Author Note: This is somewhat surreal to be posting, but it seems to be needed. This is portions of the chat log conversations between Peter and Victor over the past two days. The first part begin partway into a conversation, but quickly flips to the relevant topic. I should probably take a moment to explain why this is so momentous, so please bear with me.
Up through last August, Peter had a split personality. His alter’s name was Flynn, and he oftentimes gave Peter a great deal of grief. Why, you might ask? Several reasons. One, Flynn was, once upon a time twenty five years ago, the deadliest vampire assassin stalking the streets of Philadelphia. All the vampire covens in the area knew his name and quaked in fear merely to hear it evoked. This was before there was a split personality, and Flynn was the only occupant of the body for five years. In that fifth year, a sorceress named Monica reminded Flynn that he was once Peter, and after several years and many trials, Peter, as a human, came back into the foreground.
At first, Flynn was a distant memory. Then a tragic event in Peter’s life provoked his vampire nature to reassert itself in more ways than just an allergy to sunlight and a set of fangs. Flynn became a fully split personality fifteen years ago and had plagued Peter ever since, taunting him from the background to embrace what he was, to revel in the carnage he could inflict, the fear he could inspire, as a vampire not ashamed of what he was. For fifteen years, Peter lived on banked blood, avoiding any actual hunting so long as he could help it. When he did hunt, Flynn was there, whispering temptation in his ear, to kill and to enjoy it, because Flynn was a vampire of indulgence.
When Victor and Peter became lovers last May, Flynn was a very strong presence constantly in the periphery. Peter worried that Flynn might be the one thing that would drive Victor away from him, and with good reason. Even in their first meeting, Flynn and Victor squared off against one another, neither refusing to blink but both asserting that there was a line drawn in the sand. The animosity waxed and waned over the months, but culminated in one actual, physical confrontation between the two of them. Had Flynn been armed, Victor might not have walked away, but as it was merely a fist fight Victor’s age and advantages of his bloodline allowed him to put the assassin in his place.
Then came another trial. Flynn had been quiet for several weeks, after the fight, but both Peter and Victor were still very much aware of his continued presence in Peter’s psyche. When matters elsewhere fashioned themselves into an inevitable confrontation with another, elder vampire, Victor knew that Peter would not let him walk into danger alone. But Peter had a passenger.
A very skilled passenger, at that. It took some persuasion, but Victor convinced Peter that he wanted to ask Flynn for either his help or his agreement in carrying out the confrontation. What resulted was the first harmonious (or as harmonious as things could be with Flynn in the picture) meeting of the minds between all three men. The battle was won with Flynn’s help, and resulted directly in Peter realizing that with all the changes of the past months in his outlook on life, he was capable of merging his personalities and mending the rift. During the battle itself, the merge was temporary to allow the use of both Flynn’s sword skills and Peter’s seer gifts, but Flynn later agreed to allowing it to be permanent.
In the intervening months, Victor has seen evidence of the merge in many ways. Peter is still very much Peter, but there are moments where that glint of wickedness reminds Victor that Flynn always was and always will be a part of him. And those are moments that Victor has genuinely enjoyed witnessing.
But Flynn is one of those characters who simply can’t be forgotten. He no longer antagonizes Peter, obviously, since in Peter and Victor’s economy Flynn no longer exists as a separate entity …And yet he is still there. Speaking his name still grabs his attention, and he’s been existing without complaint in something of an alternate universe (he is currently living there with a vampiress named Gabrielle – a damaged soul whose mind did not make it through her own turning intact but who revels in her nature in a similar way Flynn does) and he will, rarely, pipe up in Victor and Peter’s chats as something of a third voice.
Over the course of the last two days, though, things took a very unexpected turn. Jules and I are still trying to sort out the “how, when, why” of the situation, but needless to say… It’s worth reading.
So without further ado, this is the transcript from the past few days. In total, it is over 12,000 words (we tend to refer to phenomenons like this as “characters co-opting the writers” because we were both fairly chained to our keyboards yesterday writing the bulk of this) and the beginning part is, as I mentioned at the start of this note, mid-way through a conversation. Usually Victor and Peter’s chats are in the first person, so that is how you will need to look at the beginning part of the transcript. Any bolded text in Peter’s dialogue, up until the break, is his own “emotes” while Flynn’s are denoted merely as text. Hopefully it’s not too confusing, but it does smooth out into the third person for the portion of the exchange written yesterday.
Raw chat logs so this is entirely unedited. Perhaps it will be written out as a separate piece at some point but for now…
Enjoy, and welcome to the surreal.
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*WARNING: explicit content (as though you didn’t already guess) between two male vampires.*
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V: grins I’m certain it’s a farily common indulgence, but not one that fills the place entirely with smoke, either. raises an eyebrow My handler is now posing me the question whether or not I’ve ever smoked, but I’m informing her that unless it was done to blend in with a human crowd, no, I never had a habit of it. chuckles
P: chuckles, shakes head as i consider you no, i do not see you as the type, lover. unless it was for that purpose. a cigar, maybe, but even that would probably be rare. sighs it was a bad habit of mine from being the assassin. and i picked it up before because of all the night clubs and bars i used to frequent for my meals.
V: chuckles The added draw of the smoker who could offer someone a light. grins Were I discussing it with Flynn, I might wonder if he thought ill of relying on such a crutch to blend in and find a meal.
P: laughs oh heavens. pinches the bridge of my nose and he is offering, as a retort, “it helped me cover up the foul stench of their inebriation.”
V: laughs Smoking as a cover up to the selections at his choice of dining locales. He needed to have better taste. winks
P: laughs he argues taste was lacking in quality where he hunted, so he made do with the finest of what was offered. “those of us not sitting posh in sin city had to select from what our hunting grounds afforded.” sighs at him
V: grins I take it he was not a fan of the adage “you are what you eat”.
P: snickers no, not quite. shakes my head although he is countering with saying, “the last time i checked, i was not slim and blonde with pert breasts and a weak mind.” blinks, perks an eyebrow at him
V: chuckles It’s a shame I can’t honestly say it would be an improvement. grins Though I would offer to double check for him, if he was at all concerned.
P: bursts into laughter he cocks his head in my direction and says, “examine the prototype.”
V: laughs “But I know what the last thing he ate looks like.” grins “And every inch is already well documented.”
P: he grins “i can only imagine what the last thing he ate looks like.”
V: grins “I suppose that depends on your definition of ‘eating’.”
P: laughs “oh, i have been aware for some time of what his regular diet consists of, speaking of documented inches.”
V: raises an eyebrow, grins wickedly “You seem well aware of which inches are his favorites.”
P: bursts into laughter and glances at flynn. sees him light a cigarette “yes, i had to suffer through that for long enough.” he grins wickedly. “how are you enjoying the parts of me now in those inches you document?”
V: chuckles “I have never had any complaints with those inches.” glances him over, up and down, grins “How are you enjoying the knowledge that parts of you quite enjoy reciprocating that documentation?”
P: he exhales a plume of smoke as he huffs a chuckle. “could never have me as a conquest before, so now you must rely on the boy scout’s sentiments to enjoy that. not talented enough to seduce me on your own are you?”
V: raises an eyebrow “Talent was never the question, Flynn. I merely never wanted you that badly.”
P: he hums. “but you surely are enjoying reaping the benefits of it now.”
V: grins “I did say ‘that badly’. A shame I didn’t know then you were so keen on the idea of being seduced.”
P: laughs uproariously at the way he grimaces “merely questioning the expertise of the so-called expert.”
V: smirks at him “Hardly ’so-called’. After all, I simply did not direct my skills toward you. Perhaps you might have learned a trick or two, had I done so.”
P: he huffs a chuckle. “hardly know what you could have taught me. i do not dine on the same fare as the boy scout.”
V: grins “What is the mortal phrase, ‘don’t knock it until you try it’? You are only depriving yourself, Flynn.”
P: he smirks. “that might have worked for the boy scout, but i believe i might be more discerning in my tastes.”
V: laughs “Yes, slim blondes with pert breasts that may or may not reek of alcohol. Much more discerning.”
P: bursts into laughter oh, that one made an impact, lover. he is gritting his teeth right now.
V: chuckles He did offer me that one, you have to admit. winks
P: nods, chuckles yes, i believe if this would have been chess, he allowed you the unsupervised checkmate. because all he can do is mutter, “yes, well that should tell you where you rank on the grand scale of things.”
V: grins broadly “There are certain parts of you that disagree.” hums, chuckles I do somewhat miss bantering with him.
P: chuckles, nods yes, my handler confesses it is a bit of fun for her to watch. you are the only one able to match wits with him. winks
V: chuckles, kisses you We stand on relatively equal footing with each other, which is a distinct advantage compared to anyone else who might even attempt to offer him a challenge. grins
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((This begins after a brief writer to writer conversation on twitter where it was mentioned that Victor was still dwelling on the conversation from the night before, and Flynn piped back up very quickly. Jules and I would like to add the note that when it comes to writing Flynn and Victor, we have to take our hands off the wheel and just channel the characters. Somehow we don’t think there will be many complaints at the result.))
Victor chuckles. “Nothing to confront, assassin. Or are you looking for a rematch?”
he grins. “ah, there you are. i thought for a moment the boy scout had you too tied up. or am i getting the roles mixed up?”
Victor raises an eyebrow, grins.“We trade as the mood suits us. Concerned that he’s neglecting the parts of you that remain?”
flynn’s grin turns menacing “the boy scout, even with wisps of my personality intertwined, could not hold a candle to me.”
Victor eyes him up and down “From where I’m standing, my encounters with you have been far from comparing to Peter.”
flynn scoffs “oh please. you speak as though you have any experience with any encounter when you lack the intestinal fortitude.”
Victor laughs “If I didn’t know better I would wonder if I’ve left you wanting. Jealous I never tried anything?”
flynn grins and paces away from the wall “no, but i must confess, you have me curious. all this wanting and never taking.”
“Not all of us have the impulse control of an infant, Flynn.” he grins
flynn laughs “what you call the impulse control of an infant, i call having the scrotum with which to take what you want.”
Victor smirks “If I were looking for one last fuck before I die, it would not be in your bed.”
flynn grins in a slow, wicked manner “not up for a game of russian roulette? what a shame you are as emasculated as i thought.”
Victor raises an eyebrow “And here I thought I was saving you the embarrassment of discovering you enjoyed it.”
flynn smirks “you assume you could make me enjoy it. quite a high bar for you, sir, and i doubt your ability to deliver.”
Victor grins “And I doubt that you are worth the risk of Russian roulette.” the grin turns wicked “You would enjoy it.”
flynn mirrors victor’s grin “oh would i? i still remain unconvinced. all talk and bluster from your end of things. i could very easily say the same thing, sir. how would you know?”
Victor crosses his arms, the grin still in place “Perhaps if you ask nicely, I might show you.”
flynn scoffs. slowly he removes his suit jacket and tosses it aside, folding his arms across his chest “i believe you are the one who should be asking nicely.”
Victor eyes him in an appraising manner “From antagonizing taking to asking. My, but you really are focused on having me.”
flynn scoffs “i said you should be asking me, sir. i never made any requests.” maintains steady eye contact with victor
Victor just watches him for a long moment, then steps forward into Flynn’s personal space, searching for a reaction.
flynn tsks “and you think you could handle me? all reluctance and calculating. i am severely doubting you.”
Victor smirks “You’re simply failing to entice me, Flynn. I’m not convinced it’s worth the trouble.”
flynn scoffs “failing to entice you?” he steps forward one pace and perks an eyebrow “for being so adept at stating a case as you claim to be, i am not very convinced.”
In response, Victor removes his suit jacket without taking his eyes from Flynn, and tosses it aside “You were in the periphery long enough to well know what I am capable of, Flynn.”
flynn grins like the devil “that was the boy scout, sir. i am not so easily placated.” he eyes victor down and then back up “and i do not believe you to be up to the task.”
Victor nods once “And I do not believe I’ve yet heard a reason to try and convince you.”
“come now..” he smirks “that ego of yours does not fancy the notion of me having to eat my words?”
Victor smirks in return “If that was reason enough, I would have had you a long time ago.”
flynn leans close and whispers “i think you are afraid.”
Victor leans closer “I think….” his eyes close, then blink back open “Why, Flynn?”
flynn blinks, somewhat taken aback “why what?”
Victor searches his eyes “Why put the temptation in front of me?”
“hmm…” flynn perks an eyebrow, stepping closer to victor “maybe i like seeing you wriggle. like seeing you squirm. maybe i find myself fascinated by the notion that i get you so fucking hot under the collar. and maybe, just maybe, you have me curious to see if you could put your money where your mouth is.” he stares intently “the ball is in your court, though, as the mortals are oft to say.”
Victor continues regarding him evenly “And if I say no?”
flynn shrugs “if that is your determination, then so be it.” he takes hold of victor’s collar, thusting him up against his chest “first you must look me in the eyes and convince me you do not want me, though.”
Victor blinks, dead silent for a long moment as he just stares blankly at Flynn. After blinking back into focus, he says quietly “I’ve already admitted that I want you. That somewhat precludes being able to convince you otherwise.”
flynn grins, the slightest hint of fangs peeking down “and for just one moment, you would not wish to take a bite of the apple? or are you above the serpant’s wiles?”
His body reacts both to the taunt and the sight of fangs, and being this close he knows Flynn will be able to smell it. Teetering on the edge, Victor’s hands lift and settle onto Flynn’s hips as he presses himself closer, allowing his own fangs to slide down. “See if you can handle the taste then, master assassin.” The next instant, one hand raised behind Flynn’s back, cupping around the base of his neck and pulling him down into a searing kiss that is heedless of fangs as, in the back of his mind, Victor waits to see how Flynn will respond.
flynn growls as victor’s lips meet his in an intense kiss, the taste of blood causing his own fangs to run down fully and scratch into victor’s lips, heedless of the blood exchanged as well. he laughs into the kiss and pushes victor back without letting go of him, walking with him until he forces victor’s back against the wall. he presses his body against victor’s “not bad, but i think you are holding back, sir. i have been kissed more soundly by the fairer sex.”
Victor growls, grabbing Flynn and spinning him to slam his back against this wall. This time his entire body is flush aginst Flynn’s as their lips meet and Victor forces his tongue past Flynn’s lips, spilling more blood from a slice along his fangs, hips pressing solidly against his and grinding for friction.
flynn groans and grins as victor kisses him, feeling victor’s tongue slip into his mouth and tasting the blood offered. he sucks on victor’s tongue until the wound closes and touches victor’s back, pressing their bodies more soundly together and slipping his tongue into victor’s mouth. with a growl, he starts feeling the pangs of lust overwhelming him and slides a hand up victor’s back, ripping his shirt from his pants and touching the bare skin underneath. with a sneer, he pulls from the kiss and murmurs “ah, my back slammed against the wall. an improvement. i wonder what i might provoke if i… without warning, he tugs victor’s tie undone and rips open the first few buttons of victor’s shirt. then he drives his fangs into victor’s neck
Victor calls out loudly, hands clutching at Flynn as his eyes roll back. A growl starts when he feels his blood being taken, and this time his hands are the one ripping buttons on Flynn’s shirt. Hands greedy on bare skin, one dips to the front of Flynn’s pants and cups purposely around the growing bulge even as the nails of his other hand rake down Flynn’s back beneath the loosely hanging shirt
flynn hisses and releases his hold on victor’s neck. his lips meet victor’s again, blood still coating his lips and mouth, in a searing kiss which serves as unspoken encouragement. the buttons of victor’s shirt and vest become forfeit and flynn hastily removes the offending garments from victor’s body. growling again, flynn grinds deliberately into the hold victor’s hand has on his lengthening cock and presses victor flush against him once more
Victor grins into the kiss, renewing it with fervor for a long moment and then ripping his lips away to plunge his fangs into Flynn’s throat. Still stroking through his pants, Victor’s fingers tighten their grip around Flynn’s cock and the movements become more deliberate as he grinds his own cock against Flynn’s body.
flynn moans as victor’s teeth enter his neck and sneers, a look of self-satisfaction on his face as he cups victor’s length and squeezes. his grin turns devilish “i think there are a lot more creative uses of those fangs. do not force me to name you a boy scout as well.” he pushes victor away, heedless of the blood running down his neck and strips off his shirt and his pants, eyeing victor as though daring him to do something about the distance between them. especially when his pants hit the ground
Captivated, barely restraining himself from pouncing back at Flynn, as soon as he sees him beginning to disgard his pants Victor grins wickedly and does the same, pants hitting the ground seconds after Flynn’s. “If you want creativity, you might just need a boy scout.” Moving forward as a blur, Victor kisses him again, hands groping over his body and pushing them roughly together. He shoves Flynn away deliberately, forcing the assassin back against the wall again “I wonder how long it will take me to memorize the sight of you bent over with my cock buried inside you. One fuck? Four?” His hand strokes Flynn’s cock harshly, and he leans forward to lick up the blood coating over his shoulder, raising his lips to Flynn’s ear. “Will you be able to handle it?”
flynn sneers, lowering his hand to cup victor’s balls and tugging on them “if you think me unable to handle a sound fucking then i doubt your ability to administer it. i think the operative question is, can you make me want to come back for more?” the harsh stroking of his cock makes his length rock hard and his body moves despite himself, grinding into the stroking, hips moving while his other hand slides across victor’s back. he deliberately drives his nails into victor’s skin and grins, his mouth hovering above victor’s ear this time“how many fucks will it take for me to be satisfied?”
“Let’s find out.” Scraping his fangs over Flynn’s shoulder, he releases the hold on his cock and grabs him roughly, spinning Flynn to face the wall and pressing his chest against Flynn’s back, pinning him there while his own cock digs into Flynn’s ass. Grinning, hands running down Flynn’s sides and along his hips, one hand lifts and settles onto the back of Flynn’s neck, holding him in place as his other hand is equally purposeful, sliding down to find Flynn’s opening. With no other warning than a probing touch, Victor shoves two fingers inside as deep as he can manage.
flynn hisses, feeling himself pinned and unable to move. the sensation of victor’s fingers entering rough into his opening provokes a groan, and flynn forces back into them as though to prove a point. with a wicked grin he lets victor finger fuck him and laughs, his cock twitching with how good it feels. still, the only evidence he lets on about it is the scent his body gives off and how rigid his cock is “you call that hard? come on, maestro, i thought you were supposed to be able to make the body an instrument…” he grits his teeth, shoving back as hard as possible against victor to provoke him further “let us see what you can do with that cock.”
Victor growls “When I’m good and ready.” He grins, pressing himself close and whispering, “I want to hear a moan, first.” Fingers curling deliberately, he hits Flynn’s prostate with three pointed thrusts.
“_oh holy fuck_…” flynn says, unable to control his response to the pointed thrusts. his eyes roll back and he moans despite himself “fucking hell…” he refuses to say it, but he wants this. his body is practically screaming for it
Humming, smirking, Victor nips at Flynn’s shoulder. “Now you can feel my cock.”Taking his fingers away, he quickly replaces them with the head of his cock pressing against Flynn’s opening. The hand still at the base of Flynn’s neck, other holding his own length in position, Victor thrusts in hard, burying himself half-way with the effort. One brief withdraw and another harsh surge forward, hand shifting to Flynn’s hip, Victor shivers as he holds himself still, fighting back from the edge of climax. He’s wanted this for so long, caution thrown entirely to the winds as he gives into it and begins to move, setting his tempo as Flynn’s body reacts to him and not holding back his strength as his cock pistons in and out at an almost brutal pace
“… fuck… yes…” the brutal pace is exactly what flynn wants, the hard pistoning and erotic pain causing him to dig his nails into the wall in front of him. he allows his body to take in the harshness of the coupling before moving along, forcing back as victor surges forward and not questioning it. especially not as the only thing he becomes aware of is the lust saturating his veins, his movements back against victor snapping much more deliberately until he feels his control starting to slip away “… harder… faster… fucking hell…” flynn moans once and grits his teeth against the urge to climax. but the more he tries to hold back, the tenser his body gets, until a final grunt is all the warning he gives victor that he is about to cum
Both of Victor’s hands are settled onto Flynn’s hips, pulling him back as his cock slams forward, moving with Flynn’s body and meeting the demands both spoken and not. Victor’s eyes lose focus and all he can concentrate on is holding himself back from orgasm, but the more Flynn’s muslces tense, the more difficult it becomes until finally, just after he hears Flynn grunt Victor calls out “fuck” in a shout that was almost more primal than profane. He feels himself spill over, climax rocketing out of him as continues thrusting, eyes clenched shut, one hand no longer on Flynn’s hip but fisted tightly around his length and feeling it swell and pulse in time to his own release
flynn loses himself in the throes of orgasm, allowing each pulse to crash into him and grunting and groaning in something of an animalistic nature as he feels victor’s hand around his length, fisting it while it begins shooting cum. he feels victor release inside him and loses all thought and reason inside the haze of climax, not even realizing when they stop moving, but standing perfectly still at some point and shivering as an aftershock ripples through him. not apt to speak first, he simply holds on to the wall in front of him and shuts his eyes, lingering in the subtle aftershocks as they start gradually waning
Victor shivers, and blinks in an attempt to clear the fog of climax. Bodies still joined, he runs a hand up Flynn’s spine, almost to convince himself that that just happened as though the hum of his body was not proof enough. Parting reluctantly from Flynn, his hands slide around the other man’s stomach, across his chest, pulling them close together so Victor’s chest touches Flynn’s back. His eyes close briefly before murmuring softly “That was…” he hesitates and hums “I trust that it was acceptable.”
flynn nods slowly, remaining in position, but not flinching against the touch “all of my malice aside, i must say i approve.” he turns slightly, enough to line victor in his periphery “i am not one to apologize for my actions or behavior, but i must concede your point to you.” as he turns fully, his hand secures around victor’s neck and pulls him close for a deep, seering kiss. flynn bites at victor’s bottom lip before releasing it “now, was it worth trying to convince me?”
“Yes…” His voice soft with the first concession, it gains volume as he grins, possibly the first genuine grin he’s ever directed toward Flynn. “Yes, it was.” Arms secure around Flynn, Victor kisses him back in a deep, sound manner, licking across his lower lip before pulling away. “And I would never expect you to apologize.”
flynn nods, permitting himself a grin “good because i do not.” perking an eyebrow, he would study victor for a moment, not entirely certain how to react, knowing his body certainly spoke volumes he could not attempt to explain away, nor would he be apt to. instead, his hands touch victor and he turns to pin victor against the wall. he inhales a deep breath “why did you want me?” he asks, looking deliberately at victor
Victor inhales sharply at the question, overly aware of the wall against his back as he meets Flynn’s eyes. “Would you believe me if I said it was your animal magnetism?”
flynn smirks “my animal magnetism?” he presses his body against victor’s “what about it?”
Subconsciously, he presses back against Flynn as much as he is able. “Just being around you. I could hardly help myself.”
“oh really?” flynn grins in a wicked manner, allowing his fangs to run down again. he leans close, kissing victor’s neck before whispering into his ear “tell me… have you ever danced with the devil…”
Shivers at the kiss, his eyes closed and hands pressing against Flynn’s lower back. “I can’t say that I have had the pleasure.”
flynn’s grin turns all the more devilish… his teeth nipping at victor’s ear before he whispers “i never allow somebody else to have the final word. and you should know this by now.”without warning, he drives his fangs into victor’s neck again, knowing the response this shall provoke
Victor moans, one hand sliding down to cup one side of Flynn’s ass as his body reacts. A shiver runs the length of his body, the sensation settling in one area in particular as he becomes aroused again, his cock hardening with each draw Flynn consumes.
the taste of victor’s arousal permeates his blood and flynn becomes more and more aroused the more he draws from victor. ripping his teeth away, he licks the wounds closed and forces victor around, until his stomach touches the wall. slithering up behind victor, flynn grinds his hardening length against victor’s ass “mmm… i am going to enjoy this a great deal as well. i would ask how fucking tight you are, but perhaps i shall… see for myself… what do you think?”
Palms flat against the wall, Victor pants, once, with antipation. Then a wicked grin spreads and he presses himself back against Flynn “Just try not to cum too quickly. I want the full experience of being fucked by you.”
flynn growls, lining his cock up with victor’s opening and beginning to surge forward. in one brutal thrust, he enters most of the way, and withdrawing, sinks himself completely in victor, groaning from the feel of the entry and then smirking “… i think you shall be the one fighting to cum…” withdrawing again, he thrusts forward even harder, then rests a hand on victor’s hip, his fingernails digging into his skin while he begins taking victor in a fast, harsh, animalistic sort of way. his other hand comes to rest on top of one of victor’s hands and he only increases the tempo, grinning devilishly “… one advantage to the fairer sex…” he murmurs “… you are fucking tight and it is delicious…”
Victor groans at the entry, shivers and calls out, “fuck…” when he feels the hand on his hip holding him in place for the way Flynn takes him hard and fast, without apology, from the moment he starts thrusting, but it’s the hand over his, adding that extra hold, that cause his eyes to snap up and stare at that one bit of Flynn he can see even as his body experiences a far more graphic evidence of Flynn’s presence. His eyes roll back at one particularly harsh thrust and he moans, shoving his hips back into Flynn with each subsequent surge, encouraging, even as he claws at his hold on his rapidly building climax. Cock hard, aching, he focuses on the feel of Flynn inside of him. “…oh fuck…yes…more…”
flynn grunts, the scent of their mutual arousal wrapping around them tight like tendrils, and he moans despite himself as he gets wrapped up in the experience. the hands clutching onto victor in different manners tighten their hold all the more as he continues thrusting with reckless abandon. a sharper moan spills past his lips and the hand on victor’s hip shifts to his abdomen, before brushing against victor’s length. feeling the hard cock, flynn answers the subliminal dare to wrap his fingers around victor’s length and stroke in time with the harsh surges away and forward until flynn can barely hold on. he buries himself against victor, hips moving sharp and quick, and finally groans as he feels climax nipping at his heels
“Oh gods yes …” Victor moans loudly when Flynn’s hand finds his cock. The added sensation is pure bliss but rapidly crumbles his control. Shoving back against Flynn’s increasingly sharp thrusts, Victor’s fingers curl and dig into the wall as every muscle in his body snaps taut and he knows he can’t hold on any longer. He calls out without being able to stop himself, “…fuck…yes…Flynn…” each word timed with the next three thrusts as his length swell’s in Flynn’s grasp and finally spills, cum pulsing out in ropes timed to Flynn’s strokes and climax pulls him under
“… oh fuck…” the force of victor’s climax causes him to tense just enough for flynn to lose his slacking hold on restraint. he calls out once, then cums inside victor, continuing to pound with each pulse which rips through him. the orgasm seems to last interminable moments, until finally a final shiver runs up flynn’s spine and he stops moving, remaining pressed against victor, still inside him. he groans once and murmurs…“holy fucking hell.” … before resting his forehead on victor’s shoulder and attempting to wade back into coherence
Victor’s limbs shiver from the force of the orgasm and he indulges in a deep steadying breath that only marginally helps clear the haze. “I think…I can unequivocally say that I rather enjoy dancing with the devil.”
flynn grins in a wicked manner and withdraws from victor slowly. but he stays close, lifting his lips to whisper in his ear “… the devil has quite enjoyed this dance…”
Victor shivers, turns his head to look at Flynn, and then pushes away from the wall enough to fully turn around, hand catching the side of Flynn’s neck and pulling him in for a lingering, harsh, kiss. “And the devil is more than welcome on my dance card.”
flynn returns the kiss, just as harshly and intense, allowing it to linger for a few moments, tongue slipping past victor’s parted lips and dancing with his before finally slipping out again. flynn grins in a slow, wicked manner “be careful of issuing such invitations. devils often take advantage of them.”
Victor chuckles, then looks at Flynn a little more deliberately “So this wasn’t just a fluke of today?” His eyes flick up and down as he grins “Granted that felt like much more than a fluke.”
flynn huffs a chuckle “you had me curious. curious enough i thought to see how far you could be pushed. i shall admit that.” he perks an eyebrow “i was willing to stand the risk of enjoying it myself. i confess there has always been a part of me somewhat intrigued by what the seer sees in you”
Victor looks genuinely surprised, but recovers and chuckles. “I honestly thought you were toying with me, even the moment that I first kissed you. I half expected you to simply shove me away and gloat you’d gotten me to take that leap.”
flynn grins “cannot blame you for thinking that. i have not given you many indications elsewise that i would have allowed anything more.” he looks at victor steadily “i allowed the seer to merge our personalities. why did i allow that, victor?”
Victor’s eyes lock with Flynn’s “I assumed it had more positives than negatives in whatever scale you weighed the options on.”
flynn smirks. he glances down along victor’s body, then looks back into his eyes“yes… more positives than negatives.” the smirk fades enough for him to look at victor more deliberately “everyone else wanted me dead or exploited. you wanted us mended. do not think i have forgotten that.”
Victor issues a soft, half smile “You were always meant to be one being.” the smile widens but remains soft “And I have not forgotten that in some manner you trusted me to look after you both once you were whole.”
flynn nods once “i did. therein lies the answer to the question, does it not? why did i allow it?” he smirks “and you did show me quite a hell of a time to send me off, i must confess.”
Victor grins “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself. It was quite the party to watch.” He eyes Flynn a little more deliberately “Still, I knew you trusted me, even if it may have been begrudging at times. This, though,” he glances around at the strewn clothing, then up the length of Flynn’s body “Was still unexpected.”
flynn smirks “i am glad you enjoyed yourself. i do pride myself in being… unexpected.”pulling victor close, he places a deep, intense kiss on victor’s lips and slowly pulls away“consider it an assassin’s ego.”
Victor kisses him back, arms tight around him and the kiss just as intense. He pulls away, nipping at Flynn’s lip, and smirks. “Glad to see the ego is still intact. I don’t think I would recognize you without it.”
flynn huffs a chuckle “devils do not change their ways either readily or easily, as i am certain you know.” he nips back “i do not allow many concessions, especially as far as the boy sc… apologies… the seer is concerned, but i must say if he had to lead us down this path, at least he directed us toward capable hands.” he grins “of course, you know, i would have settled for nothing less.”
Victor grins, his expression slightly coy “And is that why you observed some of our intimate sessions, or was it only the ones where we happened to be hunting, first.”
flynn inhales deep and shakes his head, grinning like the devil “i did mention being curious, did i not?” he perks an eyebrow, still grinning “i believe i recall one hunt in particular where he almost laid you out like a buffet. we had our first ‘chat’ about you there.”
Victor nods, chuckles “He told me well after the fact, though not in detail.” He grins broadly “I think he was far too worried what I would think of him for the mere fact that you existed.”
flynn scoffs “was fucking afraid of his own shadow for so many years. why do you think i only laid in the periphery and taunted? had no bloody reason to wish to switch places. he had carved out quite a hole of dispondancy for himself.” he shrugs “not that i can blame him for being afraid of what i might do. i am an agent of chaos away from his influence. ah, but that chat…” his grin broadens in a wicked manner “… oh i knew i was in trouble then.”
Victor laughs, grinning back at him “It was rather momentous. And for all the warnings Peter and Robin both gave, I can safely assure you that it did not come close to summing you up.”
flynn hums “oh really?” perks an eyebrow “more than could be expected, was i?”
Chuckles. “More so the rather perpetual attitude that accompanied your presence.” Victor grins “You also have to remember I was used to Peter, and could not properly grasp the entirity of the differences between the two of you until I actually met you.”
“ah.” flynn nods, glancing away “he once referred to us as the yin and the yang and that is somewhat fitting.” he looks back at you “two opposing parts interconnected. i am the unapologetic sinner to his saint.”
Victor chuckles, nods “I was very relieved for his sake when he began seeing that there were certain things that were not worth apologizing for.”
flynn nods “granted, i know my form of debauchery proved to be a bit more than he could stomach, still that is one of the other reasons i permitted the merger to take place.” flynn perks an eyebrow, grinning “tell me, though, that we still have those moments of wickedness. i would hardly be satisfied knowing i have become completely reformed.”
Victor grins wickedly “One of the first nights after the merge, he tucked a blade into his attire and used it to taunt his victim and to open a gash in their throat to feed. The occasions are not numerous, but you still very much has those moments.”
flynn hums, a broad grin creeping across his face “splendid. i did so worry about that. part of the reason why i made him fight for the merger even after i had agreed to it.” flynn’s grin turns devious “i wanted to assert there would always be a part of me which lingered.”
Victor shivers, then grins coyly “As much as you made him fight for it, you were definitely what was on the surface after the merge took place.” The grin shifts into a smirk “I did wonder somewhat at the fact that it had seemingly no impact on his sentiments in regard to me, but was more than happy not to question it after seeing it in practice.”
flynn huffs a chuckle “so perhaps i have had my taste of you before now. i trust i equally approved?”
Victor grins “I certainly received no complaints.” Eyes him up and down in a deliberate manner. “In fact, that evening he had a blade on him, I couldn’t resist experimenting a bit myself.”
flynn shivers “ah, a blade. a man after my own black heart.” he smirks and nips at your lips “a pity i do not have a blade on me now. i would be tempted to request a demonstration.”
Victor laughs, then raises an eyebrow “If you did have a blade on you now, I would question how it went unnoticed considering I’ve been acquianted with nearly every inch of you over the course of the last few hours.” nips back at his lips, then kisses him firmly before pulling away with a grin. “But I’ll remember for next time.”
flynn shivers and kisses victor back, a long, decadent kiss which ends with flynn biting victor’s lower lip before he pulls away “asking me out on a date, are you? i am flattered.” smirks
Hums, chuckles, then looks into Flynn’s eyes “You asked me earlier why I wanted you.”he smirks, but then turns more deliberate “You do have a natural draw that I find enticing, but honestly I can control myself well enough that it was not much of a bother.” he raises an eyebrow “Would you like to know the real reason it took me so long to attempt to unwind from even the mere possibility?”
flynn nods and perks an eyebrow “yes, I must confess, now you have me rather intrigued.”
Victor eyes him steadily “Did you ever wonder if I considered myself a hypocrite telling Peter that I loved every part of him?”
flynn furrows his brow in thought and sighs “i know you and i have always been at odds, as much by choice on my part as whatever rivalry it seemed developed between us. however, i have always assumed you found me palatable in my current state of being. that is to say… merged with the seer.” he looks back at you curiously “was i wrong?”
raises an eyebrow “No, I’m very happy that you and Peter are one being, because I always felt that that was how things were meant to be.” he falls quiet, then places a hand on Flynn’s chest, looking at it for a moment before raising his eyes back to Flynn’s “But you were a part of him, a corner of him, that I never touched directly. I harbor no regrets over that, because as you said we did establish ourselves as rivals of a sort. At the very least there was no hope of us being intimate, so I shut it from my mind.” His gaze turns soft. “But that is why the possibility of it got undert my skin.”
“ah.” flynn nods, grinning. he slides one hand around to your back and considers you with an even look “so, me being a part you could never touch, you dismissed the chance and evoking even the thought of it raised your ire.” the corner of his mouth curls upward “i see. and now that you have had your chance?”
Victor searches his eyes, taking a deep breath “Not precisely ire, though I’m at a loss for a better term. Now, though…” He chuckles “Now I am somewhat operating in the surreal. I never thought it would happen, you and I. But since it has…” He focus’s on Flynns lips, hands brushing downwards over Flynn’s back. “I’m not entirely certain what response is best, other than this.” Presses his lips to Flynn’s in a searing kiss.
flynn clutches hold of victor and meets his kiss measure for measure, sinking deep into the embrace and drowning in it. returning it with all its fire and intensity, he pulls victor against his body and continues kissing, until his lips raise and he smirks in a devilish manner, nearly breathless with longing “you do know how to speak my language, i must say.” his grin turns wicked “but you only seem to know how to fuck standing up.”
Victor laughs, kisses him again in a more taunting manner as his hands run down Flynn’s sides, gripping around his hips with his thumbs teasing inward. “Shall we attempt something more horizontal then.” He shoves Flynn backward until his back connects with the door to the bedroom. Nipping the side of his throat as he reaches for the handle, opening the door sends them spilling inside, lips connecting even as they catch themselves and Victor gives Flynn a decisive shove towards the bed, following close.
flynn licks his fangs, grinning, as he stumbles backward toward the bed. grabbing hold of victor, he shoves their bodies together, lips and tongues tangling together while flynn pulls victor onto the bed with him. the moment flynn’s back hits the mattress, he rolls on top of victor and begins kissing down his neck, fangs scratching against skin “ah, so there is a bed in this place.” he grinds decisively against victor “please tell me you know how to use it properly.” his grin turns devious as he licks up victor’s neck
Victor shivers, back arching and hips thrusting into the air. “It’s well broken in, I promise you.” He grins wickedly. “Though I never object to a thorough testing.” Arms wrapped around Flynn, one hand grips his hair and pulls him in for another decadent kiss, tongues sliding against each other the same as their bodies and blood spilling freely from sharp cuts
flynn growls at the taste of blood, kissing victor back just as feverishly, and rolling them to their sides. hooking a leg around victor, he keeps their bodies pinned tightly together, fangs cutting into lips and tongues and a small trickle running down the corner of flynn’s mouth. he shoves hard against victor, pulling away from the kiss, his eyes dark with lust and need “i have a hard time believing this bed has been as broken in as it is about to be.”
Victor’s gaze is half lidded as his hands grope greedily over Flynn’s bare skin, sliding up the thigh hooked around him and around to Flynn’s ass, shoving back against him. “I’ll let you know when we’re done.” Kissing Flynn again, licking up the lingering tastes of blood even as new scratches are inflicted, Victor’s other hand reaches beneath one of the pillows and locates the object hidden there. Flicking off the sheath as he deepens the kiss, he grasps the hilt firmly and rolls on top of Flynn, straddling him, balancing some of his weight on his free hand as his other raises the bare blade into sight and a wicked grin spreads on his lips as he looks down at Flynn. “I did say next time.” Pressing the flat of the blade against Flynn’s shoulder, Victor twists it just enough that the razor edge slices a superficial wound.
flynn hisses when he sees the blade for the first time and his back arches the moment it touches his shoulder. eyes half-lidded, the lust in his eyes nearly turns palpable as he regards victor “mmm… you have had some practice with the blade, i see.”reaching up, he clasps victor’s wrist in his hand and licks his fangs as he directs the blade downward, dragging into his own body with the sharpened edge, but with his eyes never leaving victor “seeing red yet? or should we keep going down to my hip?”
Victor growls, eyes fixed on Flynn’s fangs and the motion of his tongue. His grip shifts on the hilt of the knife and he drags it further downwards, cutting down Flynn’s chest, stopping near level with his nipple. Grinning wickedly, he leans down and licks up the wound, but only after slicing his tongue on the blade to taste their mixed blood and so Flynn can scent that Victor is just as aroused as he is.
flynn arches his back again, his free hand motioning to grip onto victor, nails digging into his arm. he laughs, looking at victor with the same darkened look of lust, waiting for victor’s eyes to be level with his again before he growls. this growl comes out as a very slow, low, sensual sound, though and as he touches victor’s wrist again, he raises it (with the knife still in victor’s grip) toward victor’s neck. the glint in his eyes turns mischievous, his grin wicked. pressing the sharpened edge against victor’s skin, he drags the blade down victor’s neck and then sits up and purses his lips over the wound. his arms wrap around victor and a steady moan punctuates him licking the wound closed
Victor shivers, his free hand digging into Flynn’s shoulder as his hips grind forward.“Fuck…” Raising the knife again, he slices more deliberately, this time the wound running from the base of Flynn’s ribs down the side of his stomach. Pushing Flynn back onto the matress, Victor slides down his body to claim the blood with his tongue. The knife dips lower as he seals the wound, slicing again even further south than Victor’s current position. He slides down further, licking over the parted skin, sparing one devilish glance up at Flynn as he presses the knife flat against his abdomen.
flynn groans, his hips undulating despite himself until he raises his head to see what victor is doing. his already hard cock jumps and he chuckles, heady amounts of desire flashing through him, wafting through the air in his blood “are you going to fuck me with the knife or do i have the pleasure of your mouth?” he hums, raising a leg to press victor’s body against his “or do you intend to bleed me dry? i must warn you, though…” his eyes flick further down before raising to meet victor’s “i have been known to take what i want when it is not given to me.”
Victor hums, a devilish glint in his eyes “I intend to give you many things, Flynn. Namely at least two more climaxes.” He dips his head downward and licks up the length of Flynn’s cock, grinning after flicking his tongue across the tip to capture the bead of moisture there. “I might make you ask nicely next time, but this time I’ll settle for the sound of your voice as I make you cum.” Wrapping his lips around the head of his cock, Victor plunges slowly downward, not stopping until Flynn is deep within his throat. Victor hums again, and lifts upwards, allowing his fangs to scrape lightly as he does.
“oh fuck…” flynn’s head cranes back, his vision going blurry for a moment the first time victor’s mouth wraps around his cock. the sensation rockets up and down his spine and as he lies flat again, he looks down, seeing victor take in every inch and hum before lifting up and scratching his length with his fangs. flynn growls, perking an eyebrow, even as his own body defies him with the scents and twitches of pleasure it makes “… you wish the sound of my voice? you shall have to earn it…” he licks his fangs, waiting for the next time victor descends again and then moaning, his eyes rolling back, as he watches his cock disappear down victor’s throat
Victor would be smirking if he could, but he keeps his attention on his task. Keeping a slow, teasing pace and a nearly constant deep-throated hum, close to a growl, his eyes lift to look at Flynn as Victor brings his hand between Flynn’s legs and begins rolling his balls gently in his palm.
flynn groans, his mouth hanging open at both the feel of victor’s mouth and the hand which starts fondling his balls. one of his hands touches victor’s head, fingers threating in victor’s short hair as flynn thrusts upward once while victor is on a path of descent “oh yes…” he murmurs “yes… that is… perfect. fuck yes… more…” his hips rock despite himself, his jaw clenching as he begins to lose himself in the sensation
Victor shivers, sucking hard on Flynn’s cock the next time his mouth engulfs it completely. He then lets the rocking of Flynn’s hips tell him the pace, plunging up and down more steadily, not relenting, waiting eagerly for it to be too much for Flynn to hold back. Victor tugs gently at Flynn’s balls, adding to the sensations as his tongue flicks over every inch of the cock in his mouth.
flynn growls and hisses, fangs still down and tongue flicking over them again while his head arches back. a deep hum rumbles in the back of his throat as his hips keep rocking and the next time victor sucks on his cock, flynn shivers and moans loudly. it does not take long for the sensations to begin overwhelming him, each rise and fall of victor’s mouth conspiring with victor’s hand to drive flynn to the point of oblivion. his hips start rocking more urgently “… oh fuck… fuck yes… yes… victor…” he hisses again just before his cock swells and within moments, the steady sounds of moans and growls punctuate the climax which takes hold. head thrown back, flynn cums, hips still rocking and voice still calling out guttural noises
Victor’s lips seal over Flynn’s cock, sucking him in and swallowing back everything he has to offer. When Flynn’s hips finally cease rocking, Victor allows his fangs to scrape along his length as he releases it from his mouth. Deliberately licking the remaining taste from his lips, Victor grins in a slow wicked manner as he slides himself up the length of Flynn’s body, hands groping along the way. “You said my name.” He kisses the side of Flynn’s throat.
flynn shivers and nods, hands touching victor’s body as his eyes remain shut, the aftershocks of one climax still rippling through him “yes…” he murmurs distantly “i did…”growling, he opens his eyes and places one hand behind victor’s neck. pulling him close, his lips meet victor’s in a deep, indulgent kiss before slowly pulling away. flynn tugs on victor’s bottom lip with his teeth as he releases it “… must give credit where credit is due, that is one rather talented mouth…”
Victor presses himself against Flynn, grinning. “I’m glad you approve.” Kissing him back, arms tight around him, Victor can’t help rocking his hips in search of friction.
flynn groans into the kiss, rocking against victor in return. the hand splayed on victor’s back slides slowly, teasingly, down to victor’s ass and thrusts their bodies together harshly as flynn nips at victor’s lips with reckless abandon. the kiss turns wild and searching. flynn rolls on top of victor and eyes him in a wicked manner as he straddles victor and continues making eye contact. his eyes do not budge the entire time while he reaches between them and strokes victor’s length. perking an eyebrow at victor, flynn positions himself over victor’s cock and leans close to whisper in victor’s ear “make it hurt. you want to fuck me, then fuck me without apology.” with that he lifts up and presses the tip of victor’s cock against his opening. slowly, he lowers on top of the tip. but he stops when the head of victor’s cock disappears inside him “more?” he grins in a devilish manner
Victor swallows hard, trying to remain still and resist his intitial response of “gods, fuck yes, more…” He stares into Flynn’s eyes and mirror’s his grin after another second.“More.” Grabbing Flynn’s hips, Victor shoves them downward as he thrusts his hips high, impaling Flynn on his cock as it buries completely inside him.
flynn hisses and growls with pleasure… his eyes half-lidded the next time he regards victor. his tongue licks his fangs again as he nods “yes… much, much better…”slowly raising up, he smirks in a devilish way again and then forces downward in a quick, harsh manner “more?”
Victor growls, and pushes himself to sitting. “Much more.” One hand goes to Flynn’s upper back, hand resting on the bas of his neck as Victor kisses him harshly, tongue shoving past his lips and slicing along his fangs. His other arm wraps around Flynn’s waist and holds them tight together as Victor rolls to the side, positioning Flynn underneath him. The kiss breaks and Victor grins wickedly as he withdraws from Flynn and shoves roughly forward. “More?”
flynn growls, looking at victor with the wicked grin still firmly affixed on his face“you want it, then take it…” arms wrapping around victor, he sits up and licks up victor’s neck and whispers in his ear “… we shall see how much you can hold back when i do this…”his fangs drive into victor’s neck and he swallows down one lusty gulp of victor’s blood and then licks the wounds closed
Victors hands bunch in the sheets and he thrusts pointedly, beyond his control.“Fuck…” He shivers, withdrawing again and then surging forward. “Fuck,” he repeats, this one softer, nearly a surrender, than the other. Kissing the side of Flynn’s throat, Victor begins a rhythm of thrusts, slow withdrawls and pointed entries that steadily give way to a much more primal, nearly frantic coupling, his cock slamming deep inside Flynn’s body with every movement. “…fuck…yes…Flynn…gods, yes…”
flynn grits his teeth, meeting victor’s thrusts with a wild look in his eyes. the manic coupling sends shivers up his spine and he grins even as each thrust threatens to send him into oblivion. his nails dig into victor, his body moving frantically to meet the primal way victor takes him “make me scream your name again.” his legs wrap around victor, forcing him as deep inside him as victor can go, his hips and back not relenting in their task to drive victor out of his mind
Victor’s eyes roll back, and his arms slide around Flynn, clutching him firmly as they both fight to work each other into a frenzy. Groaning, Victor feels his control starting to slip as his cock swells. Holding back, desperate, his thrusts sharp and pointed, Victor plunges his fangs into Flynn’s throat and he drinks deeply. The flavor of his blood throws him over the edge, and his next thrust home is acompanied by the first pulse of his orgasm. Fighting not to moan and not even relenting on his draw from Flynn’s neck, Victor’s thrusts become even harsher through the throes of climax.
flynn’s hands tighten around victor. he calls out… “… yes… victor… fuck…” feeling victor swell inside him and release, flynn is unable to hold back himself and a blinding orgasm ripples through him, his cock shooting cum. through each pointed thrust, the pulses of climax only seem to escalate until flynn’s eyes roll back and he completely loses himself in the haze. it takes interminable moments for flynn to manage more than grunts and moans, but victor’s name slips past his lips once more as he starts to descend from the high. his hands and legs remain wrapped around victor, even when the aftershocks start to wane
Victor lazily licks at the wound he inflicted, his hips still rocking gently against Flynn until one final shiver passes over him from head to foot. Arms still around him presed close, and still inside him, Victor kisses him in a deep, harsh, manner. When he pulls away, his words sound nearly breathless. “Holy fuck.”
flynn nods, a shiver running up his spine. kissing victor back, he allows their lips to continue caressing for interminable moments, then pulls away, the corner of his mouth curled upward “there was nothing holy about that fuck, although i think we made the demons scream as we shook hell.”
Victor hums in approval, smirking as his hands roam over Flynn’s body, still not parting from him completely “Perhaps we managed to make a few angels fall while we were at it.”
flynn grins in a wicked manner, kissing victor again “i think i can abide by that thought. good thing they did not land in the bed, i might have had to shoo them away.” his hands trail up victor’s back
Victor chuckles, eyeing Flynn with a half-lidded gaze “It would have taken an act of a much greater being than a mere fallen angel to interrupt my dance with the devil.” He leans close and nips at the side of Flynn’s throat. “I’ve waiting far too long for this.”
flynn nods, his eyes shutting as he continues holding onto victor “had i known, i might not have kept you waiting for so long.” he grins “you have definitely earned high marks for making up for lost time, though.”
Victor grins, nuzzling the point where Flynn’s neck meets his shoulder. He kisses it softly, finally allowing himself to slip from Flynn’s body but not apt to go far, still holding him close. “I’ll look forward to the annual review for once.”
flynn hums “i might need further examination before turning in my final report.” one of his hands raises to touch victor’s chin. tilting his head upward, flynn presses his lips to victor’s and indulges in a deep, probing kiss, his tongue slipping into victor’s mouth and cutting across victor’s fangs. slowly, it withdraws. his eyes open to look at victor “so… is this what it is like to be the seer?”
Victor looks at him steadily, raises an eyebrow. “In a way, I suppose.” His gaze turns searching. “I am enjoying this. Are you?”
flynn grins broadly “if i was not, then you would assuredly know.” his lips meet victor’s again. finally he whispers “yes… i am quite enjoying this. such is why i asked.”
Victor kisses him back firmly, whispers as he pulls away. “This is for you, Flynn. Me being here.”
flynn kisses victor back in the same manner. rolling on top of victor, he places a kiss on victor’s neck, then one closer to his ear and nods “if you wonder if i believe you are thinking about anybody else right now… i know you are not.”
Victor nods, sliding his hands up along Flynn’s back. “Good.” He smiles softly, studying the man on top of him. “I keep expecting to wake up from a dream.”
flynn lifts enough to look at victor, his face hovering over victor’s “what makes you say that?” he asks, speaking softly
Victor takes a deep breath, chuckles “Sometimes lately I don’t know when or where I am. So many things swirling around.” His eyes close briefly, then open again “That’s all.”
flynn raises an eyebrow, leaning close to kiss victor “what things are swirling around?”
Victor kisses him back, rolling them to their sides, threading their legs together, so he can look at Flynn a little more easily. He props up somewhat on his elbow. “Things moving forward, moving backward. Wanting to be in one place some days, somewhere else the next, but always trying to orient to the present. It’s not always easy, this world we exist in.”
flynn nods, swallowing hard as he peers at victor “if i share a secret, would you promise not to be vexed with me?” he perks an eyebrow “it should be telling, me caring whether or not you are.”
Victor raises an eyebow, his eyes searching again “I understand that. And I’m listening.”
flynn considers his words carefully, then nods “have you ever tumbled into a dream and not known whether or not you would wake from it? found yourself guessing between whether the dream was the myth or reality was?” his hand lifts tentatively and settles on victor’s arm. his gaze strays to his fingertips “this is where i have been. with a… rather beautiful companion, i might add, but… not here.” his eyes flick up to meet victor’s “but then you were speaking of me. and although i know i am not supposed to, i wanted to hazard one peek – one slight indulgence – to see why my name would still be on your lips after all this time.”
Victor draws in an unsteady breath, eyes blinking rapidly, until he forces them shut. A thousand responses filter through his mind but he has trouble settling on one. “Did you think you would be so easily forgotten?” He opens his eyes again.
flynn studies the reactions and perks an eyebrow “i did not know what to think, truth be known. i do not say as such to be cutting, merely to be truthful.”
Victor smiles, sighs “Before the merge, after Peter told me you’d agreed to it…” He looks away, then back. “So many things I couldn’t tell Peter, because I didn’t want to give any cause to keeping the rift open. I don’t even know if it would have made a difference to him, but I didn’t want to risk it.” He looks back at Flynn “I never begrudged you being there, you know. Merger or not, it wouldn’t have changed how I felt. And I wondered, briefly, if I was losing the chance to something.” He smiles wanly “But how could I say that to him?”
flynn studies victor for a few moments, then nods “i was jealous of him, you know. picked so many bloody fights with you because i sensed myself slipping away and you were the easiest person to blame. the seer reconnecting with his vampirism. embracing it. oh, i know i made his life hell, but as our fist fight with one another revealed… it was all i had. i thought it best to salute the cosmos and ‘ride off into the sunset’ as the mortals are oft to say.” he would glance away, then look back at you “i had no reason to stay. was gifted my last great battle, which i thank you for, and considered that my parting consolation. it did not change the fact that i was jealous of him, though.”
Victor smiles wanly. “He was getting everything he could have dreamed of.” He sighs, chuckles. “That battle, when everything was said and done and I stole a moment to kiss him before we had to disppear…” A half smile forms. “I thought that was you I was kissing. I didn’t realize he’d formed a temproary merge, until he said something afterwards. Knocked me pretty soundly for a loop, but there was too much going on around us for him to notice it.”
flynn perks an eyebrow “that kiss was meant for me?”
Victor hums, nods “Yes it was. Something I’ll probably never tell him, either.”
flynn studies victor, then raises his hand to the back of victor’s neck. pulling him close, he kisses victor in a deep, meaningful manner, persisting in the embrace for interminable moments until he finally pulls away a slight bit. but he does not stray far “i wish i would have known. i do not know what it might have changed, but…” he opens his eyes to look at you again
Victor takes a deep breath, smiles. “I know. I had to assume I’d missed my chance, or that there was no chance at all. And I kept my silence once the merge was decided.” Drawing Flynn close, Victor kisses him again, a series of short, harsh embraces that roll into one, lingering, meaningful kiss.
flynn holds onto victor throughout the embrace, pressing his lips forcefully against victor’s and continuing to do so for what seems to be interminable moments. as his lips lift, he nods and whispers “am i permitted to visit on occasion? i promise not to disrupt his life, i mean simply…” he looks at you “… to see you. i confess i am rather astonished at myself for feeling as i do right now, knowing these things, yet i cannot help but to ask.”
Victor smiles warmly, kisses him again. “I would like that.” Another kiss, this one a lingering one, until Victor slowly pulls away and chuckles “Which now begs the question of what I might need to tell him.” His eyes connect with Flynn’s, silences stretching for a long moment. “I’m glad you gave into curiosity.”
flynn nods, the corner of his mouth curling in a devious manner “you must confess, i am certain it has been rather mundane without my presence.” he permits himself a wink
Victor laughs, hands running along Flynn’s sides and pulling them close together again, lips hovering, just barely brushing as he speaks. “Best not to let us forget you then.”He winks back, deliberate, then gives in to another deep kiss.
flynn kisses victor back, hands clutching onto victor and lips caressing lips for a few moments before he pulls away slowly. his eyes remain shut “… i deride mortals for the sorts of sentiments i am experiencing right now. emotions are such confusing and contradictory phenomena.” his lids lift slowly. he stares into victor’s eyes “thank you for not forgetting about me.”
Victor nods, his eyes not leaving Flynn’s. Words burn on the tip of his tongue, but he settles for responding with just one. “Never.” He motions forward for a kiss, hesitates, but then whispers. “All of me loves all of you. I’ve always meant that.” He grins. “And I’ve a little while longer to get used to emotions, and they’re still confusing as hell.” Kissing Flynn again, Victor doesn’t care about hearing anything in return, and expects not to. But he had to say it once, since today seemed to be the day for making up for lost chances.
flynn clenches his eyes shut, kissing victor back for all he is worth and tightening his hold on victor. as his lips lift from victor’s, he swallows hard and opens his eyes to regard him. he motions to speak, pauses and then nods and says… “my companion… in the dreams. i never have chance to speak the words to her because they would only confuse her. quite like me in that manner, i suppose.” he shakes his head “i wonder if i invented her to make up for some void i did not know i had. as i said, i cannot be certain precisely what is a dream and what is reality.” he shuts his eyes once, then opens them again and looks at victor “and i love you as well.” he perks an eyebrow “though i suspect this shall not stop me from giving you a hard time about it.” he grins
Victor matches his grin, then laughs, the sound one of both amusement and happiness. “I accept a hard time as part and parcel of being around you, Flynn. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
flynn’s smile turns devilish “good, because i dare say i could be no other way.” he breathes in deep and chuckles “my word. i did not quite expect this when i hazarded out to sate my curiosity.”
Victor chuckles, nods “Neither did I. I didn’t honestly believe it was happening until I felt your fangs in my throat.” His eyes glint mischieviously. “That’s when I knew I was completely in trouble.”
flynn smirks “i might have watched a few times with somewhat rapt attention as to what precisely that does to you.” his grin broadens “although, i do confess, when we got into that scuffle, that was not quite what i was intending. still, i recall a very quick flicker of lust before i pulled away.” his eyes glint with deviousness
Victor nips at his lip, grinning “It’s a fair tactic. I lost my head for a moment and bit you in return without conscious thought.” think back “The moments from there were a haze for a little while, but I remember you kicking me off and I regained most of my senses.”
flynn nods, and perks an eyebrow, still grinning “yes, we came to our feet and at some point thereafter is when the more pointed blows were exchanged.” he tilts his head upward and chuckles “when one is an assassin, they are trained for hand-to-hand combat, but i had never quite had to face one older and stronger than i without so much as a knife.”
Victor nods slowly, a light smirk on his lips “You lose your advantage when you go head to head with another vampire who has a few tricks up their sleeve.” He grins. “I was always careful, never discussing precisely my own strengths and weakness with Peter because I always knew you were lurking.”
flynn hums “clever. calculating.” he grins “i approve.”
Victor grins. “You made life interesting.” He winks.
flynn’s smile turns wicked “i knew it. mundane without my presence. how do you all fill the time?”
Victor hums. “Feeding. Fucking. Quite a lot of fucking actually.” His expression softens.“And I turned John.” He chuckles. “Separate thought.”
flynn smirks “is it a separate thought?” he chuckles, nods “feeding and fucking. quite a party i have missed out on.” his eyes flick away, then return to you “and john. the young man requested to be turned?”
Victor smiles and nods. “He did. For many reasons, and accepting what he would become. He is faring well thus far, though he’s only been awake for little more than a week.”
“oh my. a neophyte.” flynn considers this “a pity i could not see this. but i am glad he is acclimating well.” he pauses, glancing away for a moment “he remembers everything, right? and has not had any difficulties?”
Victor nods “He remembers, and no difficulties as yet. We’re somewhat on the lookout for how his powers will come into play, if at all, since he was already a seer before he was turned. We ensured he had a few swallows directly from Peter’s wrist, to ward off the chance that my blood would strip his powers.”
flynn hums “ah, so he has already discovered his abilities. yes, then this shall not be quite as jarring for him. or, i imagine not as pointedly as it might have been otherwise. i yet recall the first person whose mind i could read.” he grins, looking back at you “i knew far too much about that woman by the time all was said and done.” as he considers what you said, his smile softens marginally “he is mostly yours then, but there is a sliver of me as well?”
Victor’s eyebrow partially raises, but lowers as he smiles softly and nods “Yes. More than a sliver, most likely. We knew my blood was rather mixed as it is, but it seemed fitting in more ways than one to add more directly to the mix.” Victor grins. “We’re somewhat waiting to see which bloodline he takes after more, though we’ve already witnessed he has the speed of mine.”
flynn nods “all the better he should take after yours, then. your strength and speed are assets. all the better for the hunt.” he smirks “i quite see why i was not considered much of a role model for the children. i am quite adept at teaching one to kill, but not much else.”
Victor chuckles. “Something that is somewhat under appreciated for us being a family of vampires. Lydia is still a mystery to me, seeming as human as she is while being a fairly settled vampiress.”
flynn grins in something of a devilish manner “as much as i had hoped she would be more settled by now, it is a comfort to know not too much changes.” he would raise the hand with the wedding band and perk an eyebrow, still grinning “… and yet, the surprises add a bit of variety to the experience.”
Victor grins back. “Someone mentioned the other day that since Peter had merged his personalities, I had married you, too. I had to explain that the thought had already occurred to me.”
he nods, still grinning “well… i wish i could recall it, then. i never quite knew i would ever be a married man. still, i cannot argue with the seer’s choice.” he leans close and kisses him
Kisses him back, surprised again, pleased, and pulls him close as the embrace lingers until Victor finally pulls away. “You… have made this quite the day to remember, Flynn.” Victor grins. “And I look forward to repeats.”
