Strange Encounters ((WARNING: May contain mature content maybe))

His tongue lapped insistently at the broken skin, moaning.

The little whimper that escaped his partner has his hand gripping tighter in his hair, pulling his head back further.

The grip on his hair dissipated as his hands moved to clutch each of the younger man's thighs, hiking them up to curl around his hips.

In the back of his mind, he idly wondered if this was the best place to be doing this.

Avira was NOT, repeat, NOT supposed to enjoy having his hair pulled, or at least he didn't think he was. Ignicio's grip was nice though, and he relaxed willingly into it. What could he say? When it was obvious that he'd lose any type of struggle, even be it for dominance, he'd better off just submitting.

So he did.

By no standard was Avira a malleable person, nor easily manhandled, but when he submitted, he did it properly. And by that standing his allowed Ignicio to manipulate his body as he pleased, simply following through as he was guided.

He was ultimately very glad that Caterva wouldn't leave Ignis sleeping alone, otherwise the cat would be out here and probably trying to kill Ignicio. (They were possessive, what was there to say.)

Another small whimper left him, and Avira momentarily wished he had the ability to teleport, or something thereof. He didn't know about Ignicio, but balanced on the roof's railing wasn't quite the ideal place in his mind to do such things as this.

The Incubus gave a quiet, cat-like purr as he extricated his fangs from Avira's pale neck. His tongue lapped over the skin a few times before he took his mouth in another fierce kiss.

The little noises the man was making were driving Ignicio mad.

But the damned feeling of knowing that people would easily be able to walk out and see them was still buzzing insistently at the back of his mind.

He pulled back, dragging Avira closer and hoisting him up off the railing.

In very quick, practised motions, he flitted to the door, pushing it shut and rummaging through the pockets of his tight black breeches. He held a key up triumphantly, grinning before fitting it in the doors lock and giving it a deft turn.

There were perks to being the Elder of the coven. One of them: having a master key.

Now they were most definitely alone and the only way out here was to fly up. And the only person he knew in the coven that would be persistent enough to fly up after trying the door would be Giacinto.

But, he mused, would that be such a bad thing?

Avira made a minor sound of shock as he was picked up, but just held onto the other until they were safely locked away.

It was dark. Not that that particularly changed anything, as they were vampires with night vision, but it was still dark. It set an odd, secretive atmosphere.

And then Avira's brain decided to catch up with everything and comment that oh yeah note how you're about to have sex for the first time in how long exactly? Not that he was hyperventilating or anything, but Avira momentarily mentally panicked.

He had the emotional range of a teaspoon and the last time he'd even touched someone innocently had been......uh....actually he didn't remember. A long time ago. What if he was terrible? This was the coven leader they were talking about, he couldn't....

And there went his mind over analyzing again.

He averted his eyes shyly, partially out of respect, partially out of nerves.

He leaned forwards, pressing Avira against the door, hands moving from his thighs, up his stomach, pushing the loose shirt upwards.

His stubble-dusted cheek pressed against Avira's smooth one as he breathed into his ear. "What ya looking away for? Am I that hideous?" The words were followed up with a soft chuckle.

The Incubus was just teasing the shy vampire. He liked the sweet innocence that the man was emanating. It was a far cry from the sultry dominance Giacinto constantly showed. But no less sexy.

Avira jumped, startled at the man's words.

"W-what?" he squeaked. "N-no sir-! That's not-!"

He was cut off by Ignicio's sultry chuckle and Avira blushed again. He was just...ugh. That had been a trap he had just walked into. And he hadn't realized it because he had utterly forgotten everything about teasing or what it was like.

And instead, he did the next best thing than somehow getting himself out of that hole. He just dug himself deeper. Not that he knew that.

Avira pouted, in the adorable, innocent way that usually only children manage, eyes sparkling even in the darkness. His hands had found their way to the back of Ignicio's neck and his fingertips were idly running along the top of his spine. Avira looked adorable. Not that he knew that.

The Incubus' chuckles escalated in volume when he felt the heat of yet another blush against his cheek.

Adorably innocent.

He pulled back with an open mouth to say something but stopped short when he saw the pout. He leaned forwards, pressing a kiss to the mans pouty lips, tonue darting out to trace the seam of the younger vampire's lips.

"Don't call me sir. It makes me feel old. I'm only seven hundred and sixty. It's Ignicio. Or Nicio."

Avira was mentally debating how bad it would be to turn into a raven right now and just fly the hell away. He had a bad feeling he'd be chased though.

"S-sorry..." he mumbled shyly.

This though, just gave Ignicio the opportunity to pry his lips apart and attack his mouth with another kiss. Once more, Avira caved to his whims, letting the elder vampire do as he pleased with him.

His body acted without his thinking and he nipped at Ignicio's bottom lip, a small sign that he was irritated that he was being laughed at.

"Y'know its more fun for the both of us if you respond," he rasped, pulling back to pull Avira's shirt from his form, tossing it in a random direction, returning his lips to the man's quickly.

He moaned when the younger vampire nipped his lip, grinning. "That's more like it~"

His lips and tongue trailed downwards, leaving a wet trail down his neck and chest.

The shirt came off and Avira's common sense said 'well too late now you idiot' and jumped into the black abyss known as bad decisions. Or at least highly questionable at the given moment.

Avira arched as Ignicio's mouth trailed down his chest, leaving behind it a warm path of kisses and licks, the occasional nip standing out starkly on his pale skin. He bit his own bottom lip softly, looking up rather than down at Ignicio.

"Sorry..." he murmured again. "I-I've.....forgotten what it's like to...."

He trailed off.

One large, warm hand slid up Avira's back, pushing him closer to his wandering mouth.

His tongue flicked over one of the man's nipples. He knew it. Inexperienced.

"Well then, maybe I should help you remember~" he purred.

Well, if he's forgotten then that means he's not completely inexperienced. Virgin or no? He hoped not. Breaking in virgins was Giacinto's preference.

Avira almost let his mouth move without thinking but shut himself up before he could say 'I'd like that'. Keep quiet Avira, he told himself. Don't think too hard or too deeply just shut up and go with it.

Apparently, along with everything else, the knowledge that he was sensitive had been lost to him with time. Also that he could make such strangled sounds of pleasure under the torment of just a tongue.

Avira bit his knuckle to keep quiet, blushing lightly and trying to control his reactions.

He chuckled lowly, warm breath passing over the wet trails he had created. Such a sensitive body~

"Would you like that, eh, Avi? Would you like me to help you remember?" He nipped and sucked in a little patch of skin, creating another hickey. "Remember what it feels like to be touched?"

His hand moved to the buttons of his waistcoat, unbuttoning it with practised ease.

Avi. He'd just been called AVI. When was the last time someone had-

He stopped that thought, because the last time someone had called him Avi had nothing to do with sex or anything remotely like it and he didn't want to think about it. He'd rather keep his mind where it was. The pleasant lulling nothingness of oncoming pleasure. That was safer than the pain of memories.

His eyes flickered down to watch Ignicio's waistcoat disappear, and he blushed once more, eyeing the elder vampire with an innocent sort of hunger. More interest and enrapturement, even.

".......Yes." he answered at last, shy as ever.

The heavy black waistcoat dropped at his feet and his hands moved, pulling the thin cream poets shirt from his breeches, lifting it up over his head. His chest, equally as tanned as the rest of his body, wasn't overly muscular.

It was obvious that he fought often. Thin scars littered his chest, stomach and arms and his body was that of a warrior. His muscles were clean cut but not overly bulky.

He tossed the shirt in a random direction much like he had done with Avira's. It landed on the bucket of mayonnaise that he had dropped there upon his exit onto the roof.

Huh, I'll have to mess up the roof later, he decided, tongue lapping up the blood at had oozed from the healing bite-mark on the younger vampires shoulder.

"Just do whatever feels right. Touch if you want to touch, kiss if you want to kiss. There's really no wrong way to do it." And he thoroughly believed those words - the perks of being trisexual.

Avira watched the older vampire strip his shirt away, half admiring his physique. Avira, sadly, didn't scar very easily. Or at least, not very visibly. His skin was so pale that it was often hard to tell the marks from his actual skin.

His words were relatively comforting though, and Avira swallowed down was nerves he could. His hands, though inexperienced did as the elder vampire had suggested. He tilted his head to the side as Ignicio lapped at the bite, his hands sliding up to touch his chest.

Hard, was the first word to come to mind, smooth skin and hard muscle, and his slender fingers danced over the tanned skin, exploring quietly. He was a little nervous still, but it was easier once he started touching.

One thumb rubbed over a long scar on his chest, the curiosity of a cat Avira sadly possessed making him wonder where it came from. He didn't ask though.

Ignicio's hands followed Avira's example, dancing over the younger vampires skin and running through his hair.

A little grin formed when his head tilted. Utterly submissive.

A quiet hiss passed through his teeth when the thumb brushed over one of his scars. His scars were sensitive. Very sensitive.

He pressed closer to the silver haired vampire, giving him yet another kiss, tongue bidding Avira's to play.

This time, Avira managed to make himself respond to the kiss, though it was shy at best. His hands continued to flit over Ignicio's chest, touching with interest, but a bit of nervousness.

At the very least, continually being pulled closer was a good sign, right?

He managed to pull back from the kiss to breathe, swallowing down a few breaths, and then moving again.

His tongue found a scar on Ignicio's shoulder and lapped at it experimentally, hands smoothing over the elder vampire's stomach shyly. Avira still had no idea what the hell he was doing, just that it felt natural enough. Kinda.

Finally... he thought when the man responded to the kiss. It seemed like he was getting more confident in his actions.

When Avira pulled away, he trailed kisses down to his neck again. His neck was quickly becoming a favourite spot for the Incubus.

He choked out a groan when he felt the wet pressure of a tongue on one of his more prominent scars. "Damn, Avi..."

Avira took the words as a good sign, shifting so more of his neck was exposed while still licking the scar gently.

He moved his mouth, down and over a bit, finding another scar and treating it similarly. He was glad he'd found a weak point so easily. At least now he could know he was doing something the other enjoyed.

"Yes...?" he asked softly, wondering if he was being literally addressed or not.

His mouth moved back up again, pressing a shy kiss to the base of Ignicio's throat, but not daring to move up anymore. Necks were not open ground for vampires.

His head arched back when he felt lips on his throat. An act of submission that surprised even him. He rarely offered his neck to other vampires. A few humans had bitten him with their incredibly dull teeth while he had been feeding from them - declaring later 'an eye for an eye.' If he got to play vampire, so did they.

Offering his throat to a vampire wasn't something he usually did. Vampires teeth were far sharper than humans and much more likely to tear his throat out.

But, this was a member of his coven. Surely, he wouldn't attempt to kill him?

And Giacinto had always told him that sharing blood between coven-members strengthened their bond. How many coven-members had she shared her blood with? Definitely himself and Lyssum. Valora, too. Had she shared with Dick?

And again, 'an eye for an eye' popped up in his head. He had already fed from Avira. And he had taking a particular liking to the pale skin of the younger vampires neck. It was already littered with hickeys and had a slowly-healing bite-mark on it.

And with that thought, he arched his head back further, encouraging the younger male to continue.

Avira blinked, utterly shocked when Ignicio tilted his head back. He'd never expect something like that from a normal vampire, let alone the coven leader. This was...unprecedented, and unexpected. He wasn't sure whether or not he was about to do something irreversible or not.

Either way, his instincts acted without his permission, forcing him into acting without much more thought. Whether this was good or bad, he didn't know.

Despite a small sense of foreboding, he began to kiss along the vampire's neck gently, pressing small, gentle kisses to the skin. He was looking for an appropriate, out of the way spot that wouldn't draw much attention.

Base of the neck, where it connected to his shoulder, seemed to be the best option. So that was where he laved his tongue.

Once he was sure the spot was dulled enough, he let his fangs protrude completely, and in one swift motion, had bitten into his coven leader's neck. A small mewl slid from his throat as the taste of vampire's blood hit his tongue.

His eyes slid shut and he fisted a hand in Avira's hair, pulling the younger man closer.

The fangs buried in his skin, the soft lips and wet tongue, the slim body against his own...

A purr vibrated his chest. "Avira..."

Avira shivered as Ignicio purred his name, letting his eyes slide shut. The elder vampire made his name sound almost sweet on his tongue rather than the wretched thing Avira thought it to be.

He didn't dare disappoint, drinking slowly and carefully from the elder's neck, savoring the sweet spice of blood.

How long he was allowed to carry on, he wasn't sure, but he pulled back eventually, licking the bite to stem the blood flow.

When the fangs were removed and the tongue had passed over the bite, he seized the man by the hair he already had in his grip and pressed his lips to the other boys, moaning at the taste of blood on his tongue.

What would Giacinto think when (the was no question about if, it was when) she found out about this? He was certain she'd find out soon. The mark left on his shoulder would be found in a matter of minutes.

He chuckled at the thought of Giacinto's reaction. He could already see the pout and hear her words. 'You had sex with a sexy long haired guy without me?'