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The neon lights of the Baronesses hotel, a beacon to those seeking respite from the cold, flickered just outside the window of her least luxurious room. The sounds that had filled the space only moments before, raw and primal noises of hunger and desire, had faded into silence bar the rhythmic flow of heavy breathing.
Normally this part of the evening would be exactly when the two men parted ways.
But tonight something was different.
Neither moved, and either spoke.
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Aka Doorman and Drifter have a post sex cuddle and battle with their emotions
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“Divine blood is a rare treat. Can't waste the opportunity to indulge while I'm in town.”
“Yet you've clearly already gorged yourself.” Doorman practically spat, trying to shift from underneath the other man only to find his strength too much for even his own broad frame. “You don't need my blood, you've fed enough.”
“Well ‘haps you're a pallet cleanser, wash away the taste o’ alleyway filth. Maybe you're the grand finale, or maybe, just maybe” he smirked, digging his claws deeper into Doorman's shoulder and feeling warm blood pool around each incision “ya nothin’ more than another quivering meal
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Aka ‘old friend's' reunite in a dark alleyway and Doorman feels a new human emotion for the first time. Pain. -
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In the long time Drifter had known the Doorman, there were a few things he knew the god wouldn't do.
One, Doorman wouldn't come to him willingly.
Two, the god wouldn't engage in unnecessary physical contact with him.
So when Doorman appeared at his hotel room without reason, Drifter was already mildly on edge.
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Doorman has a particularly bad day and seeks comfort from an unexpected place.
Inspired by an art piece by @ChosenTragedy (https://x.com/Chosentragedy/status/1963748102214738051?t=oI4M5ADoCuxfXMBxArae1g&s=19)
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“Was just hopin’ you still did room service. Main reason ah came to pay a visit was the food.” Drifter grinned, getting uncomfortably close to the man in front of him “‘Been too long since I tasted the blood of a god.”
“And it hasn't been long enough since I've had to avoid your stench. You smell like a box of rusty nails.” Doorman clipped back, unbothered by the looming vampire who's lifeless breath was now tickling his neck.
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Aka Drifter wants to cash in on an old deal, Doorman isn't going to let him do so easily.
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Jamison is dying. Years of living in a radiation twisted hellscape have finally taken their toll, just as things where starting to get better. But among all the chaos that comes with secretly dying while trying to help save the world, he wasn't supposed to fall in love with the order loving Vishkar agent. He wasn't supposed to find a reason to live.
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