digitizedsouls | (open post) (au) maybe it's the moonlight mixed with carnal insight

[Kaeya's preferred hunting style is graceful, manipulative, beautiful. On those nights, Diluc plays wingman as Kaeya works the crowds with his smile and his charm. Typically Kaeya plays with his food on those nights, while Diluc eats his target quickly and then remains on guard lest someone unfortunate soul stumble upon them before Kaeya's finished.

By contrast, Diluc does far better when allowed to bring the full feral ferocity of his vampirism to bear. He descends on his prey with an ancient rage that has never fully gone away, tearing out throats and drinking his fill as Kaeya watches his blind spots and dispenses with any potential witnesses.

Regardless of whose tactics they end up using, they work well together. Tonight is no exception.

After Kaeya finishes with the young lady and exits the stagecoach, he'll find Diluc leaning casually against it, covered in the coachman's blood. He looks alive* in a way he hadn't before, bright and aware instead of pale and irritable. He gives Kaeya an easy grin, a rarity from him.]

Took you long enough.

[* That he's actually undead has nothing to do with anything shut up.]

[ even when it's not his usual style, kaeya loves a hunt, loves to feed, to feel the blood spill against his tongue, to drink deep until he's thoroughly, completely slaked. it's been a few days since last he fed, and even longer still for diluc.

by the time kaeya drops the body he's feeling full and energized, his skin flushed hot, his eyes bright, his smile wicked. he steps down from the coach to find diluc already finished - of course he is, he doesn't play with his meals, and he's always quite voracious - and kaeya grins, licking his lips. ]

I told you, didn't I?

[ he asks, pressing forward and against diluc, touching their foreheads, his mouth still wet with blood. his hands tangle in diluc's thick coat. ]

You needed it. You look like a new man.

[ a good hunt always has him this way. ]

Shut up.

[He has no better retort because Kaeya's absolutely right. Even those words have practically no venom in them, and the grin remaining on his face as the distance between them closes.

Almost better than the hunt itself is how Diluc feels immediately after, high on adrenaline and the rush of warmth that comes with new blood. That he has the bad habit of ignoring his hunger for too long almost makes the feeling that much more potent. It's in these moments that he's at his boldest and least restrained. Which is why, when he agreed to accompany Kaeya, he had written off the rest of the night as occupied. He knows what he becomes and what he wants after feeding.

He cups Kaeya's head in his hands, smearing blood onto his cheeks, and pulls him in the rest of the way for a rough, searing kiss.]

[ diluc snaps at him, but kaeya can only grin, bloodied fangs sharp in the moonlight, flashing - but only for a moment, for soon diluc is grasping him, pulling him in.

so yes, kaeya may very well have had this in mind when he suggested that they hunt, he may have been feeling just a little bit needy. it's worth all of the pestering, to see diluc this way, to be on the receiving end of his fire and ferocity. it's beautiful to behold.

kaeya's lips part with a low purr of a hum, and he's quick to smooth his hands down diluc's chest, beneath his heavy coat while he tilts his head to better lock their mouths together. it's an easy angle to find, for how long they have been lovers; kaeya knows just how to kiss him, just how to be kissed by him, depending on how hot the fire in his blood runs.

but it never runs more hot than on the night of a hunt. kaeya's sharp teeth sink into diluc's lower lip, tugging hard, before his tongue glides in apology over the wounds left behind. ]

Can't even wait to get home, hmm?

[All of this is so familiar that they fit together like puzzle pieces as Kaeya returns the kiss. And Diluc wouldn't trade it for the world. Especially after nearly throwing it away all those centuries ago, back when he was still young and mortal and naïve. Despite how he behaves in their day-to-day interactions, he makes it a point to never take Kaeya for granted, irritations and flaws and all.

The bite cuts through his thoughts with a delicious sting of pain, and soon Kaeya releases his lips. He huffs quietly, although it's unclear if it's a noise of pleasure or discontent at the kiss having ended.]

You're the one who pressed in so close to begin with.

[Even in the thrall of his own fiery desire, he can't help but argue. Right now, being contrary feels a bit like foreplay.]

We should head home, and quickly.

[ kaeya is no different. for all they bicker, diluc is his entire world. kaeya almost lost him once, so long ago - almost lost him twice, truly, and both times the fear and grief had seized his heart so completely that he'd nearly come undone. he has the scar to prove their first falling out, and diluc's presence at his side to prove the second. being with him is as simple as existing, as thoughtless as blinking, for all it goes against their vampire natures, it feels right to them.

and that's all that matters. ]

You're right about that..

[ kaeya says, through a laugh, diving in for another kiss, and another, before he's finally able to break away long enough to seize diluc's hand, tugging him away from the carriage. ]

Come on, then. Let's not stand around all night.

[ ~~it's not as if we're frozen in place~~ ]

[It's difficult to let Kaeya pull away, but they shouldn't stay here. Eventually, the missing carriage will be noticed and someone will go out to search for it and its occupants. It'll be a pain to have to deal with whoever first stumbles upon the carnage. The fight would be exhilarating, certainly, and his blood would burn even hotter than it does now. But it also would delay what it is he truly wants right now.

As Kaeya takes his hand to lead him away, he turns toward the carriage and sets a spark upon it. The flames will eliminate the worst of the evidence that they were even there at all.

From there, it's just a matter of maintaining enough self control to get home. He manages it just fine; he's not a child lacking in discipline, even if every fiber of his being wants to throw himself against a wall and pull Kaeya on top of him. It'll be worth the wait to get to somewhere more private and appropriate.

As soon as the door closes and locks behind them, Diluc is on Kaeya like a man starved, wrapping himself around his lover and burying his head into his neck.]

[ the scent of burning wood fills the air as they flee back to the manor, kaeya grinning all the while, occasionally stopping to fight diluc's powerful sense of self-control by pressing him to a nearby tree, or seizing him in a hot kiss.

but soon enough they've made it back, and no sooner does the lock click than diluc is on him.

it makes kaeya's cold heart feel warm again. it's difficult to get this sort of attention from diluc, sometimes. while he knows full well that diluc loves him, needs him, even after all of these years he is not always so good at expressing it. diluc's veneer is not so easy to crack, even for kaeya, who knows him better than anyone ever could.

so he revels in the feel of it, of diluc's arms wrapping so tightly around him that he can hardly breathe. it feels good, to be wanted. to be needed. kaeya leans back into the wall, exhaling hard, and tipping his chin back to reveal the tender column of his vulnerable throat. both hands slip beneath diluc's heavy coat, smoothing over his sides - he feels so blessedly warm from their feed, and kaeya knows he must feel the same. his voice is low and rough. ]

So impatient, Master Diluc..

Like you weren't all over me on the way here.

[They would have gotten here much faster if not for all the makeouts along the way, Kaeya!

Diluc shrugs his coat off as Kaeya's hands slip under it, throwing it off to the side and pointedly out of the way. Between the feed and the heat rising between them, he's feeling warm and flushed. The extra layer is neither wanted nor needed. He also doesn't want so many layers on Kaeya, reaching down and unbuttoning the jacket he so pointedly donned in the name of fashion earlier.

His fangs brush against the skin of his lover's throat, scraping but not cutting. It's a tease. Kaeya deserves it.]

Besides, you enjoy it.

Edited (the last sentence didn't copy/paste over and it's kinda important) 2022-09-17 03:49 (UTC)

[ at that, kaeya can only chuckle, the sound rough in his throat. ]

I most certainly was..

[ and he doesn't regret a single kiss. they were at each other like schoolboy lovers, and it's such an exhilarating feeling, to want someone so much. diluc strips off his heavy coat, and so kaeya does the same, shrugging out of his own and letting it drop into a heap at his feet. ]

And I most certainly do.

[ kaeya is all but a preening peacock beneath diluc's attentions, purring and arching and groping over diluc's back, his hands slipping beneath the hem of his lover's shirt to feel over hot, fair skin. diluc's fangs scrape like a tease at his throat, and kaeya groans, rocking his hips forward, one hand slipping into the wild nest of diluc's hair. ]

And you're such a tease.. who taught you that?

Hm, I wonder.

[The response is terribly dry despite their circumstances. They both know.

Kaeya has had other partners in his long life, but Diluc has only ever known Kaeya. He's not interested in anyone else--even as a diversion or as part of the hunt. For being so guarded and aloof, especially in the years that pass them both by, there's a part of him that still maintains his mortal sentimentality.

It's a truth he'll never admit to. He doesn't have to. They both know that, too.

The way Kaeya moves, hands desperate to touch skin and hips moving of their own volition, are all the encouragement Diluc needs. He wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him in close, humming with approval at the contact before he sinks his fangs into Kaeya's neck.

Unlike before, it's not about how he's starving and being taunted by the allure of blood too strong to ignore. This is purely about the pleasure of the feed, violent and vulgar, and drawing those same feelings out of Kaeya. And beyond that, it's about feeling the exchange of lifeblood--their bond--weave between them as the blood pours over his tongue and down his throat.

He won't drain Kaeya dry. More likely than not, Kaeya will take back what Diluc has taken before the night is over.]

Edited ("lovers" suggests that he's actually been hung up on someone other than diluc these past 834930 years) 2022-10-11 06:24 (UTC)

[ kaeya, too, is far more sentimental than he would ever like to admit. he was in life, and he is now in death, though he has diluc to thank for that, for keeping some part of him.. mortal. diluc's heart has always been soft and warm, however much he might act otherwise, and even in this next life of theirs it remains the same. perhaps.. perhaps for all their memories together, for all they have been through, side by side, they have kept one another human, in many ways. they might defy the norm when it comes to vampire culture, when it comes to existing together rather than on their own, but kaeya couldn't imagine being beside anyone else, or worse, being without diluc entirely.

for better or for worse, they are tied to one another, always.

of course it hasn't stopped him from taking other partners, no, but they are brief, fleeting trysts, meaningless in comparison to what he has with diluc, and honestly, were diluc to ever ask it of him, he would stop. for all his playful teasing, kaeya is devoted to him thoroughly and completely.

but right now, all soft thoughts are driven from his mind by the drag of diluc's hands, and the sinful sinking of his sharp fangs into kaeya's throat. he groans, low and rumbling, his body tensing before he slumps back against the wall, his knees gone weak from the pleasure of being fed upon. for how often kaeya allows this, it never feels any less intense. heat rolls over him, and kaeya's hands cling more tightly, painfully so, tugging at the roots of diluc's fiery hair. ]

Luc..

[ he murmurs, pressed flush to him, one knee pressing up between diluc's thighs, while the hand not in diluc's hair pulls down his back, sharp fingernails scraping his skin, breaking it open beneath the pass of his fingers. ]

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