beg me, keep begging, baby." The desperate pleases turned him on, appealing to his sadistic, dominating nature.


With one free hand, he brought up Alexander's face by his chin and locked eyes with him, "Say it." He demanded as he leaned in close, so that there was barely any space between their lips. He put his free hand around Alex's waist, mashing their bodies together, grinding their groins to the beat of the music, "Go one, tell me what you really want, Alex."


Kevin pushed Alexander away from his, dissatisfied, and began to head out without another word. Instead of abandoning his ghoul, he stood by the bar and watched him from a distance, a bitter taste in his mouth. They both knew what Alexander wanted, why couldn't the weakling human say so? It irritated him, having to wait. He tried to reassure himself that, in the end, it would be worth it, but right now, he just wanted to bend Alexander over right there in the middle of the dance floor. The Kiss put a haze on his mind, and the music and the dancing half naked bodies didn't help his hunger for Alexander at all.


Kevin was over to Alexander in a flash, his own fangs digging into the drunken vampires' neck. He knew he'd get drunk off of the alcohol rich blood and high off of partaking in the potent vitae of a fellow kindred, but it was worth saving Alexander from some outsider. The ghoul was his and his alone. He tore into the man's throat viciously, threatening to rip out his jugular vein with sheer force and primal rage. Even if Alex was to scared to admit it, he was Kevin's, through and through. No one else touched his ghoul.


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The Gangrel growled like a feral wolf before ripping out the man's throat, having drained him of his own precious vampire blood. Kevin looked up, only to find his damsel in distress had fled the scene. Kevin hissed like a snake in anger. "Damn you, boy."
A soft hum crept up on the resting boy. Ophelia trailed her fingers along the building as she approached closer. She let out a soft chuckle and inhaled deeply, taking in Alexander's scent, and the scents that stuck to him. "Ohh, pity.. Your sweet blood has been defiled, little boy," she said softly. She inhaled again as she came around in front of him. A pleasant giggle escaped her lips. "By one so savage and animal; a Gangrel, too." She examined him closer, then made a face. "Oh, tainted blood I smell. Tainted and drunken."


Kevin was busy disposing of the corpse he had made out of the vampire. "A blood whore? He's MY blood whore." He grumbled underneath his breath, angry that someone would have the audacity to touch his property. Alexander was his, and his alone.
She shook her head, and came a little closer. She reached out her hand, and patted his head softly. "Fear not, I do not hunger. I would not dare feast on another's Ghoul," she told him. She looked at the entrance of the club, then back at Alexander's face. "Is your Master angered? I feel a disturbance in there.. A disturbance that would interest that pretty boy of a Prince." Her face twisted into a displeased look when she mentioned LaCroix.

She returned his soft smile and leaned against the wall next to him. "Ahh.. love. Beautiful love, passionate love.. dirty love," she said to him. "All the love you have for this man, but what to do with it. Poor little boy. You're so young, but understanding is in your favor. You may feel lifted for that," she said as she pulled a cigarette out of her skinny jean pocket. "Care for killing pleasures? Of course, it won't actually kill you," she asked as she offered the cigarette to him.

Alexander decided he'd head home and see if Alex was there. He'd make Alex confess his feeling, one way or another. But as he exited the club, he found yet another kindred, a god damn Malkavian, talking to his ghoul. Needless to say, the Gangrel was not at all pleased. "HEY!"![]()

Ophelia wasn't phased by Kevin's harsh voice. She smiled as she looked upon the threatening vampire. "Ah, the shifter approaches, and with a means of harm to those that touch his lover." She tossed the cigarette in a nearby trash can and pushed herself gently off the wall. "I mean no offense to you, Kevin," she said as she was about ready to Obfuscate, just in case Kevin meant harm. "The little boy was lonely, I wanted to be company."

He pulled Alexander close to him forcefully, Kevin being drunk off of the tainted blood. "Why does everyone want my boyfrie-ugh." He pushed Alexander behind him, glaring at the Malkavian trash before him. "You leave him alone. He doesn't need you, he doesn't need anyone. He has ME! And that's all he'll ever need!" His breath carried the stench of beer on it.

Ophelia kept smiling, tilting her head to the side slightly. "Possessive too. Not healthy in a relationship, no no." She silently and gracefully walked a few paces away from them, and looked back at them. "I would flee, lovebirds. The Masquerade has been broken, and that dim-witted Prince will be here like Death. Let's hope it is not your Final Death, either. Flee before it comes with its scythe and hourglass." She then used her Obfuscate, turning completely invisible. She hummed softly and starting skipping away from the drunken vampire and Ghoul.

He glared at Alexander, "What, is your blood type H deficient, or something? Why does everyone want to take you from me?" He pulled Alexander angrily, "Let's go home, no more clubbing. Besides, the insane bat is right, HE'll be here soon." He said, knowing LaCroix wasn't someone to mess with.


Kevin followed suit, angrily growling at anyone who came near Alexander, tailing him from a few feet behind, ready to attack anyone who dared try to take his boy ghoul.
Sebastian LaCroix arrive at Confession, shaking his head as he was escorted in. "My my, another broken Masquerade. What is with Kindred these days? The Caramilla will not stand this any longer!" He snapped as he went in, looking for the smoldering ashes of the now-dead Lasombra.

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