Alexios

  Year 55

  The Harbor’s Prawn.

  Gods, I haven’t been to this tavern since… Pyotr. It’s just as comfortable as it was then too, with its ever-warming atmosphere and gentle conversations from the other patrons. Almost as if the death of Pyotr didn’t even happen. Marquis sits beside me at our table overlooking the sea while I pick slowly at the grilled sea bass on my plate. He rotates his wine glass in his hand, not to drink but to [play the part of casual mortal. Convincing as ever.

  Brienne moves through the crowded tavern, gripping the silk draped over her shoulders as she spots us. Her blonde hair is kept in a delicate bun tonight, soft locks neatly twisted near the nape of her neck.

  “Apologies for my tardiness,” she says, smiling as she approaches the table.

  Marquis bows in his seat.

  “That is quite alright, my dear.”

  “How are you, Alexios?” she asks me as she takes the empty chair beside him.

  “I’m well,” I say blandly, focusing on my plate.

  Marquis clears his throat.

  “You look picturesque tonight,” he tells her and reaches out to lightly touch the sleeve of her pale blue dress.

  She does. I dislike it.

  “How kind of you to say. You look rather beautiful yourself… as do you, Alexios.”

  I nod in silent thanks. The waiter passes by, filling a new glass of water for Brienne while she rests her hand on Marquis’s forearm. I keep picking at the food on my plate, slowly chewing, when I feel Marquis’s hand slide slowly over the inside of my thigh.

  I stop chewing for a moment, stiffening as I realize that even though Brienne’s hand may be on his arm, his attention is on me. His touch moves higher, but it’s kept subtle enough that Brienne couldn’t possibly notice.

  Brienne continues speaking, blissfully unaware of the way Marquis’s thumb caresses my thigh. I swallow the bit of fish in my mouth down.

  “Have either of you ever been to Iseris?” she asks us with her head tilted against Marquis’s arm. “The night sky is extraordinary this time of year.”

  “No,” I reply and cut into the fish much more forcefully than needed.

  “Oh, you simply must go,” she says, laughing and touching Marquis’s shoulder this time.

  Marquis’s fingers slide even further up my thigh, close enough that I know he can feel exactly what he’s doing to me. I put my fork down slowly and only then does he look at me, smirking to confirm he knows. He knows exactly how much I want him to keep doing it too.

  --

  Marquis offers Brienne his arm as we leave the tavern and she gladly takes it. They look exceptionally elegant together as we make our way down the boardwalk. I walk on his other side, watching the waves crash violently into the rocks, but I can feel his eyes finding me more often than her. I don’t have to look to know. We keep the conversation light during our walk, with Brienne mentioning an upcoming art gallery that Marquis is apparently taking her to, until we finally reach the townhouse she occasionally calls home.

  “Thank you for dinner, my love,” she says invitingly.

  “Thank you for your company,” he replies and she rises to kiss him, lightly running a hand through his hair as she steps back.

  I’d much prefer to look away, but she turns to me with a gentle smile.

  “Goodnight, Alexios. It was lovely to see you again.”

  She steps forward and places a soft kiss on my cheek.

  “Goodnight,” I reply, bowing my head to her.

  Slowly, she steps inside and the door closes quietly. Marquis turns away first as we resume walking.

  “What the fuck was that?” I ask him, seizing his arm.

  “Which part are you referring to?”

  “You know the exact part I mean,” I say, rolling my eyes as I drop his arm. “The part where you almost had your hand on my cock.”

  Marquis shakes his head. He’s always hated when I use that word. Perhaps that’s why I used it just now.

  “It seems as though you enjoyed it,” he answers, smirking ever so slightly again as he continues towards our home.

  “You were just holding Brienne’s hand,” I say, quickly keeping in step with him.

  “I was, yes.”

  “Then why didn’t you take her home with us like you usually do?”

  “Because… I would prefer your company tonight.”

  I look away, trying my best to focus on the waves swaying back and forth.

  “You enjoy being desired, do you not?” he asks after a pause and reaches out to touch along my wrist. “I am not trying to provoke you, Alexios. Yes, I could have taken her home with us, but instead… I am walking with you.”

  “I…”

  “Come,” he cuts in, gesturing for us to continue our walk.

  This time, he offers his arm to me. I choose senselessly to take it and we continue walking together while the harbor wind gently rouses our hair as it moves around us. We finally make our way inside, closing the door to block out the rest of the sea breeze outside.

  “I noticed Brienne doesn’t ask why you only meet at night anymore,” I say as I cross my arms and lean back against the wall. “And why you never eat. She knows?”

  “She stopped asking years ago, Alexios. She is a capable woman. Surely you are aware of that, yes?”

  “She’s… fine with it?”

  “It does not trouble her in the slightest,” he replies. “Just as it has never troubled you. She figured it out long ago.”

  I barely have time to loosen my cloak before his lips are against mine. My hands slide beneath his cloak, feeling the firm muscles of his arms as my hands wander. Gods, his lips. His soft, fucking lips are relentless tonight. His fangs teasingly graze my bottom lip before his tongue sweeps over it too.

  My hands grip the edges of his cloak, dragging him closer until his hipbones are almost rubbing against mine.

  “You didn’t want her tonight?” I whisper against his lips.

  He shakes his head and it’s enough for me to slide my fingers over the clasp of Marquis’s cloak. It slips slowly from his shoulders, falling into a pool of red at his feet while he keeps those piercing blue eyes on me the entire time. He pulls at my own cloak and it drops beside his before his hands are right back on my waist.

  I reach for the intricate clasps and buttons on his dress robe, undoing them one by one in between wet kisses until I finally see the pale skin of his throat and chest.

  “My company,” I laugh and softly tug at his bottom lip with my teeth.

  He slides his hands beneath my shirt, fingertips leaving delicate patterns that have me sighing softly against his mouth. Tired of the gentle teasing, I pull it over my head and let it fall somewhere beside our cloaks.

  “Your company,” he repeats with his hands sliding up my back.

  “Take me upstairs, Marquis. Please.”

  As soon as he nods, I’m dragging him towards the stairs, our lips pressed against each other again as another layer of clothing falls away. Then another. Halfway up the stairs, my back hits the railing and I feel his soft lips fall to my neck, fangs grazing lightly across my skin.

  “Gods, yes,” I moan, gripping the back of his head so his blond hair can tangle through my fingers.

  I shudder as the sensation shoots straight down to my already hardened cock, tilting my head to the side to offer him even more space. Gods, I want him to bite. I want him to drink from me until I’m dizzy and sliding down the wall. Until I’m at his mercy. But he doesn’t. He only pulls me to the top of the stairs as the last few layers of our clothes drop to the floor.

  With one hand in my hair and the other at my nude waist, Marquis pushes me back against the wall in his bedroom as my hands come up to grip his solid shoulders. He could fucking break me in half without even breaking a sweat, couldn’t he?

  He chuckles softly, lips falling back to my neck. I wonder what it would feel like for those fangs of his to sink deeply into my neck. To feel my life flow into his mouth, giving myself to him in the heat of the moment.

  “Alexios…” he whispers, shaking his head against the crook of my neck. “That is…”

  “How long has it been since you fed?” I ask him as my fingers comb through his hair.

  Marquis sighs softly while both of his hands come to rest on my hips.

  “A few months.”

  I frown and graze my lips against his forehead.

  “That seems like longer than usual, right?”

  “I could go much longer if I wished, Alexios.”

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  “I don’t care.”

  He looks up then, meeting my eyes with a look of curiosity.

  “I am fine. I swear it.”

  Sure, it seems true. He doesn’t seem weak or frayed in the slightest. Still…

  “That’s still a while,” I tell him. Hesitantly, my thumb caresses his jaw. “Drink from me.”

  Marquis tries to step back but I grip his wrists and hold them against my chest, though not to restrain him. The gods know I couldn’t stop him even if I tried anyway. Physically, he surpasses me in every way.

  “Marquis, I mean it!”

  “I am not suffering.”

  “I know,” I tell him. “That’s not what this is about. I am freely giving this to you.”

  “You are… tempting me into indulgence, Alexios.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I cut in. “Save the lecture until after, hmm?”

  Marquis steps forward again, until our cocks are almost pressed together.

  “Do you truly mean this, Alexios?”

  “Please.”

  I move any linger strands of my hair to the side and a slow smirk forms on his face, fingers tilting my chin to the side so that my throat is fully exposed to him. Laughing softly when his lips brush my skin this time, he lets out a low groan.

  “Do you wish to know what I feel in this moment?”

  I nod, taking a shaky breath in.

  “I feel your heartbeat,” he whispers. “I feel… power. The temptation of both is almost unbearable, Alexios.”

  My body jerks as soon as his fangs press into my skin, pain shooting through me as my back arches off the wall. Instinctively, I think to push him away, but when my hands fly to his shoulders, I pull him closer as the sound of my heartbeat pounds in my ears and the feeling of agony turns into knee-trembling pleasure.

  With a sharp pull of my blood into his mouth, Marquis’s hips grind against mine. I didn’t expect how our bodies would respond to this act. My head lolls to the side, both of our cocks pulsing and writhing against each other in delight.

  “Wait,” I whimper and push weakly against his shoulders. “Don’t swallow all of it.”

  Marquis pulls back slowly, eyes glazed over as a thin trickle of blood drips down his marble-like skin. He narrows his eyes at me, face tilting in confusion as if he’s wondering whether he took too much or if I’m still in pain.

  ---

  “Spit it in my hands,” I manage to say before cupping my palms together below his mouth.

  He parts his lips and the mixture of my blood and his saliva snakes its way into my open hands. He watches in awe as I lower my hands, pressing our bodies even closer as I coating our throbbing cocks with my own blood. I begin to stroke, both of my palms softly pulling and twisting as Marquis’s head falls back. Every wet and warm glide of my hands around us causes guttural moans to fall from Marquis’s lips.

  Oh, you beautifully depraved thing.

  “Has Brienne touched you like this?” I ask him as my palm grazes the head of his thick cock, my own blood quietly squelching between us as I continue stroking.

  His hands slam back against the wall on either side of my head, head dropping into the crook of my shoulder again.

  “Alexios,” he gasps out, thrusting his hips into my hands.

  “Has she?” I repeat. “I want to know.”

  I feel one of his hands grip the back of my head, holding me in place while he shakes his head.

  “No,” he mutters. “Gods, Alexios... no.”

  He lifts his head, eyes gazing into mine before crushing his mouth against my lips in a brutal kiss of power and the taste of blood. My strokes almost stumble when his tongue delves into my mouth, stealing my breath as he devours me.

  In one fluid motion, he lifts off the ground, one arm wrapping around my waist while the other trails behind my knees. I gasp, arms wrapping around his shoulders while he carries me across the room. With surprising gentleness, he sets me down on the plush armchair near the hearth. I grip the velvet upholstery as I stare down at Marquis, the Marquis, kneeling in between my thighs. An ancient being as powerful as Marquis… wanting to pleasure me.

  How does it feel knowing you have my very own guardian kneeling for you?

  Slowly, he leans forward with his eyes locked on mine. His lips part, wet tongue shooting out to lick from the base of my pulsing cock to the tip. My head falls back against the chair, gasping loudly as his mouth engulfs me, while his tongue traces every vein. He moans around my cock, making my toes curl as the vibrations move through me.

  “Gods, Marquis…” I gasp, chest rising violently as I struggle to breathe. “Just like that… just like that. Fuck.”

  The soft strands of his hair catch on the now dried blood on my hands as I grip the back of his head, desperately wanting to fuck his wet mouth with everything that I have. He’s relentless. Rolling my balls gently in one of his hands, he hollows out his cheeks while the obscenely wet sounds of his mouth mix with my uncontrollably loud groans. Marquis looks up at me again, just as my back arches off the chair.

  “I’m… oh fuck…” I groan, eyes rolling back as my grip tightens in his hair.

  Before I can even surrender to him completely, he pulls back with a smirk on his face, leaving me in agonizing denial. My eyes fly open again, looking down at him through my lust filled haze to find his lips pressed against my inner thigh.

  “Why did you… FUCK!” I yell as his fangs sink into my skin. It’s a white-hot pain compared to the bite at my neck and even more of a start counterpoint to the pleasure his mouth was just giving.

  I cry out wildly, hands flying from his hair to the arms of the chair. With a deep pull of blood, his fangs retract from my skin and he’s pulling me up the chair as if I weigh absolutely nothing to him.

  My hips hit the edge of his dresser and I look up to see us in the mirror in front of me. With my face flushed and hair a chaotic mess, my eyes trail down my neck to see the puncture wounds and dried blood coating my body.

  “Let me get on my knees for you,” I tell him, pleading to take him into my mouth and return the favor.

  He ignores me, spitting the blood from my inner thigh into his hands before pressing two coated fingers to my entrance. He pushes inside slowly, my body shuddering as he circles inside. Slowly, he works me open with my own damn blood, patiently teasing me as he adds another finger. All I can do is watch him in the mirror, my mouth dropping open in awe.

  His fingers pull out, only for the tip of his cock to replace it as he achingly starts to press inside of me. Marquis groans, dropping his head forward against my shoulder blade.

  “Alexios,” he sighs. “You are…”

  He pushes in deeper, losing his train of thought as my head falls back against him, never taking my eyes off our reflection in the mirror. He thrusts slowly, each stroke showcasing the intense muscles flexing in his arms and chest. Pinned between the dresser and the solidness of him, I lose myself in him as each thrust steals my breath.

  I can feel the blood from the bite on my thigh dripping down my thigh and onto the floor, the wound throbbing faintly with each snap of Marquis’s body against mine. One of his hands snakes around my hip and down to the wound, fingers running across it to collect some of the blood before those same fingers are pressed to my lips. I open my mouth, licking greedily at the streams of blood trailing from Marquis’s fingers.

  “I… I love you,” I whimper in between Marquis’s slow thrusts into me. I don’t even know if I fucking mean it, but I just want…

  No.

  I need him to hear it.

  Do you?

  Do you really, Alexios?

  Marquis buries himself deep inside me, closing his eyes as his body trembles. He leans forward, chest pressing against my back as he places wet kisses along my shoulders, my neck, and up to my temples.

  He eases out of me, leaving my legs trembling as he takes my hands to guide me back towards the bed. Gently, I push him down onto the silk sheets and straddle him, my wrist coming up to his lips.

  “Just a little more?” I ask. He obliges and his fangs sink into my wrist as my eyes close tightly.

  This time, he only takes a modest pull of my blood. I hold out a hand and place it just below his mouth as he lets the blood fall from his lips again. Coating him and then myself, I position myself over his hard cock and lower myself slowly, watching his eyes roll back as I take him until he’s buried fully inside.

  I brace my hands on his chest, lifting myself until just the head of him is inside me, then slamming back down in one swift movement. I want to do it over and over, until he’s begging me to let him come. I want to watch him finally lose control for what might be the first time in his life, but just as my hips rise again, he grips them tightly.

  “No,” he says firmly. “I do not wish to make love to you the same way you take the others, Alexios. I want to feel all of you… and I want you to feel all of me.”

  I swallow deeply, catching my breath as I lean forward again and grind my hips against him slowly, watching the way he softly gasps underneath me. One of his hands leaves my hip to capture my wrist, bringing my hand to his lips to leave soft kisses on my knuckles and palm before bringing my other hand to his lips for the same treatment.

  With our fingers now laced together, we find a slow rhythm together, my hips rolling against his as my lips leave delicate kisses on his cheek. One of his hands moves from my hip to gently caress my face while I milk him using my own body.

  Marquis’s eyes close as I slowly start to bounce, our bodies slapping loudly through the silence of the room around us while his head is thrown back against the full pillows.

  Look at him, Alexios. Every muscle in his body is relaxed.

  You are in control.

  I’m the one pulling the contented moans from his lips now and every rise of my hips has him surrendering to me. A sense of disorientation washes over me as the mattress beneath us seems to almost… fade. I glance down quickly as the silk sheets fall away from us. We… we’re suspended in mid-air, supported by Marquis’s preternatural powers. I gasp, bracing my legs over his thighs for support, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He’s lost in the sublime ecstasy of our love making as we float. Inch by inch, we rise with our bodies still locked together.

  I lean forward to brace my hands on his chest again before I clash my lips against his. He kisses me back, hands gripping my hips as he thrusts into me.

  “Yes… right there,” I groan, keeping one of my hands on his chest as the other roams down my body, feeling the planes of my chest and stomach before wrapping around my weeping cock.

  Whimpering against his lips, I stroke myself, keeping the pace with his thrusts inside of me. My body moves desperately and every thrust Marquis makes… every stroke of my cock puts me closer to the edge. Marquis sits up, face to face with me while our bodies are still joined and suspended in the air. He pulls me against his chest as my hips set a ruthless pace against him, back arching as I cry out in unending pleasure. Marquis holds me tightly through my orgasm as it pulses over my own hand and onto his stomach.

  The aftershock is enough to break his concentration and we fall together, descending swiftly as we land with a crash that breaks one of the bedframe’s legs, but he doesn’t waste a single second. Before I can even think, he’s flipping me over and hooking my legs over his shoulders. He presses inside of me again before thrusting almost possessively. The sheer power of him now steals my breath and he leads forward, using the headboard has leverage as he drives into me. Arching my back, I use my hips to grind against him.

  My fingers trail down my body to find the streams of my seed threatening to dry on me. I gather some of it and bring it to his lips, watching in awe as his tongue darts out to swallow it down. With a deep groan, he thrusts his cock into me a final time. The wood of the headboard slinters with a sharp crack, his hands going straight through it as he pulses deep inside me, just as another leg of the bedframe shatters.

  Marquis collapses on top of me, cock pulsing deeply through his orgasm. Still seated inside me, he begins to leave soft, gentle kisses on my lips, cheeks and forehead.

  ---

  “I am beginning to think you might be sent from the hells to ruin me,” he mutters, reaching out to brush a sweat-damp lock of hair out of my face.

  I let out a laugh, feeling the rapid beating of my heart.

  “Coming from the ancient being who almost fucked me through his bed,” I tell him, resting at an awkward angle thanks to two “faulty” bedframe legs. “Guess this bed has certainly seen better days, hmm?”

  He smirks before leaning down to claim my lips with his own.

  “A small price to pay for your company tonight,” he tells me. “Though I suppose when we do this again, I may need to invest in studier furniture. Something more… structurally sound may be required for you.”

  When we do this again, I repeat his words to myself. Not if… but when.

  I smile back, comforted by the idea that there will be more nights like this and that this wasn’t just a one-time thing.

  And by the idea that there will very likely be more beds to sacrifice.

  --

  The blood-stained bathwater laps against us, fragrant with the rosemary and bergamot oils that Marquis always insists on using when we bathe together now. With my back pressed against his chest, I sit between his legs while the cloth moves over my skin to wipe away the dried bits of blood from my neck, shoulders and inner thigh.

  Eventually, his fingers comb through my hair to work the blood from there too, tilting my head back every now and then to rinse the soap out. I stare at the ceiling as a few stray tears slide down my face.

  “Alexios?” Marquis says suddenly as he turns my body towards him.

  I turn away from him, not wanting him to think of me as a man who can’t help but cry after sex. The tears keep falling regardless.

  “Are you injured?” he asks, voice full of concern as he caresses my jaw. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No,” I mutter as his thumb wipes away a fresh tear. “I’m not injured. Not in a bad way, at least.”

  “What is troubling you, Alexios?”

  I clear my throat.

  “Thank you,” I tell him after a pause. “For… putting up with me. You’ve fixed things you shouldn’t have had to fix and I’ve been such a dick to you even when I didn’t need to be. I’ve been nothing but a fucking problem.”

  “You have been… complicated,” he says, running his hand through my wet hair.

  “I know,” I agree, closing my eyes as the bathwater laps at our bodies. “I don’t know why I do the things I do or why I push you past your limits. I always assume you’re exhausted with me.”

  “I am not,” he answers almost instantly. “You challenge me. You frustrate me. The gods know it. But I am not exhausted with you.”

  His lips graze my forehead with a kiss so gentle, it feels like maybe he is forgiving me even though I don’t deserve it.

  “Though you are not the easiest man to love,” he continues. “Neither am I. The gods know this too and so do you. As does Brienne. As does Phaedra.”

  He wraps his arms around me and to my surprise, the tears stop.

  “I am grateful the Mother guided me to you,” he says so quietly that I almost miss it.

  Maybe… maybe this is the life I was meant to have. Maybe I’m not too much after all.

  this chapter of Blood Sport, Book 1: The Plantation, and hopefully I’ve done just that, looooool. This is by far my favorite naughty scene I've written so far.