Pied Piper (Angelium x Pigeon) 18+

[Angellium]

"A whore?"

 

The blonde genuinely laughed aloud, a rather smug grin clasping his lips shut as he moved to take a grape from a vine. Everyone was a whore in the Prince's eyes. No one was above or below his wants and desires so why should he bother with such filth?

 

"You're amusing boy. Nonetheless, even that gets old with time." he spoke before taking the grape into his mouth. A few seconds later another servant reappeared to whisper something into his ear. The immortal sighed rather exasperatedly. "I don't know what's more tiresome. Fixing a problem that isn't mine or watching you whine about like some ungrateful bitch." The figure shrouded in white scurried off as the blonde stood so abruptly that his chair toppled over behind him. Whatever news he'd received was obviously not what he wanted to hear.

 

"I've certainly paid you enough to act a little more civilized. I guess money cannot buy a trait which you do not possess."

 

That smug grin dissipated as the table flipped topside of the balcony. Despite its inevitable crash the sudden pressure of the blonde's suffocating aura drowned out all sounds. An imposing shift in gravity shook the ground beneath them as the blonde stalked closer. One step - and a half left the prints of his feet behind as he reached forward. With pale fingers outstretched Aral's chair dragged impressive fissures into the stone floor moving closer to Az as he stood there- terrifyingly bright hues glaring down at him.

 

"I'd rip that insolent tongue of yours out--however, that would make your screams unbearably unattractive."

 

Fingers folded into a fist as the chair slowed to a stop at his feet. Azriel tilted his head ever so slightly to lean forward. "I haven't the time to play with you anymore." he lowered himself onto Aral's lap again.

He left his fingers to tangle into snow white hair, wrenching pristine locks to prompt the other to expose the length of his neck as he pulled down. The sharp of his fangs sank into dark skin with ease. He felt full in a matter of seconds as he sucked hard. The longer he remained latched onto the other his aura began to disintegrate until nothing remained. A few seconds later he pulled away, sure that he'd taken enough to leave the other paralyzed with fatigue until he returned.

 

"You should be too weak to run for quite a while. When I return I'll give you a tour of the lower levels." Fingers detangled from the other's hair when he moved to stand. Adjusting his headdress he sighed as he straightened his outfit. "If you can make it to the bedroom it's just inside and straight ahead." With that said he left.

 

 

Azriel returned maybe an hour or two later. Whether Aral was where he'd left him would become clear as he started towards the balcony.

[Kotorichan]

Aral could feel the change in the man's mood even before he spoke. All his questions were genuine, he didn't understand what was wrong with this person. But it was clear that he had pushed a bit too hard. He wasn't used to being this powerless, it was horrible.

 

He could only shrink back in his seat as Azriel's presence grew more powerful. There was no way that Aral could escape this, let alone fight against it. All he could do was try to hide his fear, but his wide eyes and racing heart beat gave it away. He was helpless, and they both knew it. The boy's teeth dug into his own lip as he forced himself to keep eye contact with the commanding presence that loomed above him. He wouldn't give in completely, not yet. He still had his pride.

 

At first Aral didn't resist as his head was pulled to the side, if Azriel had something to attend to then maybe he would be allowed to leave. But he began to struggle as he felt himself growing weak. It wasn't even a conscious choice to resist, it was one of pure panic. The pounding of his heart as he struggled only pushed more blood into Azriel's mouth, making the process go by even faster.

 

By the time he was released Aral was completely limp, his skin pale from the loss of blood. "You..." He bit his lip again to stop himself from insulting the other, this wasn't the time to push the boundaries. Instead he closed his eyes to shut out the world that seemed to be spinning around him. He hadn't felt like this since he had a fever as a child, which made the sensation strangely nostalgic.

 

Azriel's final words slipped in and out of Aral's world as he struggled to stay conscious. His body slouched down until he fully slipped off the chair and onto the floor. All he could do was focus on his own breath and the cool feeling of the stone against his cheek. He knew that he wouldn't have lost so much blood if he hadn't tried to fight back, and cursed himself for not having better self control.

 

Aral spent the next hour on the floor, drifting in and out of consciousness as his body struggled to regain the lost blood. He didn't try to push himself to move, wanting to save all his strength for when Azriel returned.