Secrets

[AzuraGallu]

This is a continuation of a thread from Mesopotamia, The Prince Returns.

Azura was starving by the time their flight landed and he emerged from the massive titan of machinery, only to find himself in a place he'd never before been. He usually didn't suffer too greatly when he was in a strange place, but the lack of blood, the impact of what had happened to him hours before, and the daunting task that lay before him were proving to be too much.
His skin had paled, eyes taken on an empty look, and he wasn't much for conversation. He wanted to have Melora make good on their deal, but he just didn't have the will to argue with her.
Predatory eyes skimmed the crowd, attempting to locate someone easy and preferably willing so that he wouldn't have to make a scene.
His patience and restrain were wearing dangerously thin.

[Doctor]

Anshel was greatly relieved when Melora reclined her seat. It allowed him to observe the new King of Gallu without seeing her face, a sight that made him want to smack something. He did not take kindly to being left in the dark, because that led to recklessness. Anshel learned a long time ago that he and recklessness never left too many things alive or intact.

He didn't learn much, but he did notice the dramatic shift in appearance once they stepped under the fluorescent light of the terminal. Now gaunt, Azura appeared every bit a hungry predator, hungry to a point that discreet hunting was out of the question. He could order Melora to offer herself, Devil knows he would enjoy seeing her squirm and viciously blame him with her eyes like she always did. He smiled at the thought. But, no. He wouldn't cross that line with her, not when he was able bodied and of a superior rank. It wouldn't be right.

Anshel stood shoulder to shoulder with Azura and whispered in his ear, close enough to smell the fabric softener off his cape. "You need to feed."

He looked around and spotted an employee exit.

"Follow me."

Anshel led the party through the exit, smoothly and discreetly, and all the way back to a boiler room.

"It's not the nicest setting for our first time," he teased Azura, easing him into the awkward situation, "but it will have to do."

He lowered himself to the ground and crossed his legs, bidding the King to follow him down.

"Melora, guard the door," he ordered the girl, hoping she would find enough tact to not make gross faces at the sight of feeding.

He removed the lovely black cape and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I regenerate very fast, the puncture wounds will close. I know you're not used to chewing, but that's the only way this will work. Keep alternating biting and sucking or you'll just end up giving me a hickey."

He finally slipped the silk off his shoulders and sat bare-chested on the cold, cold concrete. He'd been fed off of before and was familiar with the sensation. And unless he got an orgasm at the end of it, it was an entirely unpleasant activity. Painful like a motherfucker. Taking in a deep breath of stale, airport sealed air, he prepared himself for it. Hoping but not at all expecting a gentle approach, he made the offer.

"So, wrist or neck?"

[MeloraBelikov]

Melora nodded and did what Anshel said. Better him than her anyway, though she'd had the same thought herself. Turning away, she focused on guarding the door and keeping her attention there and off of the pair. This is what happens when traveling with vampires. I don't suppose he tastes as good as I do.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura didn't hesitate to take what was offered. He dropped to his knees on the concrete, leaning over Anshel's prostrate body, cupping the Hunter's neck with his hand.
There was a certain amount of ceremony to blood drinking, and even though he was starving, he knew that the Hunter only deserved the best treatment for willingly offering himself.
Licking his lips before he moved in closer, practically pinning the man with his body, his tongue darted out to lave a path up and down the column of his throat before he scraped his teeth gently on the skin, testing whether he was a flincher or not.
With how still he was, he was impressed that he didn't have scars or anything of the like. He'd be a good feeder, aside from what he was told earlier. Chewing was...distasteful, but he'd do it regardless.
Quickly he slid his two inch long fangs into Anshel's throat, getting a quick spurt of blood before the flow started to cut off. Azura growled, frustrated before he bit down harder, getting more, then repeating the process. If the man was this good about blood giving, then he felt no qualms about taking as much as he needed.

[Doctor]

It had been awhile since Anshel was last with a vampire sexually and with a handsome one pressing all up against him, holding him down and doing that silent demand of submission thing vampires always did, he wondered why the Hell he'd gone without for so long. A masochist he wasn't, but a bit of a dare-Devil? Maybe. Because danger seemed to really to get him off.

Slow licks and scraping teeth. Anshel was inclined to believe Azura's reputation. He was a very sensual feeder. Now he couldn't wait for the King to take those first few bites, because the pain would help him fight off an erection. The only thing worse than being fed on was being fed on and left hanging.

Ahh! Anshel didn't yell it, but he thought it and maybe mouthed it, though he wasn't very sure, attempting to focus on staying still. That fabulously dressed bastard had long fangs. Longer than he was used to. It suddenly occurred to him Azura's feeding etiquette would prolong this more than would be necessary. It would hurt far worse, but at least he wouldn't be here, pressed against his body and attached to his neck for hours on end, trying to sip blood through a straw.

"It would be easier if you'd just tear into me."

[MeloraBelikov]

Melora's stomach turned at the last statement. If they were going to do that, she hoped Anshel wasn't much of a bleeder, cause she'd probably be the one left with a mess to clean up. She stepped further away from the steamy pile of supernatural sexuality hanging about on the floor, annoyed that she was even thinking about the two of them. They were both so very attractive, and if her recent experience with Azura had taught her anything, it was that blood sucking could be a very sensual experience. A pang of jealousy prodded her, only serving to annoy her further. She took another step away from the men, not turning to look, focusing on her orders.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura made no sound of compliance with Anshel's request, but brought his free hand up to rest on the Hunter's thigh in order to stabilize himself for what he was about to do next. That and he would have said sorry if the taste of blood rolling over his tongue wasn't so distracting.
With practiced precision and measure barbarity, Azura slid his fangs in a lateral direction, opening up a good four inches of Anshel's neck. He clamped his mouth down tightly over it, catching all the blood he could, greedily lapping up the rivulets that escaped. During the entire feeding, his body practically gravitated toward the Hunter's, pressing his hips into his, hand sliding from his neck to wrap around the other man's torso.
A few more minutes passed before he pulled back, breathing slightly harder than one would after running a half mile or so. His eyes were half closed, mind still clouded from the gluttonous amounts of blood he'd consumed as he wiped his mouth off with the back of his sleeve.
On such a dark color, the blood wouldn't show.
It was then he realized the position he was in, and clearing his throat in apology, unaware of Anshel's sexual preference, he came shakily to his knees a good arms length away from the Hunter.

[Doctor]

The coolness of Azura's body was replaced with the lesser coolness of the room as the vampire slipped off of him. Anshel came back to himself and grabbed his neck, feeling two thin scabs that would disappear in a few moments. Warmth reentered his hands and new blood flushed his cheeks. The pain subsided and now all Anshel could feel was the pulse in his groin.

Yeah, getting fed on and being left hard was way worse. That was... intense. If he was going to watch how things developed between Azura and Melora, he might as well stay vigilante for how things developed with the King and himself, if only to not be a total hypocrite. He wasn't sure if Azura swung that way, but if he didn't, or by some ridiculous twist of fate they somehow stayed out of each other's pants, their friendship would be cemented by a growing respect for the vampire's skills. He wondered if Melora snuck a peek.

Anshel sat up and grabbed the green silk of the high-collared shirt he'd taken off. He fit his arms through the sleeves purposefully to avoid giving any impression that it felt like he was going through the motions of a morning-after walk-of-shame.

"Eww," he let slip when he felt the collar touch his still damp throat.

He caught the slip and quickly turned to a very satiated looking Azura in apology.

"Sorry."

His couldn't help grinning a little when he noticed the tell-tale look of man unsure of the sexual implications of his action.

"You must understand, usually when I'm covered in a man's saliva, it's normally not my neck." Raunchy and a bit of an over-share, yes, but maybe the good humor would hit the point home there wasn't anything to feel too awkward about. Unless you were Melora.

[MeloraBelikov]

"Okay...um, what is the English word for it? Несуразно..." Slut, the English word is slut she corrected in her head. "Shall we go now?" Without even turning to look at them Melora crossed her arms, obviously impatient. Airports were crowded and by now the media would probably be tossing around rumours about her traveling with strange people. The tabloids would have a hay-day.

[AzuraGallu]

Azura was about to laugh at Anshel's comment, and say something about him not being with enough men to notice that being a problem, but he was cut short by Melora's comment.
He winced, the word chafing him. It sounded derogatory and whether it was about Anshel or himself, he didn't approve.
After all, who was kind enough to offer their blood? It certainly wasn't her. Anshel was the only one of the two of them who'd noticed his deteriorating condition.
He growled in her direction, baring his fangs. "And I suppose you'll be the one to die the next time I'm hungry," he said getting to his feet, passing an apologetic look to Anshel.
His eyes narrowed dangerously on her, not liking her attitude at all. It was what he was and what he did and if she didn't like it, she could at least do the world a service and feed him.

[Doctor]

Anshel was smiling now, very cheekily. Oh, he and Azura would be fast friends. Putting Melora in her place was in the top ten of his list of favorite pastimes. And the vampire was appreciative, which is more than he could say for most with his level of status in the world.

"Don't be so quick to judge, Melora. One day, when you're older, you'll start seeing boys differently, and you'll like them as much as I do. Promise." He winked at her as he adjusted the clasp of his cape to one shoulder.

[MeloraBelikov]

"Oh, I noticed, and believe me, I was going to say something. I'm not above offering my blood to you, and you know that very well." How quick he was to forget her favor to him. Hurt by that fact, and more than just a little pissy by now, Melora turned, annoyed that he had become cross with her. It was none of his business what her relationship was like with Anshel, and being in a very public place with the two of them was beginning to grate on her nerves. "I was rushing you because we have company coming our way, in case you hadn't noted such." Which was indeed true, a group of giggly flight attendants was coming their way rather quickly, laughing and smiling, chattering amoungst themselves, but loudly so everyone could hear. The women came into the area, giving the group confused looks. Melora immediately took it upon herself to save the situation, feigning confusion and brandishing her ticket towards one of the women. "We're lost. Could you help me please?" The women exchanged glances and gave her directions in very broken English. She thanked them with all of the grace that was typically expected of her, then motioned towards the men to follow her with a faked grin sitting on her face, waiting to fall the second no one could see her anymore. "Let's go."

[AzuraGallu]

Azura was back to smiling again. Really, this Hunter did have a riotous sense of humor.
Hanging back, letting Melora handle the situation, then even more so when he could tell she was fuming, he commented over his shoulder to Anshel.
"Maybe she's jealous?" he offered. He didn't know the extent to which emotions like that went. He'd never felt jealously over another human being. Nor had he had someone be so possessive over him. At least that he knew of.
Thinking he would placate her a bit, he attempted to smooth over the situation. "If you want me that badly, just ask. It's not like I'd deny you the pleasure of my bite." He said it so matter of factly it was almost like listening to a mother giving her child an ultimatum.

[Doctor]

Jealous? Melora was acting like a woman scorned, but he had assumed it was just because he was within five hundred yards of her. If her pissy-ness was due to wanting Azura for herself... Taking into account her past and normal attitude, the girl was way more fucked up than he thought.

Anshel giggled, just a little, at everything wrong with that possibility. Firstly, that would be the most ironic shit he'd witnessed in a long, long time. Either Melora would be completely self-loathing, or finally get that stick out of her ass and go easy on the Supernatural-prejudice. He didn't know which was more appealing to him. Secondly, the vampire she was trying to seduce is Prince Azura. The Hunter was pretty sure she'd never been fed off of before. Hell, he didn't even know if she was a virgin or not. Losing her vamp cherry to Azura would be like trying to learn how to drive on the fucking Bat-Mobile. Sometimes, she just made it so easy.

"Yes. If you have a crush on someone, you should let them know." He'd egg her on just a bit.

Anshel observed them with amusement as the party made their way through the airport.

[MeloraBelikov]

What was this, high school? She did something she hadn't previously done in the company of either of them and pulled out a flask from her purse. Unscrewing the lid she took a long hard drink of it, then replaced the cap and placed it back in her bag, continuing on as if she'd never taken it out in the first place. Melora couldn't help it, the feeling crept up on her that she'd need to be inebriated to endure this much longer.

Besides, Azura was attractive as anyone she'd ever met, but he was arrogant...and...a vampire...and....other mean words that she couldn't think of at the moment. Her heals clicked against the floor of the airport, and finally they made their way to the boarding gate.

As for responding to their teasing, she didn't feel a need to prompt them to speak about it further, knowing full well that she was outnumbered in the smart-ass department.

Well...fuck. This wasn't right. In all of her eagerness to leave she had taken them right back to where they came from. Let the ridicule begin....