Sanguinem et Aurum-A Marius de Romanus Lover

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Marius/Armand

There was auburn hair between the red blankets, eyes shining amber in the soft light, an invitation offered with a hand. And from the desk a smile was given in response, but the invitation remained suspended. Amadeo had never accepted a no from him, Armand, now, in this new life they had embraced together, neither. Marius had opened his arms and Armand had plunged into that embrace, their indestructible love had made them one again. That day had long since passed, it amazed and filled their hearts, as their love was unchanged. Armand got out of bed, letting the scarlet sheet follow his decisive movements. Those movements that brought him into Marius' arms, buried his face in Marius' neck in his blond hair, held tightly to him, Armand brought his request, knowing that his Master, would grant it: "Hold me, until I smell like you."

Marius smiled and sank his nose into Armand's curls, reveling in his ancient scent. He ran his hands over the silken skin, holding him close. He caressed his throat with the tip of his nose, then opened his mouth over the bluish vein, licking it, sucking it gently. Armand's hands slipped curiously into her velvet tunic, undoing its laces, buttons, caressing the immortal skin as he offered himself to his Master as prey. "Hold me, they all must know I am yours," he whispers as he feels fangs graze his throat. It was a deep bite, taking him as he would have if the organ between his legs had miraculously begun to function. He drank slowly, the blood pushed from his heart to Marius' mouth, sliding over his tongue, down his throat, spilling into his own veins.

He let go of his throat, and the fingers that had previously gently caressed her skin and hair became harder, as Armand liked it. His curls were pulled back, his throat exposed, his mouth wide open in sweet pain. It was not so different from when they were in Venice, from when he could read her twisted mind and understand what his boy really wanted: passion, violence, something total and visceral. The Master and the novice. The Master with his creature. He bit his tongue, his mouth invaded by his own blood. He then spat it onto the face of his beautiful cherub. In an instant the white skin was covered with a ruby-colored splash. Most of the blood had gone into his mouth, but a few drops had smeared his cheeks, nose and chin, really making him look like the creature from some horror movie. Armand smiled, delighted at that private and intimate humiliation. "This is the only way my scent can stay on you, Amadeo." Feral as a cruel little animal, Armand smiled. He scratched his newly exposed skin, under his open tunic, making Marius hiss in pain, between his teeth. As soon as blood came out of the tiny scratches, Armand picked it up with his tongue, smearing his face still, laughing like a human boy. How his love lost his composure when he laughed. His laughter had the power to seduce anyone, even the Devil. Except that the Devil was himself.

He leaned his head against his shoulder, as if exhausted, wrapping his arms around his Master's body, comforted by his strong arms. "Hold me tight, Master," he said in a low voice, licking the hard skin of his neck, before biting down hard on it. He loved to hear his Master laughing in pleasure, in pain, devoured by those lovely little fangs. There was nothing in the world like his Master's blood.

There was nothing in the world like the erotic exchange of blood for the two of them, staying in the room for nights on end, like two newlyweds on their honeymoon. But their honeymoon could last for centuries. (I have used DeepL translator)