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[dermondversteckt]

((Kronid Dascalu - Progenitor Vampire - Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay over 18 (appears 31) - Absolute Bastard Ratman and Traveling Musician))

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[sandinmyhair]

He blinks. "Me, personally? Ah... sometimes, if someone wants a vision and they're here really late." A soft, self-effacing laugh follows that. "I don't get a lot of social calls, if that's what you mean." His gaze moves away as his hand rubs the back of his neck--a slew of physical cues that this man just... isn't as popular as the rest of his family, for whatever reason.

"But, I mean, if you wanna talk a while, I can do that." He moves to the door and closes it before wavering in an indecision. He doesn't want to appear too standoffish and remain near the door, but he doesn't want to get all up in this stranger's business by sitting next to him on the bed and there aren't any chairs and... oh well. He sits on the bed, a small distance away from Kronid, just at arm's length. "Are you feeling any better?"

He finds himself leaning a little nearer to him, that sound wicking into his subconscious and drawing him in.

[dermondversteckt]

Bruno's every antsy motion, every uneasy word is taken in with a sharp, attentive gaze. So, a relatively solitary man. Eager to please. Probably lonely.

Perfect.

When the door is shut and the human comes close to sit, Kronid nods a little, fingers still playing at the coins. "A bit. It always takes me a little time to recover from the vertigo. I am as glad for your company as I am surprised to hear you have few stopping by for social reasons...a pretty thing like you."

A measured beat, followed by practiced sheepishness. A web he's spun over and over and over again. "Oh, listen to me. That was so forward, I do apologize. I have been alone on the road for too long."

Slinging off his satchel, then his coat, Kronid acts like he had said nothing out of the ordinary.

"Visions, you keep mentioning. So are you the one the town mentioned? Who can see the future?"

[sandinmyhair]

Is that a warm, reddish flush to Bruno's skin? An almost imperceptible quickening of his pulse?

Yes. Yes, it is. He's incredibly unused to compliments, especially any regarding his appearance. No, he's too scruffy, too small, too tired-looking to fully believe he could be considered any kind of attractive. Which is a shame, because he has lovely soft hair and warm eyes of an intriguing jade colour, and the line of his neck to his collarbones is so graceful and almost delicate. His gaze darts again.

The idea of the townspeople mentioning him, however, turns it to a hot blush. "No, no, they don't talk about Bruno," he says instinctively before he stops himself, taking a few breaths. "Well, I mean, I guess they do now..." Another self-conscious laugh. "But... yeah, that's me. I see the future, good or bad."

He wishes this hadn't come up, but it was kind of inevitable. He toys with the frayed hem of his ruana, suddenly acutely aware that it's three sizes too big. Sure, this Kronid fellow isn't much larger than he is, but he seems to wear that small stature a little more... deliberately. And with clothes that fit him. Inwardly, Bruno upbraids himself--good lord, you're not a kid, you could have had this stupid thing taken in and hemmed at any time....

He's lost in thought, now, quite involuntarily.

[dermondversteckt]

The quickening of Bruno's pulse certainly does not go unnoticed - nor does the tantalizing way the blood rushes through his skin, or the delicate lines of his neck.

Of course, Kronid's reason for looking at all of those things is less attraction, and more the fact that he is deeply, deeply hungry.

"Good or bad," he repeats, making a show of easing off his vest, unbuttoning the top couple of buttons to his shirt. Casual, but - careful, practiced. He hums a little as he does it, an alluring, mysterious little tune. Drawing Bruno further in.

He looks up finally, expression softened, eyes bright and looking oh-so-intently.

"That must be so difficult for you. People do so love to shoot the messenger, especially if all you can tell them is the truth."

If he's lonely, and if the reaction to his compliment had been what it was...well, time to make a move. He leans over slightly, resting a hand on the other man's thigh, wearing his best look of concern.

"It's hard, when the thing people expect from you is also the thing they despise you for."

[sandinmyhair]

He should run. There's something predatory going on, here. Casita was unsettled and that never happens with a visitor....

Then again, it could be something so simple as the fact that he's a stranger and there are no strangers in this village. Honeyed words are merely something Bruno's never heard. The little tune slides further past his defences and when he's touched....

"Yeah. Yeah, it's... it's not good. But of an understatement, really...."

When did he move so close to this man? Close enough to... to....

[dermondversteckt]

There is a choice to make, here. An interesting one. It would be easy, just to take what he wants, get out...but there are three things that are true, at present. One is that he is in the middle of a house full of people who were, no doubt, fiercely protective of their own.

The second is that the house itself is watching.

The third is that Bruno is...such a soft touch, so malleable. Lonely. Likely to be sympathetic. Why not take a chance? Why kill the cow for the milk?

"...Nice that you understand."

Kronid closes the distance, reaching out to grab Bruno by the back of the head to pull him into a sudden, forceful, open-mouthed kiss. One which, if Bruno pays even a bit of attention, may send up red flags in the form of all four canines and his upper incisors, all extended to cruel points.

If he doesn't notice during the kiss, he will certainly do so when Kronid pulls back, allowing himself to pant with his lips parted.

A risky gambit. Let's see how it plays.

[sandinmyhair]

Bruno makes a quiet little surprised sound when he's pulled in, just a brief Mh? his eyes wide. They lose focus and then fall shut as he relaxes into it.

He tastes like tea with a faint undercurrent of liquor, like warm and lazy nights. But more than that, some kind of energy tingles on his skin, a hum of power just below the surface, further speaking of the magic that courses through him, winds around him.

When they part he is very still, his eyes easing open. He's suspected there was something odd about the other's teeth and now that he sees them he can't pull his gaze from them. Fangs. This can't be put down to unfortunate dentition, there are too many other factors--that cold skin, the sudden illness after consuming normal food, Casita's restlessness...

"You're a... you're a...." vampire. He can't say it. He's invited a vampire into their midst. A tumult of emotion rattles in his mind. He's angry at himself for his own naivete, immediately panicked that this man will kill his whole family... and, shamefully, a little betrayed that the only person who showed any interest in him was someone who will probably kill him, too.

But all that falls out of his face is, "just my luck, huh?" He wilts. "What do you want?"

[dermondversteckt]

"Yes - I am."

There it is. The pretense is gone, the facade fallen away - or a layer of it, at least. Kronid watches Bruno go from spellbound to crestfallen, and it would be a quick and simple thing, to end it here. Or to respond with a threat.

But that can be plan B, perhaps, for this one. Instead of hardening his expression, he softens it - putting his hands up a little in a placating fashion. He does his best to look a bit pathetic, cringing back, turning his head like he's flinching away from the Seer's gaze.

"Please - I am sorry, I just - I'm used to having to hide it. What you said just now, I'd hoped...well, never mind. I can't beg your understanding, not for this."

He wraps one hand over his gut, grimy fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt.

"I'm starving, Bruno, and I - I admit my intentions were less than pure, I do, but you have been nothing but kind. I can't do this. Not to you. Not now."

[sandinmyhair]

More thoughts add themselves to the swirling storm in his mind. Like everyone else, his conception of vampires has been coloured by the likes of Stoker, painted as lethal, threatening, but somehow seductive creatures who draw a person in and then kill them. A towering, immaculate apparition.

Kind of like a seven-foot-frame.

Bruno rubs his hands over his face, trying to push his thoughts into some kind of order. How much of this is a ruse? How much isn't? And if he died or ended up a vampire, himself, well...

They'd lived without him just fine for ten years.

"I won't lie, I... felt a little used. But I'm no stranger to that. If I... offer myself, if... I have to die, will you spare the others? I don't want them to die... because of me."

[dermondversteckt]

"If I intended to kill you now, Bruno, you would not have pulled away from that kiss."

While the other man rakes his hands over his face, Kronid's hands find his necklace again, resuming their fidgets, their jingling beats. More little beats winding like snakes through the air, wrapping around Bruno, hissing with honeyed tongues.

Insurance, mostly.

"You don't have to die. And I can leave the rest of your family alone. I was going to drain you, yes, but - but I got to thinking. And I think you can help me."

His eyes wander briefly down to Bruno's pulse point - he winces, exaggerated, doubling over a little where he sits.

Look pathetic. Look hungry. Look tired and dirty, lonely. Maybe a couple of those even have kernels of truth within.

"Please. Hear me out. That's what I ask first. Just listen to the pleas of a desperate, solitary creature."

[sandinmyhair]

"Oh. Right," he answers softly. He'd already be dead. It's terrifying and reassuring at the same time.

He watches the other as he says this, a puzzled look giving way to a darting gaze which gives way to concern. He suspects that some of this broken appearance is an act--it takes an actor to recognise an actor--but not all of it. So even though he's sure that if he tried to leave he'd be murdered on the spot, it's the grains of truth that settle into his mind.

"Okay," he says, a slightly rueful smile crossing his face. "I've gotten myself into it this far. The only way to go is forward. Tell me what's on your mind."

[dermondversteckt]

Bruno is astute in thinking some of this is an act. Kronid has a young, pretty face, boyish and wide-eyed - but you don't make it for centuries upon centuries without learning to make the way you look work in your favor.

So he pushes relief into his smile, a grin now, showing off those long, jagged teeth.

"I don't have to drain a person completely - just mostly. It can be dangerous for me to leave the job half done, because usually if my...my prey can't get help or a transfusion fast enough, letting them live is a cruel death anyway."

His tongue briefly darts out to wet his lips a little before he continues.

"But most people do not have a sister who can heal broken bones and...wounds. I could feed from you and you could come back from it in no time."

[sandinmyhair]

That... makes far too much sense. As though it were planned. Perhaps it was. Perhaps this Kronid fellow simply put a few steps of logic together to find an easy and stable food source.

Can he blame him? People migrate to advantageous locations for resources all the time.

"If anyone finds out..." He trails off, not wanting to tip his hand. He's sure that the whole family together could likely take down a vampire, no matter how ancient. Between them they had instant access to every vampire-hunting method, in one way or another.

And then what? What would become of him? He let this man in, after all. They wouldn't have to fight in the first place if it weren't for him.

"It'll have to be secret. But that'll be easy. You don't spend ten years scavenging food without learning a few ways to not be noticed." He reaches into a pocket under his ruana and produces a paper-wrapped bundle. Magic wafts from it, almost like a scent. "It only lasts a day but I can collect some every morning." He's not going to mention that he's been doing that every day even after he'd rejoined the family, out of nothing more than paranoid habit. "Juli's arepas can cure it, I'm sure."

[dermondversteckt]

For a moment, the vampire is ready with a rebuttal for hesitance. An ace up his grimy sleeve, something he's already got in place - but then Bruno is already accepting this. Already prepared, even.

Perfect. He can hold on to that insurance for now. His grin turns very pleased indeed, stormy eyes following the man's movements.

"That works well enough - I will need to sleep at daybreak. You will be able to recover, and...well, if I feed while everyone is asleep, you will be able to...pull yourself together, however you must."

His expression sharpens by degrees, tone of voice sliding smoothly from pleading innocence to something a bit... different. His necklace clink-clink-clinks.

"After all, being bitten can feel...good, if you are giving willingly. Very good, if I see to it. And you would be doing me quite the favor."

That lonely nature Bruno's got will come in handy in terms of enticement, Kronid suspects.

[sandinmyhair]

That makes sense, again, yes. He's pretty much accepted his role in this and whatever might have to come of it.

The more Kronid speaks of how this would feel, however, the more Bruno flushes, his gaze darting. Is he that transparent? Is it that obvious how skin-hungry he is? He honestly can't remember the last time he felt anything even resembling a sensuous touch.

He notices how he's grown a bit breathless again, how a shiver runs though him. Is it worth giving up his own blood for a bit of pleasure from someone who likely feels nothing for him and just as likely never will?

Yes. Yes, it is. He's just that pathetic.

"How good?" he asks. He finds himself moving closer, again.

[dermondversteckt]

Barely a few words, and Bruno is shuddering. It isn't hard to figure out how this is likely best to go, what the path of least resistance is.

And hey, at least it's a fun path.

He chuckles as Bruno pulls closer, voice descending further from would-be terror to a rumbling, accented purr. The sound is...pleasing to the ear, very much by design. Kronid knows this isn't going to require hypnosis...but damn if a little can't enhance the situation.

"...The bite itself feels good by design, if we don't want to kill our prey. So that the prey will want to come back for more, you see. It's all instinct. As for how good it will feel for you...."

A long-nailed (clawed, it's obvious now) hand moves to Bruno's knee, then slides a few inches up his thigh.

"There's more than one reason we may want to see to it we are not disturbed."

[sandinmyhair]

It definitely has Bruno's eyes lidded and unfocussed, the touch drawing a soft sigh from him. His skin is very warm.

"This is... as good a place as any," he murmurs slowly. "These rooms aren't... as magically connected as the others.... Probably the most private place in the house."

His gaze drops to Kronid's hand. He's flushed again, but he manages a bit of a smile as he looks at the other through thick black eyelashes. "I'm not... I'm not very good at this. It's been too long since-since anyone's touched me this way...." He swallows audibly, inching even closer, so close the warmth from his skin can be felt. He's still too hesitant to touch the other, but he lets his eyes fall shut.

"What will you do?" he whispers. "Tell me...."

[dermondversteckt]

"Good."

The warmth has a way of drawing Kronid further in - he seeks it, on some level. Warmth means life, it means blood. He's so cold all the time he scarcely feels it anymore, so coming into contact with a living thing is a bit like laying on a hot rock in the sun.

(Not that he has been able to do that for centuries. But in hot climates, he can bury himself in earth warmed by the day. It's something.)

"You don't have to be good at anything - you only have to relax...."

The hand that isn't on Bruno's thigh comes to rest on his lower back, sliding up and down, scratching lightly at his spine through the fabrics of his shirt and ruana.

"What I will do depends on what you want," he whispers, leaning in so his lips are very near Bruno's ear. "I can go in for it now, just like this...I can lay you back, maybe get your shirt off, make you comfortable...."

A dark little chuckle.

"Or if you want more than that... you'll find I can be very accommodating. And I have no hesitations whatsoever about touching or laying with another man."

May as well come right out and say it, lay the cards on the table. This man is a little rough around the edges, but...he has nice eyes, pretty hair, a graceful line to his neck and shoulders. Kronid can and has done far worse.

[sandinmyhair]

ohgod... ohgod....

Despite their chill, the fingers along his back send almost overwhelming sensation wicking into his spine, making it twitch. A soft, pleasured sound escapes him, little louder than a sigh. He's already melting and Kronid has scarcely touched him.

After a beat, he shifts his weight a bit and pulls the ruana over his head, removing it and carefully letting it drop to the floor. Without it it's clear how small and almost delicate-looking his frame is, his partially unbuttoned shirt showing the line of his collarbones. The shirt itself is untucked--it would make removing the rest of his clothing really easy.

"Mmh, a decision," he murmurs. "I don't have any objection to men, either." A flare of hunger has him feeling a little braver and he gently places warm hands on Kronid's chest. One of those hands moves up over his neck to thread into the hair at the back of his head before moving back down to softly press heat against the vampire's collarbone.

After another beat, Bruno closes his eyes again and leans backward, lying on his back, gently tugging the other with him. "I don't say much about what I want most of the time, but... mmhh... I do want your touch... I do want you to lay with me...." He smiles slightly. "This time I wanna get something out of helping someone, huh?"

[dermondversteckt]

There is something rapt, something hungry in the way that Kronid watches Bruno remove his ruana. The other man is small, like him, but a little bit taller - more emaciated, perhaps, than petite. The warm hands running over him make him purr a little in the back of his throat...he's so cold, all over, like touching marble in a cold room. His hair is greasy, a bit caked with dirt, but the curls are soft all the same.

When he is tugged on, he obliges, easily falling atop his prey and throwing his leg over Bruno's to straddle him. The response makes him grin a wicked little grin, and he drops his hips for just a moment, still clothed, grinding just a little before rising back up enough to remove his own shirt. Thin, filthy, almost delicate, but deceptively strong.

"Then you will have it. You will have me, and I will have your blood," he purrs, hands sliding to tease at Bruno's waistband. Practiced patterns. At least sex hasn't lost all its fun, after all this time. Everyone is just different enough.

"I'll bite you during. The last question I need to ask you is...do you want me to take you...or ride you?"

[sandinmyhair]

Bruno is already flushed a dusky red, a fine sheen of sweat causing his hair to cling to his face and neck in little coffee-black whorls. Kronid grinds down on hot, swelling flesh, drawing forth a soft and breathy quivering moan. He trembles with desire at every touch, his own hands roaming over Kronid's chest and sides, heedless of the dirt and the chill. Everything about Bruno is hushed, intensity in his gentle hands. He pauses, faced with another decision, and it's with another soft moan that he whispers, "Mmmmmh, want you inside me..."

He's glassy-eyed with need, hands now fumbling to undo Kronid's trousers. When he succeeds he'll slip hot fingers inside, feeling out how hard the other man is.

[dermondversteckt]

"Then inside you I will be."

Truly, he wouldn't have had to mesmerize this man at all, in slightly more solitary circumstances. Bruno is practically radiating lust, skating soft hands over Kronid's pale skin. For the most part, the vampire is stoic, evenly purring as he is touched.

There is a scar, however, halfway between left collarbone and left nipple - a distinct sort of puncture wound - that makes him groan when he is touched, hips twitching. He allows Bruno to snake hands past his waistband, against him: he had been a little stiff already from the promise of sex and blood, but the warm fingers that touch at him?

He hisses, the sound low and animal, before he pulls back enough to grab his bag. From it, he pulls a little bottle, looking between it and Bruno with devious intent.

"...Take your trousers and undergarments off for me," he commands, pouring a bit of oil into his hand, making a show of slicking down his fingers.

[sandinmyhair]

There's a pause as Bruno catches his breath. He reluctantly lets go of Kronid and starts to unfasten his trousers, his eyes slipping shut as his fingers move so close to such desperate flesh. Because of that, though, it occurs to him to do this slowly, maybe give the other something to watch. So he continues with the fastenings, letting a gentle, breathy sound escape him as he eases his trousers down, taking a pair of soft grey boxers with them, sliding fabric over his hips. He lets his hand move over his swelling cock as he slips the clothing the rest of the way down, lifting his hips slightly. When they're clear he tugs them the rest of the way off and drops them to the floor, as well.

Lying back again, he looks up at Kronid with slightly unfocussed eyes, his hands moving to the bottom button of his shirt, unfastening it slowly. He'd say something salacious, but he's lost all words, slowly unravelling into mindless need.

[dermondversteckt]

More than anything, Kronid is hungry...but that doesn't mean he can't enjoy the process. Gray blue eyes watch closely as Bruno bares himself, at the slow, languid way he works himself out of his clothing.

While he's sitting back, he toes off his boots, letting them fall to the floor near the foot of the bed. Standing briefly, he pries off his filthy slacks, then his briefs, kicking them unceremoniously away once he's exposed his own stiffening cock. He could have dragged the stripping out, but...no, he needn't.

Climbing back into the bed, he reaches out to trace his long, filthy nails up the other man's inner thighs, softly enticing his legs open.

He says nothing, humming a haunting tune as he keeps his eyes on the Seer's hands, on his throat, on his cock. He grabs the bottle of oil, pouring some out, slicking his fingers down thoroughly.

Preparing.

[sandinmyhair]

His shirt unbuttoned, Bruno languidly works his way free of it, arching his spine. A soft sound accompanies it, and when Kronid's hands slide along his thighs he lets his legs fall to either side. He pants for breath.

The tune winds around his mind, drawing another sound from him as his eyes fall shut. His hands reach out to stroke at whatever part of the other man he can reach. He swallows, adam's apple bobbing, the pulse at his throat almost visible. His throbbing, swollen cock has grown hard, and he can't quite keep his hips still.

Tilting his head back, he lets his thoughts drop away, his mind sinking further and further away with every touch. An almost plaintive sound hums in his throat.