Secrets

[AzuraGallu]

Azura smiled at Anshel's comment, surprised that he was taking this all in stride. He thought for a moment that he might be going completely insane, but he felt oddly at peace right now. Maybe it was the room, its comforting sights bringing good memories back from the murky depths of his past. Or maybe it was the silent figure of his mother standing near Melora. She'd come in only a little while ago, asking him something with her eyes.
He didn't want to answer that now. He didn't know where his father was. She, of all people, should be the one able to find his spirit.
"Back at the castle," he said tiredly, forgetting he had company around him. "Look around his body. Coward might be hiding from you."
The ghost narrowed her eyes dangerously on him before quickly fading into nothingness, causing Azura to chuckle.

[MeloraBelikov]

In that moment Melora remembered that Azura could speak to ghosts. Was it just the ghosts of his family specifically, or could he communicate with all of them? She drew a breath and held it, mulling over the possibilities. If Azura could see all spirits, would he see her parents? What would they think if they were to see her in the company of a vampire, the most terrifying thing they had probably ever seen, and indeed the last thing they saw before their own deaths? She drew her flask from her side and took a drink before returning it to it's place. She took at seat once more among the beautifully detailed pillows on the floor. What could she do? Did Azura intend to accompany them on their search of her house? If not, she'd have nothing to worry about. If so, she couldn't very well request that he not come with, whatever was sitting in her old house was connected to his father's death. Scenarios played themselves out in her head and she sat in silence, taking in each one and making plans for every possible scenario.

[Doctor]

Anshel looked at Azura curiously, confused by his words. After the initial shock, he concluded the vampire to be either conversing with a ghost or very inebriated.

"Are you drunk?"

"Of course not. Have you seen me drink anything? I don't have a sippy cup like Melora." Azura dead-panned.

Anshel cackled, delighted by the man's humor. It was the former then.

"Well, I've only known you for about eighteen hours, so I couldn't be sure."

He stepped up to the wall beside the lounge where Melora sat and slid apart the wall, revealing shelves of liquor and crystal glasses.

"Would you like to be?" He looked back at him.

"Yes, please. And thank you. You're a life saver. God knows I want to pretend I'm not seeing dead relatives."

Anshel smiled at that.

"Scotch? Vodka?" He opened a gold tin and sniffed its contents. "Ganja?"

Azura's eyebrows rose. He wondered if the King had ever gotten high before.

"The hardest thing you have?" was his reply.

Anshel nodded.

"Liquid cocaine, then. And a puff or two of Brown Betty."

He stuffed the pipe first, then began to mix the liquor.

"Anything I can get for you before you retire Melora?"

[MeloraBelikov]

"Anything strong. Because..." She took one last swig from her own flask, "I am officially out of vodka. I am not in the mood to not be drunk." Melora almost laughed at the situation they were in. Azura was the only vampire in the world that she hadn't pitted threats of violence against, and she could very nearly see herself slapping Anshel half the time. But here they were, about to have a few drinks like friends would. Oh the odd situations she was always finding her way into.

[AzuraGallu]

"You know, the last time I was drunk was right after my brother left. I got so wasted I was puking into my wastebasket for three days. That, and I woke up in the middle of a camel hitch. God knows what I was doing, or tried to do, there."
He let out a laugh, eagerly anticipating Anshel's kindness in the way of liquor. He desperately needed the reprieve.
"Melora, I would never have guessed you a drunk."

[Doctor]

Anshel laughed again. This vampire was hilarious.

"She's Russian," he stated simply, as if to explain. He bent a knee and grabbed Melora's flask from her, refilling it with chilled vodka.

"Honey?"

She nodded.

He added a teaspoon full and shook the flask, handing it back to her. The pipe he kept between his teeth as he brought the drinks into the lounge and handed a glass to Azura. Anshel took it back out to speak.

"A toast to King Sargon." He raised his glass.

[MeloraBelikov]

"So I drink a bit," laughed Melora. A bit was hardly the case with her, but she didn't feel like admitting it to either of them. They'd be likely to see for themselves. And through the magic of alcohol, she'd likely forget the entire thing.

"Соглашено," Added Melora, raising her flask as well.

[AzuraGallu]

"The hell does that mean?" Azura asked, raising his glass, pausing for a moment to close his eyes. To some he wouldn't look much like a praying man, but he believed firmly in something bigger, something beyond every living (or unliving) thing on this planet.
Opening his eyes, he smiled and downed the entire glass in one gulp, feeling the heat of it explode in his chest.
Christ, that felt good.
"Another!" He requested greedily, though his tone was good natured.
Anshel gestured him toward his bar, and Azura's eyes lit up. It was so bad...but it was about to be really good.
About an hour later, Azura had consumed his fair share of alcoholic beverages, as well as passed out more than he could count on both hands. It was more than seven, at least.
He squinted as he thought about it while they were all taking tugs on Anshel's pipe. He'd smoked hooka before, but never had the opportunity to try anything like this. He rather liked it, and if he were honest with himself, the giggling and merry making was doing strange things to his tightly laced self control.
He was getting unbelievably rampant. The shape he had to put his mouth around the pipe wasn't helping either. While intoxicated, his brain could only manage one thing at a time. At that thing was something of Anshel's.
However, while it was a little obvious which direction the wind blew for the male hunter, he didn't know how he'd cozy up to someone like him.
He focused on Melora instead.
He cozied up to her, aiming to put a hand where it most definitely didn't belong. Just as his fingers brushed the apex of her thighs she turned on him with a glare that caused him to whimper.
Bitch.
In half a second he was on Anshel, deciding that niceties weren't his thing right now. Maybe when they weren't so unbelievably gone.
In one swift move he'd removed the Hunter's drink from his hand, and the pipe from his mouth, with his teeth. After placing both items carefully onto the floor, he brought his lips to the other mans' nipping at his lips with his fangs, opening tiny cuts that he swiftly sucked the blood out of before they closed.
As they kissed, he leaned further into the man, placing his hips firmly, and without any room to misconstrue the meaning, directly on his.
For a moment he moved the kisses from Anshel's mouth, down his jaw, settling on the crook of his neck. Anshel's regenerative abilities made this slightly less fun than usual, but it was enjoyable just the same. He'd make sure it was for him as well.
He bit, hard and at the same time ground his hips into his and pinned him to the floor with his weight. That earned a grunt from Anshel, as well as a hand fisting into his hair, demanding that he return to his lips. He complied eagerly, but not for long. In between biting him again, he'd worked his zipper down, as well as the Hunter's. Both of their shirts were already thrown across the room or shredded into ribbons.
Using his vampiric strength, he flipped Anshel onto his stomach, tugging off his pants to reveal absolutely nothing. He was a man after his own heart.
Azura growled, now feeling more than a little empowered, his bruised ego assuaged in the most pleasant of ways, and bit the Hunter's hip, drawing even more blood.
He could get used to this. It was everything a vampire could want.
His pants now removed as well, he crawled back up the length of Anshel's body and purred in his ear, scraping his nails gently down his back, his sides, anywhere he could get them, really.
*"Andiamo, giudicare..." he said quietly, biting down on his shoulder, cupping him with his free hand. Anshel groaned in reply, mouth partly open and eyes fluttering closed.
In a moment of clarity, he looked around, and found his salvation just beneath the bed. He quickly removed the cap, applying as needed, which was pretty much everywhere, before sliding himself carefully into the Hunter.
A violent shiver skittered down his spine at the sensation, Anshel adding to the effect by pulling his hair again, something he'd always enjoyed during sex. The Hunter propped himself up on his forearms, driving himself backward against him. *"Dovreste dirmi che avete ritenuto questo buon. Avremmo fatto tempo fa questo."
"You knew it back at the airport. Now get the fuck on with it." he answered, taking control and throwing his weight backward, rolling the king onto his back. He turned around, adjusting himself a bit before leaning over and biting the vampire himself, duller canines scraping wonderfully against his skin.
Azura's voice wavered as he spoke, giving himself clear indication that now was the time for action, not words.

As the sun sets

Azura blinked his eyes open sleepily, only to find himself cozied up to Anshel on the massive bed that dominated the room. He was very confused for a moment, but vaguely remembered their actions the day previous and settled back down resting his chin on the Hunter's naked right hip as he surveyed the rest of the room.
Melora was dead asleep, passed out on the pillows where he thought she'd been the entire night, still fully clothed.
The bitch.
He'd get into her pants sooner or later. He swore on it.
He practically glared at her from across the room, still feeling the effects of the alcohol.

*Get ready, Judge.
*You should have told me you felt this good. We would have done this long ago.

[MeloraBelikov]

Melora stretched as she woke, a beacon of shining innocence in the den of sin she had slept in. She of course woke to Azura staring directly at her, glaring, which immediately creeped her out. "Доброе утро. What are you staring at me for?" She rose, noting that he had been sleeping with Anshel. She vaguely knew of the misadventures between the sheets, but luckily alcohol had erased the most vivid of those memories to a dully faded and blurred motion of men and drinks. If there was a God, Melora owed him everything her life brought her for the fact that he had allowed vodka to grace the earth. She felt no hangovers, and had in fact never experienced one. There was no morning after guilt of having drank herself dumb, except perhaps the occasional walk of shame. Obviously this would be no different. And she hadn't even gotten any. Damn.

[AzuraGallu]

"Planning," he stated simply. When would be the best time to take advantage of her? During the bite she owed him, that's when. Luckily for her he was full and probably going to remain so for days now.
Sighing through his nose, he stifled a yawn with his hand, now beginning to wake up more fully. A smile full of smug satisfaction graced his lips before he slipped off the bed in search of clothing. He'd found his little pile right away, though he prolonged his exposure to Melora, just to throw it in her face. Not that she'd care.

[MeloraBelikov]

It seemed like every time there was debauchery to be had, the King played it off as if it was a sexually charged game of chicken. Oh no. Not this time. Melora would surprise him. She took in the details of his body, obviously ogling his every feature. "Nice goods." She stated simply. It would be an effective remark, possibly one he would be forced to think about. She offered a bit of an innocent smile to him, one that turned from just an innocent smirk to a sexy scheming one given the situation. "If you would like I could give you some privacy, Azura."

[AzuraGallu]

Azura turned on her, blinking in surprise. "Excuse me?" He tilted his head, much like a cat or a dog might if you said something they found acoustically distracting.
Was Melora still high? He narrowed his eyes on her, taking in her every feature. No. Tired perhaps, but she was completely alert. Not a trace of anything in her looks, at least.
Clearing his throat, he composed himself, falling back on kingly cadence. "No, that's fine. You can watch me dress. It's not like you haven't seen me naked already, anyway."
He growled to himself. So that was her game, was it? Damn shame he was tired or he'd pounce on her too.

[MeloraBelikov]

Being able to fuck with him was more fun than she'd thought. Melora smiled to herself, plotting her next statement. "It's too bad I didn't join in all your fun last night. I suppose I've just missed my opportunity," She sighed to add affect to her words. Rather than allow her eyes to dart around the room she focused herself on him. It was an uncomfortable moment for her to be sure, but he had raised the stakes on how daring he was, so she had to respond in kind, lest she risk losing. Besides, the King really was something to look at, so she would openly admit that he had every reason to be cocky as he was.

[AzuraGallu]

"Well I did try," he stated, rolling a shoulder. "You, however, basically told me to go fuck myself with those eyes of yours. So I turned to Anshel instead. At least he understood and met, rather, exceeded my needs. Who's to say if I were to try and get with you again that you wouldn't turn me down and bruise my ego? It's important, you know."
He snorted and tugged his pants on, throwing his undershirt on after that.

[MeloraBelikov]

Had she in fact turned him down? Melora didn't remember. There was only one way for her to win in this situation, and she had no problem with stooping so low. She rose and approached him, that smirk still sitting on her face, content to rest there until she won this battle. She had gotten this far, so go big or go home, right? With one finger she traced up his back, bringing a hand to rest on his shoulder. "It is not that I do not find you attractive, Azura," she practically purred, "Perhaps it is because I'd much rather have you all to myself." Melora regarded Anshel, who was still sleeping soundly in his bed. "I don't do well with sharing." With that she slid her hand off of his shoulder, leaving him with the light and sensual feeling of her fingertips gracing his skin. She turned from him, pausing only to smile to herself. Using her sexuality was like being in control of whomever she wanted. Check and mate. It was his move in this game, and seeing as he was probably to tired to act upon anything, she had one. She was counting on that fact.