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lestat_00 (lestat_00) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-07-11 22:29:00

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complete, day 7, lestat de lioncourt, pheromones, richard riddick

Day 07
Who: Lestat and Riddick
What: A Secluded Rendezvous in the Mountains
When: Day 7, Around 4:00 am
Where: In the Mountains
Rating: TBD
Status: CLOSED-COMPLETE

Pitch black...and Lestat was loving it. He strolled leisurely along the foothills of the mountain range closest to the resort that had become his new home. Out here there were no lights, no candles, no lanterns and at four o'clock a.m., no other 'guests'. The vampire needed no artificial means to move about in the sacred night...his preternatural eyes could see in the blackest night as if it were high noon.

A being as powerful as the vampire Lestat didn't really need sleep...or the restful state that vampires slipped into. While others slept and enjoyed their dreams, he walked and reflected on his day or the coming day. This morning he thought of his past few days. In his long illustrious life he had never met a 'Vampire Slayer'...he had met those who tried to kill him, of course, but no actual mystically powered 'Slayer'. Now, here on some planet in a galaxy on no Earthly map, he meets a Vampire Slayer and fucks her in the same night. He smiled showing his fangs to the night sky...what a wild one that Faith was...he wondered what would have happened if he had stayed the night.

Passing around an outcropping of pinkish-grey stone, Lestat stopped and exclaimed, "Mon Dieu! Black Orchids?!". A small patch of the coveted and rare 'black orchids' stood beside the path as if they grew there naturally. The bemused vampire bent and plucked one of the dark maroon flowers and held it to his nose, "Mmmmmmmm", he sighed with a hedonistic pleasure that startled him a bit. He felt a bit light-headed and his body tingled delightfully.

Slipping the orchid into the lapel of his jacket, he suddenly realized the air all around him was slightly scented by the delicious flower. He now thought of his newest muse, the boy Maxxie...he levitated into the air and smiled...he had stalked Maxxie yesterday...the golden-haired boy was his fountain of ambrosia. Maxxie quickened him in so many ways.

Lestat levitated over a small peak, enjoying the night air and revelling in the overwhelming scent of the orchids and the way it was making him feel...when...he spotted someone moving below. "What is this?", the vampire asked himself, "He moves in the dark without the aid of a lantern or flashlight?". Lestat knew he had to inspect.

Dropping out of the sky, the vampire Lestat landed just in front of the muscular man, who happened to be the same height as himself. Think he noticed the eyes...those wonderful, magnificent eyes! "Good morning, Mon chere!", he purred, "What is such an exquisite man doing out here all alone without a chaperone?".

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lestat_00
2008-08-07 12:45 pm UTC (link)

This man…this Riddick was the most damnable creature that Lestat had ever dealt with…he had earned the distinction of being even more aggravating, stubborn and bullheaded than his beloved Louis. High up in the sky with the wind playing through his hair and clothing, he felt so alive and free…he smiled when Riddick finally kissed him and spoke. People who first met this man may think him a mindless brute…a killing machine, but Lestat knew better. Being able to read minds gave one a certain perspective. Richard Riddick was no idiot…no fool. He was a clever man. Those who thought different, did so at there peril.

Lestat hissed when the man bit his lip…he liked that, “Mmmm, nice”, he sighed, releasing one hand and wrapping that arm around Riddick’s waist; the other arm free now, his hand cupped the man’s face, “You are absolutely right about one thing. I don’t want to kill you, Richard. If I wanted you dead, you wouldn’t have survived my ‘hello’”, he ran his nails over Riddick’s powerful chest, “…but you are wrong if you think I want to tame you. Oh no, mon chere, you are much too beautiful as you are…like a jungle cat”.

Then, to the vampire’s surprise, Riddick leaned in and kissed him…not a playful peck this time…not a small kiss. This kiss was deep, passionate, savage…Lestat leaned into it and slid his tongue into the Furyan’s mouth, probing, snaking around his tongue…this kiss electrified him, warmed him. If Riddick could do this with a kiss, Lestat had to have him as a bed partner.

The hand on Riddick’s chest slowly traveled lower, fingertips tracing lightly over the man’s clearly defined six-pack abs and then down into his already opened pants. “What have we here, Richard?”, Lestat cooed, as he wrapped his hands around the shaft of Riddick’s quite ample manhood, “Aren’t we a big boy?”, he purred as he began to pump his hand up and down.

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r_b_riddick
2008-08-08 07:05 pm UTC (link)

Riddick was not at all stupid, though most people made the mistake of thinking he was. He was also not one to continue fighting a losing battle. The exotic and mystifying creature who literally held Riddick's life within his hands, by holding him up so far in the air, had truly made it seem like Riddick didn't have much of a choice. And truthfully he had to admit it wasn't too bad. Certainly if one couldn't beat them, they could join them. Sure he didn't like to admit he had been defeated in a way, but at the same time.. the reward for being defeated didn't look like it was going to be too bad.

There was something to be sad about the position. it was not one that Riddick found himself in very often. Not willingly. Being submissive, doing as he was told even if he did put up a fight. But it wasn't something he could totally be against either, right now.

Giving into the kiss, though not at all tender or sweet or one shared between two lovers, more like two animals battling to see which one come out on top. One arm moved so it could cup the back of Lestat's neck, his fingers searching out and tangling into the soft hair at the back of his neck. Their tongues battled, fought for dominance and he could admit to a very soft moan slipping out and being eaten by the kiss.

He had already accepted that his body was going to react to this man's attentions. After all, Riddick was only a man himself and wasn't one to resist tempation at least not for very long. When the kiss was broken and he felt that hand moving down his chest and abs then slipping into his undone jeans, wrapping around his heated and hard flesh, his head fell back. An almost animal like growl escaped him followed by a sharp hiss. His hips despite the awkward position and against his will almost began to move within the skilled hand pumping his manhood. The fingers in Lestat's hair pulled and not exactly gently. He had to trust the other man meant his words that eh didn't want to kill him which meant he wouldn't drop him. The other arm that had been wrapped around the other man's waist moved, his fingers deciding to do some exploring on their own.

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