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Tweak says, "listen oh deaf one!!!!"

Duncan Mackenzie (dunmac) wrote in cirque_rp,
@ 2017-08-10 00:19:00

WHO: Byron & Duncan
WHEN: June 1st, night (slightly backdated)
WHERE: Dancing Swords
WARNINGS: TBD
WHAT: Confrontations
PROMPT: Let Down Your Hair

It had been nearly a week since Duncan had joined the insanity that was the Circus, and so far he was less than pleased with the vampire he worked along side at the job he had been assigned. Even less impressed after the attack from the previous day. Perhaps it was his warrior's heart combined with his fighting nature, but Duncan had done all that he could do fend off the Templar's and get others to safety. There had been so much chaos, but during the entire ordeal, there was at least one face that he knew for sure he hadn't seen.

The fact that Byron hadn't been there, assisting, trying to help those who were weaker than they -- enraged him. So what if the weapons used against them could have actually hurt or killed him, it wasn't in his nature to turn from a fight. Duncan had avoided picking up a sword since being assigned to that particular tent. It seemed whenever swords came into his grip, someone died. But that day he picked one up again, not fearing the risk of being dismissed from the circus, and inevitably, his task. Once more, Duncan embraced the side of him that relished in war. All the while, Byron seemed to be off somewhere hiding.

As the proverbial smoke cleared, and the chaos turned to an eerie silence, Duncan checked his progeny first. Knowing she was safe calmed him slightly until the two recalled the events together. Even Caitriona, a former Bonnie lass in her own right, had answered the call to arms. But not Byron. Someone who was supposedly skilled in such matters. Or at least wanted to give off that impression.

The more he thought about it, the more it infuriated him, until he finally began to move around the circus in search of his frustration. It was in the Dancing Swords tent that he found the target. Even with the night off, Byron was in the tent, practicing his knife throwing. The fact that there now was a blade in his hand where there clearly hadn't been the previous day, only fueled the fire. Duncan moved towards the target that Byron was aiming at, catching the blade in his hand before it could hit. His eyes narrowed in on the slightly shorter vampire as he continued to move closer to him.

"Are ye havin' fun there?!" Duncan continued to move forward, towards the other vampire. "Did ye not realize there was a battle yesterday? Turn tail and run like the Sassenach ye are, aye?" He threw the knife to the floor, the blade sinking into the ground with ease. "Dinna care much for fighting then? Or are ye simply a coward?"

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onthefence
2017-08-17 05:59 pm UTC (link)

Byron had always found a way around emotional confrontations to lead them in more primal directions. He enjoyed the utter loss of sense others gave into to fulfil their desires. It was the one thing he could say that he took real joy in beside watching someone panic as they realized they were about to die.

The new twist to allowed his own blood to flow out with ease- the well-fed vampire never had much of a problem drying up. Byron moaned against the wood, not caring if the knife staying in place or not now that they headed towards more fun. Another groan followed as the bloodied fingers slid around him. Byron's hand having moved away when the other's pants fell, he held onto the wrist bindings.

Condensation curled the vampire's dark hair as it fell into his face. He let out a breathy groan; the feeling of Duncan's stiff length plunging into him with blood as the lubricant had Byron aching. Another breath and he started to shift his hips back and forth against Duncan. "Big bad Sawney afraid to bite?" He teased, his accent heavier than usual and his tone husky with desire. Grabbing one of Duncan's wrists, Byron quickly pulled it up to his mouth and bit down to drink from him.

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dunmac
2017-08-17 06:52 pm UTC (link)

Duncan tried to push any and all thoughts from his mind and concentrate on the feeling alone. Being buried deep inside of another vampire, not having to worry about being careful or gentle. The teasing from Byron, only pushing him further to embrace his own nature.

He growled once more before sinking his teeth into Byron's neck shortly after Byron took his own bite into Duncan's wrist. Latched on with his mouth, Duncan's hand tightened around the other vampire's hip as he began to thrust himself in and out, working towards a goal that he hadn't achieved in centuries.

After a moment, Duncan's mouth released it's hold on Byron's neck and he jerked his wrist away so that he could place both hands on Byron's hips. Had it been another, had he cared for their release, he would have reached around and sought out his length, worked to please him. But as it were in that moment, it was his own release that concerned him. Freeing himself from having to be careful, fueled him to push forward faster. Not bothering to limit himself, but hammering over again and again without abandon.

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onthefence
2017-08-17 08:37 pm UTC (link)

Byron nearly peeked merely by Duncan's obvious abandon. The circle of biting and being bitten one of the greater things about bedding vampires and Byron could be very vocal when he wished. The idea of a silent quicky on an empty stage was far less appealing than rose faced blushes leaning in to hear what lay beyond. Ever the performer, Byron liked an audience whether seen or not.

Licking Duncan's blood off his lips and wiping it down his dimpled chin, a demonic smile tugged the corners of his mouth. The harder Duncan rammed into him the more appeased his dark predatory soul was over it. Even with the savage Scot having the upper hand in a war focused mind, Byron had gotten what he wanted from him.

The faster Duncan moved the more Byron played into it, rotating his hips to feed the pace and keep him deep. Where Duncan had centuries of build up, Byron had never pushed away that side of him. "Fuck," he groaned out. The leather strap bindings started to tear in Byron's hands. Byron liked the pain of it all, the heightened sensation negation added an unintentional bonus to the delirious passions that fueled on the man behind him.

Byron tore the knife out of his side and slammed it into one of Duncan's hands, stapling it to his own side.

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dunmac
2017-08-17 09:38 pm UTC (link)

Duncan allowed himself to get lost in the pros of bedding another vampire. He bit and was bitten. Bled and bled for. Fucked hard and fast without care and revealed in all of it. He embraced the side of him that had lay dormant for far too long.

His tongue moved out, circling his lips, tasting of Byron as he continued to thrust hard into the vampire. He met Byron's outcries with grunts and groans of his own. Though when the knife pierced through his hand, pinning it to Byron's side, another strong hiss poured from between his teeth.

Duncan took that as a sign that he could be as rough and violent as he wanted. His free hand moved over Byron's, placing it onto the target before sending a knife through Byron's hand and pinning him there. Stepping back a little, he bent Byron at the waist and continued to pound into him hard.

The heat coiled within him and even as he began to spill himself into the depths of Byron, he did not relent. His hips kept jolting forward, slamming into the other man until they were both once again leaning against the target. Duncan's head dipped low, taking the flesh of Byron's shoulder into his mouth and sinking his teeth down into him. He wasn't quite ready to release his hold. Not ready to go back into the so called real world just yet.

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onthefence
2017-08-18 02:04 am UTC (link)

Getting others to hiss with each unexpected moment amused Byron. A lot of people thought they had to be controlled, proper, he looked for the highest damage to get him off. Byron let out a growl mixed groan as the blade pierced his hand keeping it attached lower down the target than he had it previously.

Body vibrating with the intensity of Duncan's demand, Byron's length bounced with each beat against him. The feel of his molten excitement filling him up as he continued on drove Byron to the edge. It did not take long for the lava inside of him to spurt out over the target board.

Heavy breathes took him slowly back down, even with the other's fangs sunk into him. "If all lessons had been like that I might have paid more attention to my tutors." Byron breathed out. "You have a lot to learn, love." He teased, bringing his free hand up to tangle in Duncan's hair.

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dunmac
2017-08-19 09:40 pm UTC (link)

As their heated debate turned into other forms of heat and then came crashing down to an explosive end, Duncan found himself leaning forward, still sheathed inside of Byron and sucking lightly on his neck for another moment. Finally releasing his hold, Duncan licked his lips and nodded a little.

"Aye... It is a good way to learn." He smiled at the memories of his own lessons that ended in such ways. His smiled formed into a small smirk at Byron's remark. His own hand tilting Byron's head to the side to look at him.

"Na as much as ye may think." He grinned and dipped his head, brushing his blood covered lips across Byron's. "But ye are welcome to try and teach me." His lips came down once more, getting a final taste before he pulled himself out of Byron and away to adjust his slacks and zip back up.

"I look forward to what ye think lessons are." He smirked and made his way out of the tent.

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