delilahs_reaper | [Forward-dated to Grab Bag virus] [RL with Radu]

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[Forward-dated to Grab Bag virus] [RL with Radu]

Considering that the members of Delilah weren't exactly strict day-dwellers, he was surprised he hadn't gotten caught yet. Not that most would care, but Cassian certainly hadn't said anything, nor had the Cardmaster smugly asked what activities Jezebel might be up to every evening exactly at sunset. He wasn't sure his good fortune could last forever, but he was grateful it had held out as long as it had.

The room where Radu was attached by a staircase to Jezebel's laboratory at Delilah; he'd previously used it for storage but had cleared it out to make room for him. No one seemed to question why he was spending so much time at Delilah's headquarters when he'd had a separate hideout for keeping Meridiana, thankfully.

After locking the door to the laboratory and checking to see that no one else was there, he descended the stairs with a lantern in hand. "Radu?" he asked in a low voice.

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Radu sprawled over the human bonelessly, his Methuselah body long-limbed and graceful. Though his body had been horrifically damaged before, there were no scars remaining from his ordeal, and his skin was smooth and flawless. He shifted so he could kiss him deeply, pressing close and cradling his body between Jezebel's parted legs.

His own hands grew more busy, sliding up under the other man's shirt in turn and rubbing over a nipple.

A moan rose from Jezebel's throat at Radu's ministrations, his nipple perking under the touch. Having his body so close, warm and sensuous, made it so very easy for him to feel the start of arousal and the need for more. Especially when his lover lay in between his legs, pressing him into the sofa cushions.

His fingernails dragged lightly over the skin of Radu's back, not too deeply, but enough for the marks to linger at least for a few minutes. There was always some possessive instinct in him that wanted to leave some mark, something that would linger on his lover's skin.

Unfortunately, Jezebel's fingernail marks healed in an instant, no matter how deeply he scored Radu's flesh. But the Methuselah shivered and moaned at the scratches, unbothered by the small pain and aroused by it instead.

He rocked forward, pinching the nipple harder, though he was cautious. His strength was such that he could easily hurt his human lover if he wasn't careful, break a limb or bruise his skin deeply.

"I miss you," Radu moaned softly, as he did nearly every day. He nuzzled closer, and spoke words he hadn't voice before, an idea he'd nursed, uncertain of its reception or its wisdom. "Do you think...perhaps you could reveal me to Delilah? That I could join? Then I could be with you."

Jezebel considered what Radu was saying; part of him liked the idea but he was also concerned. He knew Radu would handle himself well, that Delilah would be willing to accept him on the merits of his superior strength alone. What he was more concerned for was what the Cardmaster would do if he discovered Radu's relationship with himself; with the Cardmaster's love of psychological mindgames, it would be handing him something to exploit, something Jezebel was not eager to do.

"Would you tell them you were Methuselah?" he murmured, rubbing slow circle into the skin of Radu's back. "They might want to study you if you revealed yourself to be, but I'm not sure if you could hide it from them for long."

That was exactly what Radu was afraid of, and he sighed softly, tucking his head under Jezebel's chin and drawing patterns on his lover's chest in return.

"I don't think I could hide it long," he agreed. "It's hard for our kind to hide amongst humans, even if they aren't expecting us. Sooner or later someone will notice that I can't go out in sunlight, and put that together with the fangs and come to a conclusion."

He sighed. "I wouldn't want to make things even more complicated."

Jezebel lay there, thinking it over, still absentmindedly rubbing his husband's back. "If you truly want to join, I'll support you in your endeavor. Lord knows I wouldn't mind the chance to see you more and let you be free from this room," he murmured.

"But I don't know what the reaction would be if it was discovered that you were Methuselah," he said with a small sigh. "Some members are more inquisitive than they ought to be. And the Cardmaster...he is not a kind taskmaster to anyone."

Radu closed his eyes, gently dropping kisses on the underside of Jezebel's jaw. He nuzzled and kissed as Jezebel thought, distracting himself from his knowledge that after this night was over, he would return to his isolation.

"I'm not very frightened of your colleagues," Radu admitted. "They're all humans, aren't they? I doubt any of them could manage to do me any real harm, especially with you by my side."

He sighed. "But I don't want to cause friction or turn you against your friends."

Calling the other members of Delilah his friends -- that was a bizarre, discomfiting notion. But considering Radu had been staying in one single room since he'd arrived, so it wasn't as though he would know of Jezebel's distaste for many of his coworkers.

"Don't worry about that," he said. "You mean far more to me than every single person in Delilah put together. And I imagine you could take them all on yourself, as well."

Smiling a tiny bit, he said, "Perhaps I could introduce you to the Cardmaster as...I suppose a helper for my work with Meridiana? Then we would have more time together, and I would be able to help conceal that you are a Methuselah from the rest of Delilah."

His lover's words were sweet, and the Methuselah nuzzled his throat, inhaling his scent and planting a kiss. Was he really that important to him? It was a cute thing for Jezebel to say, either way.

But at his next words, Radu lifted his head, surprised hope in his eyes. "You really think that would work?"

He tried to conceal his uncertainty about the nature of Jezebel's work. He wasn't really clear on exactly what Jezebel did all day, but he was determined to do his best to help him, even if it was a bit...morally grey.

"I don't see why it couldn't," Jezebel said, the gears in his head turning, all the while enjoying Radu's affections. "If you were working with me, there would be no reason for any members of Delilah to pay attention to the fact that you would be unavailable during daylight. And I would be able to help you maintain a cover if anyone began poking around, asking questions."

He tilted his head, pressing a light kiss to his lover's lips. "What do you think?"

He grinned and kissed Jezebel back, long and deeply. Finally he'd be able to get out of this prison. He didn't care what he was going to wind up doing, if it accomplished that. And the main thing he was hiding from had never been Delilah, but the Orden. So long as he continued to stay away from the community, he'd be safe.

"It sounds prefect," he purred, then thrust his tongue into Jezebel's mouth eagerly, shifting up to straddle the human and press against him wantonly.

Jezebel returned the kiss eagerly, crushing his lips against his lover's. The more he thought about the idea of Radu working for Delilah, the more he liked it; Radu would no longer be a prisoner, and they could see each other far more freely and with much less time apart. It wold be tricky, maintaining a cover, but they could do it.

He let his hands slim towards the edge of Radu's shirt, sliding the fabric up along his torso, his fingers tracing the surface of his skin. It felt like far too long since he had glimpsed his lover's body.

Radu shifted up, kneeling with his knees on either side of Jezebel's thighs. He tossed his hair out of his face with a quick jerk of his head, then quickly unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off, tossing it aside messily.

He touched a fang with his tongue, giving Jezebel a seductive look as he ran his own hands down his stomach.

"I love you, dearest," he purred. "I'm blessed to have you in my life."

Jezebel watched hungrily, looking up at his lover and drinking in the sight of him. Lord, Radu was incredibly seductive to look at, especially with the gaze he wore as his hands ran over his body.

"I love you, too," Jezebel said breathlessly, his hands sliding up Radu's thighs and to his waist. "I can't imagine what I'd do without you."

They were words he'd honestly never expected to say to anyone truthfully before he'd met Radu. But Radu had changed everything, altered his feelings more than he ever could have anticipated.

Radu rocked against Jezebel in response to those groping hands, throwing his head back as he literally groped himself with both hands. There was no need to be modest, and he enjoyed showing off for his lover.

"I'd be dead without you," he murmured. "I owe you everything, beloved. And I'd give you anything."

Jezebel was growing aroused as he watched intently, enjoying how Radu showed off his body and the way he touched himself so freely. His hands slid under the waist of Radu's pants, his fingers slipping towards his groin.

"You don't owe me anything," he said. "I'd do anything to keep you here with me. Anything to stay with you."

Radu gave a soft, uninhibited gasp as Jezebel's fingers slid towards his more sensitive parts. His pants had grown tight as he teased himself, and he shuddered, his hips jerking a little into those questing fingers.

"Beloved," he whispered, squeezing his eyes shut. How good it felt to be wanted, to be loved, even if it were by only one person in all the universes. Even if he deserved to be hated.

He bent his head and kissed his lover fiercely, his hands tugging impatiently at Jezebel's pants.

Jezebel kissed Radu back heatedly, moaning into it, sliding his tongue into Radu's mouth and tasting him with abandon. He raised his hips slightly so that his lover could more easily remove his pants. His own hands worked to pull Radu's off, tugging them off his waist and down his thighs.

Never in the past would he have thought he could feel so intensely about someone else. At the moment, though, he craved Radu, wanted him more than he could ever really hope to quench, and loved him more than he really ever thought he could.

Radu arched up and wriggled out of his pants, then tugged Jezebel's down and pressed against him, stretching out and covering the human with his body. He kissed him deeply, his hands dropping down to Jezebel's hips and stroking with his thumbs, tantalizingly close to his groin.

He had, secretly, always wanted something like this. Not with a human, not on some other world that was strange to him... but deep down Radu had always been a romantic. He never thought he could love a human, but he threw himself wholeheartedly into this now that he did. He couldn't imagine a person more perfect for him than this man.

And his lover's desire for him stoked his own desire to a powerful flame.

Jezebel's hips pushed up against Radu's body, craving contact especially when his fingers were just so close to touching his arousal. Jezebel's hands gripped his lover's thighs, feeling the muscles of legs.

He broke the kiss only to pant, "Please," rubbing his hips against Radu's body once more before leaning in to lightly nip his ear. Jezebel ached with want for his lover, with the anticipation for more.

Radu groaned, seduced by the movements and soft plea of his lover. He shifted upwards a little, reaching between them to curl his fingers around his lover's arousal and begin to stroke.

"I couldn't deny you a thing," he murmured, his tone a little teasing as he stroked slowly, drawing out the pleasure with his talented fingers.

He bent his head, nipping lightly at a small vein at Jezebel's collarbone and sucking at the flow of blood that came forth.

A groan of pleasure rose from the back of Jezebel's throat, his head lolling back for a moment while he enjoyed Radu's hand on his arousal. His own hand slid to his lover's own groin, his fingers wrapping around it and beginning to mirror Radu's motions, pumping him eagerly. It wouldn't be fair not to return the favor when Radu was being so seductive.

Feeling Radu's teeth on his collarbone and the blood being drunk from him, Jezebel let his head fall back, letting Radu drink as much as he wished. He never minded when Radu indulged in his blood, especially when his lover seemed to enjoy it so.

Radu moaned as Jezebel's fingers found him and began to stroke. He rolled his hips forward a little, craving the friction, and the pace of his own hand sped up.

There had been a time when he would have considered drinking directly from a human's body to be beneath him. Barbaric. Then there had been a time when he did it out of hatred, out of cruelty, and to frighten other humans. Now he seemed to have developed a taste for it, like a wild animal given a taste of human blood.

There was something intimate about it, and the taste was heady. He didn't think he'd attack any other human, but Jezebel's blood was divine on his tongue.

Jezebel's hand moved at a quicker pace, trying to match Radu's rhythm. The way Radu stroked him made his hips push against his hand, eager for more contact, knowing that he couldn't hold out for very much longer.

With a sharp cry, Jezebel climaxed, his hand still stroking Radu as he spilled onto his fingers.

Radu groaned out as Jezebel's hand sped up, his hips working eagerly. He followed his lover over the edge a moment after him, lifting his head from the bleeding puncture and shuddering with a loud cry, his body spasming and releasing in the grip of the orgasm.

Slowly he relaxed, catching his breath and licking the blood from the corners of his mouth as the climax ebbed. He bent and kissed Jezebel deeply, his lips still carrying a hint of copper.

"I love you," he murmured against Jezebel's lips.

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