Who Caim & Abel What So much Smex - After all this time being partners, they finally do it. Who knew all it took was a unicorn boy to push Adrian's stress buttons enough to have him practically beg for it from "someone not naive" WhereAbel's Awesome Bathroom WhenAfter this chat Warnings Blood, jaw cracking rough smex, language, vampire feeding, demonic shifting Status Still adding eventually, In progresso
CaimsQuill: Caim made his way to Abel's and was so ready to partake in everything Abel offered him. His day was nothing but stress for the most part and he was so tired of dealing with the masks he had to wear. He just wanted to relax completely as himself, no pretend, no defenses. Abel had a luxury bath of lavendar bubbles all set up for Caim just as he said he would and that's where Caim was soaking in a round tub big enough to fit 4 people and staring up at the big screen with his waterproof remote flipping through the channels trying to settle on a program and ended up with music. The current song was Train Ride from Spirited Away... oh how Caim loved that peaceful wordless music, melodies and resonations that could sink through his body and help him relax. He had just sunk his head under the water and bubbles and come back up to relax with his arms over the ledge, his neck arched back trying to find that peace.
(10:38:17 PM) Abel Jalil: Abel had been happy Caim came by. In fact, he was delighted! He'd found the comfort of Caim was strangely soothing to himself..and was far more calming than any other individual in his life, ironically enough. The vampire was busily preparing the ingredients for their meal as he picked up on the tunes from the bathroom where Caim resided. A sly smirk played across his lips while he moved into the pantry to snag a batch of mixed flowers he'd hid so that the demon might not find them. Clad in a simple snug black cotton tee and a pair of comfortable jeans, Abel padded his way towards the bathroom. Slipping in silently- all thanks to that whole vampire traits and what have you- Abel carefully crouched down beside his guest then slowly held out the flowers. "I thought you might like something to go with that fruu fruu fluff music you've got going on tonight."
(10:47:36 PM) CaimsQuill: Abel knew Caim too well. Aside from all his demony-ness, right there under that gladiator physique and the playful heart of a silly child was a hopeless romantic. He did not hear Abel enter, not that he minded in the least, and he found himself smiling above those bubbles and he reached his hands up to accept them, but first let his hand brush Abel's cheek in gratitude. "I like my fru fru music thank you." He chuckled. He picked a couple stems apart and stuck one behind his ear, smelled the bundle, started to pop off a few of the blooms. He was letting them float on top of the water where the bubbles were thin. Then he sat the rest aside, all but one he held in his fingers. He did all this silently grinning, looking back at Abel once in a while, wondering what he was thinking, but didn't ask. When he finished he turned to fully meet his eyes again. "You getting in?"
(10:53:24 PM) Abel Jalil: Abel quirked a brow at Caim's offer then chuckled, shaking his head as though he'd just be requested to fetch some mythical non-real beast and flame broil it right then and there. "You really want to see me strip that bad?" His lips tugged into a grin as he reached out to ruffle Caims' hair affectionately. Seeking to not disappoint his guest, Abel rolled his shoulders and began tugging off his shirt. "You know, I'm only doing this because you being in my tub makes it way more inviting than before." Tossing the garmet aside, he popped the button of his fly then tugged down the zipper to step out of his jeans. With a most wicked smirk he'd proceed to slid into the bubbles with lightning speed- as if Caim might not catch a glimpse of something he'd already had his mouth upon. Dante may have been crude and forwards, but Abel? Well, Abel was slightly blushing and a tad modest. He'd not completely lost his allure but there was a certain sweetness to him that only came with age...Like fine wine! Shifting beneath the water, the vampire slid an arm around the demons' shoulders to pull him close and then gently kissed his cheek. "Anyone ever tell you how sweet you can look?"
(11:06:08 PM) CaimsQuill: "Mayyyyyyyyyyybe?" Caim teased. Caim liked that sweetness and that modesty even though Caim barely had any himself. He thought it was endearing. Quite endearing on a man of his stature. "Whatever gets you in here Abel." He said still playing with his flower like it was the first one he'd ever been given brushing his fingertips over the petals. When Abel called him sweet he scooped up a small handful of bubbles and blew it off his hand at Abel, rolling his eyes, still smiling, quite playful really. "Only those that trust me for no good reason and shouldn't or those who are speaking to some version of me I'm acting out. No one that knows the real me. Those are the ones that don't bother speaking or just run away in fear." He rolled his lips in as he decided to slip his arms around Abel's neck, holding the flower behind them. Caim and Abel weren't always this chummy lovey really, but Caim was in a mood. He was just so exhausted between all the demon issues, Asmo, Andy, Evron, Jules, Jeremie, Cordy, London, the whole damn thing, he didn't want to pretend anything. He just wanted to enjoy Abel. "You could tell me again? Just to make sure I don't forget."
(11:19:13 PM) Abel Jalil: Abel smirked despite himself and narrowed his eyes. With a faint hum he'd lean in close, pressing his forehead to Caims' while letting their lips slightly brush as he spoke. "I find you very sweet, Caim. Especially in my tub." He grinned then and pulled the demon close against his cool vampiric frame. It seemed as of late that Abel was living through Caims' blood. Of course he fed off donated animals blood but never directly from a human. Something about the concept made him question it all together. Perhaps it was the whole killing part...He rumbled then and pressed his lips fully to the demon princes own, sucking softly upon his lower in an effort to coax the beautiful male to part his lips and allow the vampires tongue into the damp warmth within.
(11:31:35 PM) CaimsQuill: The demon knew Abel's body could never sustain forever without that live human blood to sate him naturally, but damn he loved to be fed from. He wasn't sure Abel knew. They'd been business partners this way for so long, enjoyment of the act wasn't really something they'd spoken on, but Caim found it highly erotic. He closed his eyes when he felt that brush of Abel's lips on his own, his chest broadening with the repeated words. But, when Abel pressed to completely unify them in his kiss, Caim gave back, parting lips to open to the vampire. His tongue flatening against the cool moisture of Abel's mouth before exploring even deeper, a slight whimper escaped him and his arms wrapped the embrace firmer, bringing their bodies flush against one another. He left his mouth painting Abel's with soft strokes when it parted still searching for more.
(11:35:56 PM) Abel Jalil: Their kiss was met again and again until Abel's lips trailed down Caims' neck while he pulled the male into his lap. Maybe it was the smell of Caim or the scent of the water, or the flowers- hell, maybe it was just the fact that Abel's own blood was quickly stirring. Either way, he growled soft against the demons smooth skin then parted his lips. With a faint hiss, he'd curl his fingers into the males' dark hair then tug gentle yet firm- exposing his throat like some form of prey in an erotic kiss. His fangs easily pierced the others skin and he just as swiftly began to suck upon the wound inflicted while gently rocking his hips with a low groan. "Gods ,you taste so good, Caim."
(11:49:59 PM) CaimsQuill: Just that tug did it, Caim felt Abel's instincts driving him. That was instant-arousal to Caim and there was no way Abel was going to miss it this time, not with their bare bodies so hard pressed together. There was that hiss that made him shutter and when he felt that piercing pain drive spikes through his flesh, his body stilled, clenched tight, trembled, let out a gasp trailed by a higher pitched whimpering sound. The more blood Abel would ever take, the more light headed and intoxicated acting Caim would become from lack of his own sustaining life force. He loved the feeling, like drugs, being inebriated. "Don't stop" he pleaded as if this was pleasure. Caim always wanted to peak orgasm while being bitten and he was going to ask for it, "Fuck me Abel. Make me feel good tonight. Please?" The tone was bordering begging. "I want to feel it all ... at once. Everything. You."
(11:57:54 PM) Abel Jalil: Who was he to turn down a demon prince? Especially one as sweet as Caim was to him. "As you wish." He growled out then slid two fingers down between Caims' cheeks. With purr, he'd trace around that tight pucker then push his digits inside. All it took was few pumps of his wrist and Abel was forced to pull his hand free. He'd snarl in frustrated need, clutching at Caim. "I want to hear you scream my name, Caim." His dark eyes narrowed while he reached between them and slowly rubbed the tip of his hard length around the princes' entrance. "Make it sound nice for me, hm?" A second bite was delivered to his new found lover as he aligned himself then thrust upwards- burying his full girth in a single, powerful motion that was followed in short by the rolling of his hips. He wouldn't give Caim the time to break from the pleasure. This was merely a means to savor to noises between them now- the groans, the hisses, the suckling and swallowing of blood, the splashing of the water and the slap of skin to skin as Abel drove himself in and out of Caim with enough force to break an average mortal in only seconds. Now, at last, Abel had found someone he could truly unleash his strength upon.
(3/14/2012 12:14:42 AM) CaimsQuill: Caim rarely bottomed out. It was weird really. Caim always was the one picking weaker individuals to take over in intimate situations. For as long as it had been Abel was getting someone practically virginal this way for the last lover to take him was Augustus and the King Iammax 2000 years prior and here Caim was asking for it. There was really just something about feeling the power of this vampiric creature had over him? Maybe that was it? Maybe it was something more? Only Caim's true lovers did this and this only proved he hadn't had one in so very long. What an empty life. His dazy eyes from the blood leaving his system met Abel's and nodded, "I promise." Even his voice sounded lazy. And when that second bite came in it was like something woke his voice up, lit a fire under his voice box and made it scream out. Abel was right, Caim's body could take it and he did. "Fuhhh. Oh fuck Abel fuck! A, A, A...Ab...Abe...Oh fuck Abel fuck!" He was stuttering his name out in gaspy panty breathes assisted by pleasure moans most grattifying. "Don't...don't...d...d.d.d.d.d.d.d don't hold back back baby. Take everything you need. fuck!" He cried out in unison with the waters sloshing around them and pinking from dripping demon's blood. Caim's hand desperately gropey running up the back of Abel's neck and into his hairline, trying to hold on.
(12:21:39 AM) Abel Jalil: "All of you." Abel snarled out as he wrapped an arm around Caims' hips to steady him, their bodies meeting in hard slaps of flesh while he pounded into the demon. With his free hand, Abel drew back his lips then sunk his fangs into his own flesh- shredding the skin easily. Panting and groaning as he abused Caims' tight hole, the vampire pressed his bloodied wrist to the demons mouth with a sly smirk. "Drink, baby. I'm not gonna have you pass out on me and maybe you'll get a taste of what I'm like." Dipping his head down then, the vampire sunk his teeth into Caims shoulder in a fresh bite, suckling blood with ease while he glided a hand between them just to coil his fingers around the demons length. What good was this if Abel was the only being to be pleasured? Rumbling happily, the vampire began to jerk his lover off- moaning against his flesh as the thick, milky precum of his own undead body coated the demons' hot hole and made his thrusts all the more delightful.
(12:40:31 AM) CaimsQuill: "Gnhf" Nothing truly audible and cohesive was coming out after that, just noises in rhythm with the steam rolling Abel was slamming his ass with. He loved the abuse too when from a caring hand (if that even made sense) but it did and oh fuck, Abel was feeding him blood. The iron scent in the air was already enough to tickle Caim's nose, his demonic senses sizzling. He opened his mouth like the little bird he was and suckled Abel's wrist, his own eyes dilating as he was fed, the rims trimmed with black, threatening to gloss completely over in that ebony glaze. The contrast of his skin under the drizzling hue of the blood rivering down his chin trickled down his neck and chest floating on the water's surface. Between what Caim was being fed and the next hard bite, his demonic senses were on overload and his skin started to heat up, the water warming to a jacuzzi's heat, even small bubbles like a simmer beginning to to fizz. The "mmm MMmmmmMMMmm fuck ah fuck ah ahh ahhhhh" Abel was jerking him off too and this was just getting all too intense on him and it happened - Huge black wings just burst out of his back out of nowhere. Dripping wet feathered wings shot and splattered water out and across the whole room, making smacking sounds as it hit the walls. Drenched wings flapped and stretched out behind him. Caim had not been so properly fucked out in a long damn time.
(12:49:22 AM) Abel Jalil: Abel's dark eyes widened at the wings and he groaned, feeling Caim suck from his wrist just as fast he could feed. It had been years upon years since he'd fed anyone his thick black blood, but this felt right- perfect. His lips were strained with crimson as he moaned then cupped Caim's face in his hands. Pulling him into a messy, bloodied kiss he engulfed the male in his own passion- even bit at his lips and sliced his own open to mingle their bloods further. The connection between them seemed to pulse within him and as Abel thrust, he could almost feel the coldness of his own body warming fast. Sweat began to glisten his skin while he grinned like a fiend. There was a part of him that longed to torture Caim- and he knew that part was Dante begging to be let out. Instead, Abel growled low and unleashed the more feral side of himself. The beast, the animal that his bloodlust and years of hunger could produce. Licking his smeared lips, he grabbed Caim and forcefully pulled him from his cock then pushed him back into the water. Panting and laying against the cool marble of the tub, the vampire chuckled and eyed up his prey. "Be a good boy and show me just how much you want this sick vampire to fuck your brains out, Caim." His eyes narrowed. Still Abel. Still very much Abel for the words were oddly tender despite the command. "Give yourself up to me, baby, and I'll give you everything I have. I'll make sure you can't walk out of this fucking room, got it?" Dante would of never spoken, would of actually loved to slit Caims throat like a pig and drained him dry but Abel? Abel was all about the passionate, wild sex and the way their hot bodies could collide and surrender to one another tonight.
(1:20:02 AM) CaimsQuill: When Caim was shoved back his head started to spin, the dizzy unstableness realing, the strange mix of strength from Abel's thick corroded blood and lightheaded sensation from loss of his own. It was electric and draining at the same time. He licked at his own lips as Abel taunted him, the sensuality laced in the tone of his words were nothing less than completely sexy to Caim. A smirk rose from that stoned expression salacious from the get go as he trudge through the waters, strong, target? Abel. When he made it back to Abel he confessed, "I jerk off to you in my dreams." A slight chuckle and lick to his chest and over the mountain of his peck stopping for only a moment to tease the tender nub. Abel wasn't Dante, but hearing the words, be a good boy, and just something about this body the double vampire shared, somehow familiar, he said, "I'll always be your good boy." He wasn't talking to Dante but damn Caim's demeanor was really changing out, "Make it so I can't leave tomorrow. I want a reason to stay. Don't let me walk out of here. please?" His face even looked pained like leaving would be the worst thing that could ever happen to him and this was a life or death conversation and not just sex talk. He put his hands on Abel's belly and trailed them down to that cock of his and moaned. "Oh fuck don't let me leave." He begged again. Then he took a strange turn hooked his arms over the edge of the tub, his wings upstretched and his toned ass coming to the surface like an open invitation and turned his still blood drenched face around and looked over his shoulder. "Please? I can suck it? You can fuck my face as hard as you do my ass." A devilish grin grew as he said that one.
(1:26:15 AM) Abel Jalil: Abel rumbled happily at the offering, a sly smirk crossing his lips. "You really want me to break your jaw that bad?" He arched a brow then hummed and nodded. "Suck it, boy. When you can't stand it anymore, then I want you to get on your pretty little hands and knees so you can offer that sweet ass of yours to me." His dark eyes narrowed as he licked his lips and groaned, rolling his hips in need. "When you do that, Caim? I'm going to break you hard, understand? I don't want you to heal yourself until I say you can, got it? You're not going to walk out of here because I'm going to fuck your perfect body till it's numb from the pleasure."
(1:39:18 AM) CaimsQuill: Caim turned with his grin turning more coy, more flirty and flattered, like being proud his master was giving him such orders and wanted to please him. He was even nodding yes when he was asked if he wanted his jaw broke. He floated around in front of Abel and lapped at his chest again, he bit his lower lip before he spoke, "I understand. And Thank you." And the tone in Adrian's voice was so grateful it was almost sickening sweet and far too full of hope of promises to be fulfilled. But, he got right down to business after that. He hunkered on down between Abel's legs grabbing the shaft and stretching his mouth around that vampire's cock, only to move his hand so that he could take him down more wholly, going as far as he could before till it hit the back of his throat, only to take a damn deep breath through his nose, relaxing his throat and shoving down that much more forcing Abel into the hot wet depths of his demon throat making swallowing motions to knead the head with tender muscles, making gurgly noises before slurping his way back up hungrily. His eyes flashed up completely lewd but looking for approval as he kept the indecent garble of sounds up sucking that cock.
(1:45:28 AM) Abel Jalil: "A-Ah, fuck yeah." Abel groaned and leaned his head back, curling his fingers tight into Caims' dark hair before looking down to him. "Good boy, baby. So fucking good you are." His eyes narrowed as he began to roll his hips, snarling as he picked up speed while savoring all that lewd noise Caim could produce. "You're such a good boy, Caim. I should reward you, shouldn't I? Make that throat of yours feel real nice." His hands fists the males hair before he growled and bared his fangs. "Time for me to fuck your face, baby." And there was the fine skirt of a line between Dante and Abel. Abel did this out of sheer, maddening lust for Caim and push his dominance as alpha vampire and predator. Dante would of just snapped Caims' neck for the one time thrill. Abel was now bucking hard, forcing Caims' mouth and throat to take him faster as his hips jerked. He needed it and needed to keep his promise to Caim. To some it would have been a gruesome, sick joke but to Abel? It was only fitting. After all, Caim was a demon prince. To him, a broke jaw from cock sucking his lover was probably a bradge of pride; even if it only last a few moments before his body mended.
(1:59:37 AM) CaimsQuill: Caim gave a nod against his dick without backing off to answer him. He didn't want to leave his cock vacant for a moment. Caim wanted Abel pleasured. He wanted him to feel so damn good all because of him. He was ready for it. He sure as hell didn't care about a broke jaw either. He desired it if it would turn Abel on because the pain against knowing he was doing for that man was something he wanted to take. Anyone else and he'd probably have gotten up, called his unholy sword and slit their throats himself before it ever even got this far. But Caim was here because he wanted to be. This pair had held out for too long. It was truly a long time coming. How two people could be this attracted to one another and never cross that line was almost a sin in itself. So many passionate kisses and never... this... not them. Caim may have been with this body as Dante, but this was all new for Caim the passion behind his actions were quadrupled in effect knowing Abel animated the body now. But, as Abel slammed the his face down over and over his jaw did pop right out of it's socket and even his skull cracked up the line from his temple. It caused more saliva to build up, but it didn't deter the demon as he felt his hair practically being pulled from it's roots to slam his head so hard. His wings were flapping out of control and wild, desperate, the same with his hand smacking out against Abel's thighs and trying to grip into his skin and did... those bird talons sank into Abel's skin like razor sharp nails.
(2:07:35 AM) Abel Jalil: Abel snarled as he felt those talons dig in, the mingle of blood and drool upon him. His dark eyes were near rolling back with pleasure. Oh, tonight would be long and passionate, for he had years of release waiting to be fulfilled- all of which he planned to give Caim. "Good boy, baby." A few final hard slams, hearing the wet slurps and cracks left the vampire groaning in pleasure as his body finally freed what would be the first of his releases tonight. His toes curled and his muscles tensed while thick, musky strings of his vampiric seed splattered in Caims' mouth and slid down his throat like rich cream. Abel gripped him close, kept his head buried as he rocked his hips. "Mmm, fuck yeah, baby. Swallow it all, my dirty little prince." Groaning then, he yanked his lovers mouth free and pulled him up into a hard kiss- uncaring of his broken jaw. "Such a good little boy you are to me. Now..." His tongue traced Caims' lower lip while he cooed happily. "Does my beautiful boy want this vampires' cum flooding his ass too? Or is he just too weak to handle any more broken bones tonight?" Those brows raised but it was clear Abel had their pleasure in mind for he tenderly stroked Caims' lips with his thumb. "Heal your jaws, baby. I want to hear you screaming when I fuck you hard."
(2:18:28 AM) CaimsQuill: Caim swallowed every bitter drop and with enthusiasm too. And when he was pulled into that kiss he came out of it smiling, even with the loose jaw he quickly cracked to one side like he was trying to put it back together looking almost like a snake after he'd dehinged to eat larger prey and was snapping himself back in place. "You know I do. I want it all the fuck over me and anywhere you'll give it." Veiled eyes pleaded, "Just keep giving it to me" as if there was anyone else in the room to give it to, but that's what he said wanting it all for himself. His wings fluttered behind and he asked, "I want to get on top too. I want to ride my Abel." Caim wanted to do every way there was. But, he used the term my Abel, a strange sense of figurative claiming him. His eyes had questions in them though, like he wanted to hear it was ok he said that.