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To be entirely honest, it was weird living in the castle.
Don’t get Avid wrong, it was nice, really! Really, really nice, in fact. He was just… not all that used to the grandeur of it, with how big everything was, from the ceilings to the windows to the damn table. Everything was just. Big.
Avid’s pretty content to say that he likes to live a little simple. He’s never needed much in his life, having been raised with very little, so when he’d moved into Oakhurst, he was more than used to living in a shared, small house. Having to gather his own supplies, worry about meals, take care of himself, that kind of thing. So, when all of a sudden, everything around him is large, and fancy, and full of easy living, Avid can’t help but be a little uncomfortable. Restless.
Of course, Scott does at least try to make it better, for Avid. He even made a whole alchemists lab, fitted with brewing stands and more ingredients than Avid could even fathom. Scott tries to make it more… welcoming. In more ways than one, of course, of which Avid will not be going into detail with, whatsoever. Nope.
…Anyways. The other thing he’s unused to is the others. Being able to see Shelby every single day and talk about her books or ideas, or Owen, who was very, very slowly warming up to the idea of Avid even existing in his vicinity. Drift was still working up the willpower to move into the castle, so he hadn’t gotten the chance to see her, nor was he sure if she knew about him. Apo and Cleo (which, wow, newsflash, Cleo was a vampire? And he thought Apo was shocking.) sometimes drop by, but Avid rarely gets the chance to even see them, Apo avoiding his gaze and Cleo fixing him with a glare. He’s, uh. He’s a little too scared to try approaching Cleo, if he were honest. But, at least through them, Avid learned that the town had no idea that Avid was a vampire. They were suspicious, of course, but it wasn’t anything Avid (as in, all Cleo’s doing) couldn’t smooth over.
And then there’s Pyro.
Pyro… Avid liked to think he got along with the scholar, during the short time they’d both been human. Of course, that didn’t exactly last very long, especially with Avid being. Well. Avid. Taunting the vampire, or throwing holy water on him, or shoving him off a tree… yeah, to be honest, Avid wasn’t exactly the kindest toward him. Of course, Pyro had certainly antagonized Avid plenty, but… it doesn’t exactly level anything out. Avid wants to apologize (really, he does!), but it’s hard to apologize to a guy that is very clearly avoiding him.
Okay, avoiding him isn’t exactly the right word for it. Pyro is most certainly stalking Avid at nearly all times, and Avid most definitely would’ve died at least three times now, had his unending paranoia not kept his head on a swivel. Seriously, of all things that had to stick around, it just had to be his anxiety. Bullshit. Whatever, it at least kept him alive, so far, but any time Avid tries to even speak to Pyro, the other just vanishes. And it is really, really starting to piss him off.
“I swear to whatever Gods out there, I’m going to move back into Oakhurst and let them stake me.” He sprawls across the floor in Shelby’s room, nest, thing, mournfully glaring at the ceiling. He’s yet to actually dedicate time to building his own, despite his newfound instincts going haywire for one, put off of the idea due to Pyro’s increasingly hostile attacks. No way was Avid going to get caught alone and off-guard in the forest by them.
“See, I think you guys should just talk it out.” The scratching of Shelby’s quill pauses as she looks down at him, raising a pale brow. “Maybe they’ll listen.”
“Or, and let’s think about this really quick, he rips my head from my shoulders, like he’s been trying to do for the past week.” Avid throws his hands up, a complaintive whine edging his throat. “I’ve been trying to talk to them, Shelbs, but every time I try they just vanish!”
“Well, try harder, I don’t know,” Shelby laughs, very clearly enjoying Avid’s misery. The cruelty. “Have you talked to Scott, about him?”
“No,” Avid sits up, scooting over so he can lean against Shelby’s desk. “Scott’s been busy, I–I didn’t want to bother–” He’s cut off by Shelby smacking him over the head with a book. “Ow, hey!”
“You’re not going to be a bother, Avid, you know that. It’s Scott.”
“Yeah, exactly, it’s Scott.” Avid rubs at his head, side-eyeing her in case she tries to hit him again. “I’m, um, a little worried, he–we–that. Um.”
“You might get distracted~?” Shelby’s voice takes on a teasing tone, grinning widely. It’s Avid’s turn to hit her, smacking her knee before shoving his reddening face into his hands. “Oh, come on, it’s funny. Laugh.” Avid just responds with a garbled, muffled sound, sinking closer to the ground, doing his best to melt into it. Shelby just giggles at his plight, resuming her writing as they fall into silence. His hands fall to his knees as he scans the room, apprehensive. No sign of Pyro, so far.
It’s quiet, at least, until Shelby gasps, snapping down to look at him. “Omigosh, Avid, I’ve figured it out. Pyro’s jealous.”
“He’s–what?” Avid drops his hands, brows furrowed into confusion. Why would Pyro be–oh. Oh. OH.
“You’re pulling Scott’s attention away from them, duh. Which means you should totally talk to Scott about it. Pyro will always listen to Scott, so if Scott tells him to stop trying to kill you, then–voila! No more near death experiences!”
“I guess you have a point.” Avid distractedly scratches at his bare throat, yet another thing he’s still not used to. He still wraps it, from time to time, out of habit.
“I always have a point,” Shelby snarks, turning back to her book. “Now go, so I don’t have to worry about a murder attempt in my nest. Those blankets are for comfort, I’ll have you know, not for mopping up blood.”
“Alright, alright, I’m going,” Avid chuckles, hefting himself up. Waving a goodbye to Shelby, he heads into the corridor and frowns. Last he remembers, Scott had been working on some of the pillars in the ballroom, so he heads down there first. He can’t help but be watchful of where he steps, and of his surroundings, ears constantly pricked for any possible shift of an invisible foot or flutter of wings. Pyro certainly succeeded in making Avid feel like he was in Oakhurst for the first time, again, that was for sure. Ugh. At least his new, stronger senses made the job a whole lot easier, even if it was a little overwhelming at times. His nerves flicker up and down at each sound, each new scent, yet he makes it to the end of the corridor without anything happening. Avid hates how it makes him feel worse, as if something were building up and waiting, waiting, waiting.
Fuck Pyro, seriously. Avid’s starting to really regret even trying to make amends with the other vampire, if they’re going this far out of their way to make Avid suffer. With a slow, deliberate inhale and exhale (a half-hearted attempt to calm his nerves. It really doesn’t do anything), Avid scales the stairs two at a time, hastily leaving the crypt’s halls behind. The sky is cloudy today, fortunately blocking the blinding sun from touching his skin. He doesn’t know how the more powerful of them handle it, because if the sunlight was unpleasant for Avid, how bad was it for them? Shaking his head, he glances around warily, flinching immediately at the glimpse of pale skin. Okay, cool, Pyro’s there, because of course he is. Avid quickly scampers into the castle walls, looping through the newly constructed doors into the ballroom.
“Scoooott?” Avid calls, cupping a hand around his mouth to amplify his voice. It’s unnecessary, the empty room causing his voice to echo loud enough to make him wince. Whoops.
“Yeeees?” A smooth voice mimics back Avid’s tone from the rafters, and he looks up to see the nobleman peering over one of the support beams.
“Could–um. Could I have a w-word?” He’d throttle himself if he could. Despite his stumbling words, Scott smiles, and in a few moments a small, mottled bat glides down in front of him. With the gracefulness of years of experience, Scott lands in front of Avid, bowing in greeting, and dramatic flair.
“Yes, Avid?” The man’s trilling voice soothes over Avid’s nerves, and he feels his shoulders begin to untense.
“Wow–Hi–I, uh,” Avid clears his throat, “I wanted to bring up a bit of a concern about–about Pyro? The ‘I’m kind of fearing for my life right now’ type of concern.”
Scott’s expression remains relatively neutral, but Avid notices the way his smile tightens just ever-so-slightly, but before he can be proud of it, Scott barks out a loud, “Pyro!”
“Yes, sire?” A shriek is elicited from Avid as Pyro practically melts in from nothingness, hardly sparing him a glance as they bow to Scott. “What might you need of me?”
Scott gestures to Avid and Pyro turns, eyes narrowing to slits as they regard him. “Do explain why Avid has come to me about you.”
The dark-eyed vampire’s expression turns sour, glowering at Avid. “I was just making sure he wasn’t going to be a threat, sire. We both know what he can be like–”
“Yes, and I’ve dealt with that issue,” Scott gently scrapes a claw along Avid’s jaw, and he can’t help the shuddering breath that escapes him. Pyro’s glare gets a tad more violent, claws twitching at his side. “So, you needn’t worry.” Scott withdraws his hand from Avid, turning it to Pyro and grasping their jaw. It’s almost like a switch was flipped, the way Pyro melts into Scott’s touch, regarding the nobleman as if he were some kind of deity. For the first time, Avid actually understands Pyro’s point-of-view. Scott really was that ethereal. Scott hums, listlessly glancing between the two, and sighs. “Ah, I understand. I’ve been so busy with restoring our home that I neglected to let my fledglings bond!” What. “How terrible of me, I know.” Scott’s free hand rests over his chin, a finger tapping against his plush lips. “Ah, I’ve got the perfect idea.” He pulls Avid over, a low growl rippling from Pyro’s throat the closer he gets. Scott’s grip tightens on their jaw, silencing them. “I’m running out of deepslate, unfortunately, which I sorely need for the pillars. And I really do hate having to get dirty. You two need to get along, so to deal with that, I’m sending the both of you to go down into the crypt’s mines and collect some. Say… three stacks, will do. And if either of you kills the other, I will make sure your consequences are severe. Am I understood?”
“Yes, sire.”
“Y-Yeah.”
“Great!” Scott withdraws his hands with an award-winning smile, clapping them together. “Well! Best get a move on. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”
Pyro pivots immediately, leaving Avid to follow. Gods, this was not going to end well, was it? Casting a look at Scott’s retreating back, he scurries to catch up to Pyro, who stands at the edge of the crypt’s entrance, foot tapping against the grass impatiently. When Avid gets close enough, they grab his shoulder, claws digging deep enough to sting, and pull him far closer than Avid would prefer. Seriously, what was with vampires and lacking personal space!?
“My sire may trust you, but I don’t.” His dark eyes bore into Avid, a manic smile crawling across his face. “Tread carefully, hunter, for I won’t take kindly to any slights.”
The nickname makes Avid’s eye twitch, and his stomach flip, and damn these stupid, pretty vampires and their stupid words making Avid feel stupid things. He shoves it down, instead glaring back at Pyro.
“You can’t kill me. Sire said so.” His mocking tone is definitely not helping Avid in the slightest. Yeah, Avid wants to apologize and things, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to take Pyro’s threats (that made him feel way too many things at once) without standing his ground! It, however, has the opposite intended effect, Pyro’s grin growing a slight bit bigger.
“Maybe. But, he never said anything about serious injury.”
That’s pretty much Avid’s only warning before he’s unceremoniously thrown into the crypt. A startled cry escapes him as he starts free-falling, instincts going wild, and he’s thankful he hadn’t decided to fly up the steps earlier, as a small, grey form flutters down to the ground harmlessly. Avid gives a quiet, squeaky wheeze, trying to wrangle his panicking mind back in as Pyro drops down the last few steps, giving a disappointed sound as they spot Avid on the floor, completely unharmed. Avid flutters his wings a few times before shifting back and glaring at Pyro.
“T-That was–you are such–entirely unnecessary!” Avid’s voice is shrill as he stands up, brushing himself off. Pyro just rolls his eyes, striding past him and heading deeper into the crypt, away from their rooms.
“You are far too easy to rile up.” Their dry comment makes Avid puff up in rage, so he takes a few breaths. He’s sure that if he still had a heartbeat, it’d be thrumming louder than a nest of bees. Asshole.
They fall into a tense silence as they walk further and further down, the spiral stairs seemingly unending as they go further down the mine. Avid wasn’t entirely sure where deepslate began, but Pyro seemed confident enough that he kept following him, down, down, down. Avid mulls over his words, chewing the inside of his cheek as he thinks. “How much further should we go?”
“A few more levels.” Pyro’s low monotone echoes up the staircase, rumbling through Avid’s being. “Deepslate starts generating… around here, I believe.” They cut to the right and are greeted by a small, winding cavern. He can’t see where it leads. It’s clear there’d been some excavation started, chunks of deepslate already haphazardly torn from the earth. There isn’t much else to see, hardly any undead creatures wandering, nor were there any hidden, glittering gemstones. Likely already carved out by Scott, if Avid had to hazard a guess. Oh, well. Avid pulls his pickaxe out, glancing around again and eyeing Pyro, who’d already begun digging up parts of the slate. Well… Scott had said that he wanted them to bond…
“Sooo… how’s vampirism treating you?” Great conversation starter, Avid. Their eyes flit over to look at him, scrutinising.
“Don’t.” Pyro snaps shortly. “I am not about to have to mine while listening to you chatter like a bird.”
“Wh–I am not a bird!” Avid shakes his head, forcefully quelling his indignance. “Scott said w-we should bond. I’m at least trying.”
“Here’s the issue,” Pyro bares his teeth, “I don’t like you. I don’t want to bond. So, for the sake of my sanity, please, shut up.”
“Gods, you–why are you so–what is your problem?!” Avid huffs angrily, crossing his arms in a way he knows is childish. He can’t help it, though, fingers starting to twitch as his nerves start to skyrocket. Pyro snarls, a beastial and furious sound.
“My problem?” They cross the cave in a few, long strides, and Avid reflexively swallows. He takes a step back for every step forward Pyro makes, pushed back into a smaller cave, walls closing in on either side of them. “You’ve done nothing but make our lives hell with your ‘righteous’ crusade, you try to kill us, you throw me off a tree, and then, just like that, you happen to just change your mind, expecting us to just accept you? Don’t make me laugh.”
Avid’s back hits the cave wall and he flinches, panic racing through his veins. He’s cornered. “You’re the ones–” He’s cut off by Pyro roughly grabbing the front of his vest, shoving him against the rocks, the jagged edges digging into his back as they snarl, face mere inches away from Avid’s. He has to fight for his brain to get under control, thankful he can’t flush anymore, well-aware he’d be cherry red at this point. Christ, why did the people who hated him the most have to enthrall him so damn much?
“Don’t even start, hunter, I don’t want to hear it.” Pyro’s angered expression wavers slightly, his gaze becoming more thoughtful. “You need to be knocked down a peg. Good thing I know just the way.”
An aggressive hand grabs Avid’s jaw, claws digging into the skin as he’s forced to tilt, baring his neck, and it clicks. “Wait, wait, Pyro don’t–!”
The other ignores his pleas, sinking his fangs into Avid’s neck with enough pressure that he can’t muffle the whine that crawls out of his throat. Pyro freezes as Avid does, mourning the remnants of his dignity as he snaps his mouth shut. “Um.”
Pyro pulls away from Avid’s throat, blood dripping from his lips, and Avid refuses to meet their bewildered gaze. “Oh. Did–Did you just–are you seriously turned on right now!?”
Please, just kill him now. “N-No?”
Pyro’s nose twitches, licking his lips clean of Avid’s blood, and Avid shivers. It’s infuriating, how he has so little control of his own body in this state. Pyro’s eyes widen. “You are!”
“I-It’s not my fault you’re all stupidly hot!”
They blink, head tilting to the side. His hand still hasn’t left Avid’s jaw, but at least his claws weren’t digging into Avid’s cheek anymore. He hesitantly meets their gaze, hazy and blown-wide. It’s fine, they can just go back to getting deepslate and forget all about this happening and never talk again and–
Pyro lunges forward hastily, burying his fangs into Avid’s neck once more, a surprised jolt running through his body as he keens. Avid’s hands make their home on Pyro’s shoulders, tilting his head further to allow Pyro better access. The other vampire just gives a low, guttural growl, draining away Avid’s latest meal, hand trailing away from his jaw and down the other side of Avid’s neck, curling their fingers around the scarred tissue. Avid can’t help the shudder that runs up his spine, whining breathlessly as Pyro pulls away again, staring Avid in the eyes. “Well, I’ll be.”
Avid curses under his breath, weakly baring his teeth. “A-Alright, le-lesson learned. We should–we should get back to–”
Pyro clamps his palm over Avid’s mouth. “Oh, no, the lesson’s only just begun! Can’t have you slinking back to sire to deal with,” their knee presses up between Avid’s thighs and his entire body twitches, “this, can we? No, of course not.”
Okay, okay, okay, calm down Avid, this is fine, this is turning out a lot better than he initially thought. He genuinely thought he was about to find out what getting his head separated from his shoulders would feel like, not. This. He’s not complaining, in all honesty, attempting to grind his hips down against Pyro’s leg, trying to get any sort of friction. He whines against their palm, trying to raise some sort of reaction, something to just keep this going.
“So desperate,” Pyro tsks, free hand trailing down Avid’s front, unclasping his waistcoat as he goes. “No wonder you switched your tune so quick. Being around those that turn you on and indulge? Had I known, I would’ve shut you up day one.”
Avid lets out a purring whimper as Pyro drags their claws along his jawline, digging in just enough to make it prickle pleasurably, before leaning back and casting a listless glance around. Avid frowns at that.
“Hey, I–I let Scott turn me because I was dying.”
“Riiiight.” Pyro interjects with a roll of his eyes and Avid puffs.
“I wasn’t done speaking! The other stuff is–they’re–added bonus. Y’know?”
“Oh, I do.” Pyro’s voice rumbles, eyes dragging over Avid’s trembling form. Avid quickly clamps his mouth shut at the hungry stare, as Pyro’s claws make their way to his neck again, trailing along the raised scarring. Pyro makes a curious sound, but they don’t say anything, instead electing to attack Avid’s throat, this time with, unfortunately, less biting. Avid slumps into the other’s grasp, held up by the wall and Pyro’s body, contentedly losing himself to his feelings. It isn’t until Pyro starts pushing him down to the ground does Avid zone back in again, forced onto his knees in the small space and coming nose-to-dick with Pyro. He must’ve unbuttoned his pants while marking up Avid’s throat. Avid’s gaze flit up to look at the other, blinking at their smug expression, leant against the other wall. When their eyes meet, Pyro just gestures, his eyes glittering with malicious delight as he says, “Well? Go on.”
Avid’s throat bobs as he swallows nervously, embarrassment rippling through his veins as he reaches up to wrap his hand around the shaft. He’s not… hm. “I–um.” Avid’s voice shakes. “I’m not really–I don’t know h-how to…um.”
Pyro barks out a startled laugh, running a hand through their platinum hair. “You’re kidding, right? All that time spent with Sc–sire, and you don’t know how to do a blowjob??”
Avid flushes with whatever remaining blood he has, retracting his hand and glaring up at the other vampire. “He–He’s never as-asked! I’ve literally never been w-with men, like this, asshat–” Avid cuts himself off as Pyro’s claws thread through his hair, tightly grasping the locks as he shoves Avid closer, lips ghosting the head of his dick. Holy shit.
“Whatever. Just another lesson added to the list. I’ll show you. Bite me, and I’ll not hesitate to fucking kill you.” They both know that’s a lie, Pyro wouldn’t betray Scott’s orders. For the most part. Pyro tilts their head to the side, humming as they push Avid’s head forward, insistently. Hesitantly, drawing up what he remembered from Scott, Avid drags his tongue over the tip, earning a little shudder from Pyro. “Man, what a picture this paints. Doubt I’ll ever not think of this, every time I see you. Now, open wide.”
He does, making sure his fangs don’t dislodge, habitually taking a deep breath before Pyro curls his fingers tighter and presses Avid down on his cock. It drags out a groan from Pyro as Avid is forced to relax the further he goes, further than he thought he could (he has a distinct suspicion his gag reflex disappeared. Avid will most certainly be using that information at a later date. Unrelated reasons.), until his nose brushes Pyro’s curls. Instinctively, Avid glances up at his face, searching for a reaction, a sign that he was at least doing good. Their head is tilted slightly, jaw tight and teeth grit as their eyes, half-lidden and shadowed, ripple with desire as they pant.
“Fuck… s’ like you’re made for this.” Avid hums in response, successfully getting a shaky moan from him. “I should shut you up like this more often.”
They roll their hips, forcing tears to prick the corners of Avid’s eyes, thankful that he doesn’t have to worry about air. He doubts Pyro would ever let him off, at this rate. Suffocating via dick is certainly a way to go. It’d make a funny tombstone, at least.
Thoughts aside, Avid focuses on pleasing the cock in his mouth, experimentally running his tongue along the underside as Pyro starts to slowly thrust. Relaxing his throat and hollowing out his cheeks, mimicking all of what he’d seen, and it seems to work the way he wanted (for once), as Pyro quickly picks up the pace to a bruising speed. Avid doesn’t really have to do much, letting him use his mouth, claws tugging at Avid’s hair so much that it’s edging on painful. Painful, but feeling good, as his jaw begins to ache and tears slip down his face, his neglected cock straining against his own pants, jumping at the stimulation. He’s given no warning as Pyro’s hips stutter and stop, pressing Avid all the way down as they still, cumming down his throat. That’s when Avid’s body decides to gag, pulling off Pyro’s dick with a wet sound as he coughs, fixing the vampire with an irritated glare.
“G-Great job fucking warning me,” Avid hisses, wiping away the drool that’d gathered around his lips. Pyro just grunts in response, distractedly tugging on Avid’s hair again, much gentler this time. A wordless command, one that Avid heeds as he shakily stands, using the rocky wall for support. He gets a moment of recovery before Pyro presses him against the wall again, unbuttoning the rest of his coat and undershirt, hands slipping under them in order to explore Avid’s torso. Pyro’s lips lock around Avid’s throat for the nth time, continuing to decorate it with little dark marks that likely won’t last more than an hour. His fangs skim over Avid’s skin each time, and each time it makes Avid’s breath hitch, eyes fluttering shut. He rests his hands on their hips, bracing himself as their hand flits over one of his nipples, body spasming slightly. Their hand crosses over his chest as the other curls around his back, pulling them flush against each other, and–Pyro stops.
Why is he stopping?
Avid lets out a whine, cracking open his eyes to see Pyro unabashedly staring at Avid’s chest, face aflame with stolen blood. “Pyro?”
“You have a nipple piercing??” Pyro’s voice sounds strained, tearing their gaze away to look at Avid. “And why do you only have one?”
Oh. Yeah, he forgot about that. “Um. Poor, impulsive choices as a teenager? I–um. Didn’t get the chance to put the other one in today, since–since you tried to kill me in my room.” Avid averts his eyes. “It’s, uh, it’s steel, if you’re curious, not silv–NGH–” Avid lets out a keen as Pyro dives down, running his tongue over the highly sensitive spot, teeth gently snagging and pulling on the piercing. Avid starts panting, a litany of ‘ah, ah, ah’s whined into the stale air, curling one hand over the nape of Pyro’s neck, the other gripping their shoulder tightly. “Shit–Pyro–”
Pyro’s hand busies itself with the other nipple, tweaking and rubbing, while the other works on removing Avid’s belt. There’s a bit of fumbling before Pyro finally swears, pulling back in order to see what he’s doing, letting Avid bask in, well, everything that was happening.
He had a lot of expectations for this mining trip, and this certainly hadn’t been one of them.
Finally succeeding in their task, Avid’s pants now slipped past his boots, he can’t help but let out a relieved whine as his dick is freed. It swiftly turns into a moan as Pyro wraps a hand around it, gathering an embarrassingly large amount of slick precum onto his fingers. Before he can process it, Avid is forcefully turned around, hands scrabbling for a place against the rocks as a finger works into him without warning. “Pyro–! God, fuck.” He lets out a low, breathy moan, leaning his forehead against his arm, instinctively pushing back against it. He has to bite his lip as a second one joins the other, then a third, hardly seconds apart, gliding in and out a lot easier than they would’ve a week ago, yet stretching just as painfully. He risks a glance over his shoulder, managing to glimpse Pyro staring down at the sight with an unusually captivated expression, eyes wide and pupils dilated, to the point where the red is hardly visible anymore. Since when has Pyro looked so hot? “I–I, fuck, Pyro–you–hah–” Avid moans, twisting his head back around as their fingers curl perfectly into that little spot, pleasure spiking up his spine as he arches his back. “Please, please, Pyro, I c-can’t–more, please-”
A desperate whine crawls out of his throat as the fingers retract, growing into a louder, wailing moan as they’re quickly replaced by Pyro’s dick in one harsh thrust. He bottoms out all at once, a hand returning to the back of Avid’s head, fingers threaded through his hair once again. Pyro exhales slowly, cold air blooming over Avid’s neck, making him shudder. “Mmh, you’re perfect, like this. Like you belong on my dick, Avid.” Pyro rolls his hips, grinding further into Avid, drawing another jagged sob from him. It’s so good, feels so good, wonderful even, and he can’t help but grind against Pyro, craving more, more, more. “You, mmnh, already know that, though, don’t you? Know that you’re just a pretty little whore for me. For Scott. Hell, I bet you’d even give yourself up to Owen, wouldn’t you?” Avid whines, mind already running wild with filthy ideas.
“Pleasepleaseplease, Pyro–” They aren’t moving and Avid is about to start screaming if they don’t start thrusting in the next three seconds. Everything is so much and not enough, the pressure having been constantly built up since Pyro first bit him. Call Avid desperate, but for fucks sake–
As if his thoughts had been read, Pyro pulls almost all the way out, and before Avid can whine about it, they snap forward again, hard, and Avid starts seeing fucking stars. Pyro sets a brutal pace, hips slamming against Avid, thrusting into him wildly as a growl rumbles in Pyro’s chest. Their hand tightens around Avid’s hair and pulls, yanking Avid’s head back and forcing him to bare his still-very-mottled neck, and they lean forward, somehow managing to thrust even deeper. His lips hover over Avid’s revealed shoulder, from where his shirt had managed to slip down, heavy pants ghosting over the skin and lighting it aflame. Avid can’t even formulate any words, unravelling into nothing but filthy moans and sobs and a few “yesyesfuckyesPyro–” as they uncaringly press him into the rough wall, stones cutting into Avid’s palms as Pyro fucks him.
“Fuck, goddamn annoying, ngh, s-slut,” Pyro snarls into his shoulderblade, tongue dragging from bitemark to bitemark, “f-fucking up–shit–fucking up my pl-plans. An-Annoyingly persistent. Annoy–haah–ingly pretty thorn in my–in my side.”
Not much of what Pyro says gets through the sex-drunk haze that settled over Avid’s brain, simply registering a few keywords. Pyro thinks he’s pretty?
Avid just whines out Pyro’s name, over and over, as they plant their free hand on his hip, gripping it tightly as they start pulling him back when they move forward. Fuckfuckfuckfuck–a noisy keen rips out of Avid when Pyro leans just that bit forward and his cock starts hitting that spot, over, and over–”Pyro, fuck, pleasepleaseplease, harder–close, so close–please–”
Pyro’s fangs bury themselves into Avid’s shoulder and he screams, tipping way over the edge as he comes, splattering against the stones. The hand in his hair tightens before falling away, claws making their way down and curling around Avid’s throat, straining his cries as Pyro tightens his hold. Their claws prick his skin, but that isn’t Avid’s concern right now, because Pyro wasn’t slowing down. Rather, they had picked up the pace, pressing Avid’s body up against the rocks, ramming into him harder and faster. Too much, too much, the pleasure is way too much, gasping and keening and moaning loud enough to echo down the main cave, boots scraping against the ground as Avid practically thrashes. He’s not sure whether it’s to chase the overstimulating pleasure or escape it. He feels so much, overloaded, overwhelmed, amazing, and it’s all so breathtaking as he whines out pleas of ‘too much’ or ‘more’. It’s made all the more… everything when Pyro’s fangs are dragged out and sunk back in, in an entirely new spot, not draining but simply just there, and then he does it again, then again, then again, as Avid winds tighter and tighter and–he’s cumming again, a silent wail making his mouth hang open.
Pyro’s thrusts fall out of rhythm and pacing, bucking into Avid with abandon, until his hips stutter once more and he, like his fangs, buries himself deep into Avid, shuddering violently. Avid trembles, barely keeping himself from slumping onto the floor, feeling a lot like gelatin. He is thoroughly enjoying all the overwhelming feelings as he calms down.
He lets out a low whine as Pyro slowly pulls out, followed by them retracting their teeth.
“S-So, les-lesson learned, y-yeah?” Avid croaks, half-joking, wheezing into his arms. Gods, he is tired. Pyro just hums non-committedly, and he turns Avid’s pliant body around so they’re face-to-face again. They still don’t say anything, dazed eyes flitting over Avid slowly, likely taking in the whole picture. Avid tries again. “Pyro–woAH–”
Avid is cut off again, this time with a surprised yelp as Pyro curls his hands below Avid’s ass and suddenly lifts him into the air. He instinctively wraps his legs around Pyro’s waist, curling his arms around their neck for support. There’s a spark in Pyro’s eye as he gives Avid a grin that makes his stomach do backflips in delight. “Not quite.”
Their vampiric strength makes this position a whole lot easier, Pyro only having to hold Avid’s hips as they, once again, sink back into Avid.
“Nngh–too much, Pyro, too much–” he feels overstimulated to hell and back, every single one of his nerves on fire as Pyro leans him against the wall. Pyro gently rubs circles into his sides with his thumbs, shushing Avid quietly. Their voice is a low rasp, again, as they respond softly.
“Still gotta teach you a lesson, Avid.” He purrs, before his mouth is on Avid’s, swallowing any cries he makes as Pyro starts languidly thrusting into him again. It’s too much, it’s too much, it’s so fucking good and yet it hurts–
“Hhhnh,” Avid whines into the kiss, starting to buck into the thrusts, chasing after that growing pleasure, already building back up within seconds. The kiss quickly turns messy as Pyro’s thrusts pick up speed again, pressing Avid up against the wall with each one, and Avid has to pull away in order to throw his head back.
“Nhh–Avid, Avid, f-fuck–” Pyro pants, hastily dragging Avid’s head down and into another make-out, muffling each others moans. It builds and builds, coiling tightly as Avid rolls his hips in time, and as Pyro nips at his bottom lip and pulls away again.
“Close, again, close, Gods, Pyro–hhhhaHn!” Avid spasms as Pyro’s hand finally, finally wraps around Avid’s cock, skillfully twisting his wrist, mismatched against his thrusts. They’ve nearly matched the same pace as minutes prior, fucking up into Avid wildly, brushing against that spot, and his vision blurs and unblurs and blurs and he’s seeing stars again. Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck. “Ngh, more, more, please–fucking–fuck–!”
He certainly doesn’t last as long this time, clamping down around Pyro as his orgasm peaks, breathlessly whining nonsensical babble. Pyro groans, thrusts once–twice–thrice–then bottoms out and stills, unable to catch their breath (that wasn’t there in the first place). Avid heaves out a reflexive breath, trying to calm down his shaking limbs. He feels like he could sleep for months, after this, exhaustion hitting him like a truck. It’s a good thing Pyro was holding him, because he’s positive he would’ve just dropped to the floor like a ragdoll, by now. Instead, he just drops his head onto Pyro’s shoulder, comfortably.
Gods, he feels amazing. Like he’s floating. And with a spare glance to Pyro, he can imagine that they feel similarly.
“H-How’s th-that for an, hah, an apology?” Avid finally rasps, letting out a tired giggle.
Pyro blinks rapidly, processing his words, brows knitting together in confusion. “Apology?”
“I’ve been tr-trying to for the–for the past while. Since I t-turned. I ow-owed you an apol-apology for what I did t-to you. You are very h-hard to apologize to, by the–by the way.” Pyro makes a weird, strangled sound, so Avid figures he should keep talking. “Pr-Probably poor timing, but, n-no time like the–the present. I’m–I’m sorry.”
Pyro doesn’t respond verbally. They, instead, reach up and lift Avid’s chin, staring him down for a moment before pulling Avid in and slamming their lips together. He gives a surprised sound, but melts into it regardless, carding his fingers through their hair. This is nice.
He pulls back, gaining a smug grin at the dazed look on Pyro’s face. “So, i-is that a ‘apology accepted’ kiss, or–”
“Y’know, when I said I wanted you two to bond, this isn’t what I expected.” Both of them freeze, slowly turning to see Scott peering down the tunnel they were in. Fortunately, the elder just seems amused at the sight, Avid panting heavily with a fucked-out expression and Pyro still firmly buried in his ass. “But, as delightful as it is to see this, I do still need that deepslate. So. Please do that, instead.”
Avid winces, and so does Pyro, exchanging looks with each other as the elder returns to the staircase.
They both had completely forgotten about their initial task.
At least Pyro wasn’t trying to kill Avid anymore.