Ni Solo - Bloodhair and Skorpa | December 26, 2022

 

~Biker/Supernatural verse mixed.

Snow fell heavily on the street of Stockholm, and not but a few lights could be seen on the dark street. What had once been a thriving business district was now mostly run-down condemned buildings, warehouses and a few smaller establishments that had just managed to stay afloat as the city rose around it and times had changed. One such place the old bar on the corner of the street. It was quiet mostly. One homeless man sat huddled outside the doors in a few coats and using the building to break the freezing wind that blew the snow heavily from above.

What a Christmas, not many were out. In fact the inside of the bar was not more than three older gentlemen playing pool in the corner, a man sitting slouched in the corner and the bartender. A tall grizzly looking fellow who one didn't need to get close to in order to be able to tell the homeless man outside likely smelt better. In fact at one point when up getting his drink, Sigurd swore he'd smelt straight onion on his thick breath and it nearly made him want to vomit. Unfortunately not many places were open either due to it being Christmas or because of the snow. Forget the fact it was nearly four in the morning now. He had perhaps three more hours as it was, if he decided to actually make it home at all.

Slowly opening his palm he stared down at the ring he'd been clenching all night long. At least they'd merely think she'd been mauled by dogs right? Except he couldn't get rid of that gnawing feeling of self-hate and regret in his stomach. He'd thought, however briefly… that revenge would be enough to settle for a time. It hadn't, not even as he watched the snow turn red once he'd had his fill.

"Refill?"

The bartender’s thick baritone brought him briefly back from his trance. God that smell! It was so bad he wanted it gone and would sooner barf then even call this one food. Even with the ever-tormenting sound of his heart beating a bit heavily. This whole bloodlust thing…. Not all it was talked up to be that was for sure. Not that he cared when he drained most. Not anymore than Skorpa. It was just so ANNOYING!

"No… think I'll actually close out my tab" He finally muttered moving to tossing a couple twenties down for the guy’s tip. Then sitting back he took a swig of the whiskey, dark blue hues for a moment watching as the man moved away to go retrieve his card and receipt. Feeling his phone buzzing in the pocket of his leather jacket he slowly let his eyes moving from the disgusting bartender, long enough to pull the device from his coat pocket and for a moment he eyed the text from Skorpa. Text number seventy-nine, just that night! Fuck it, he'd be back to their current lair before light. As he knew Skorpa would be as well and if he had to listen to the older man's endless harping on him about being careful so be it. However until then he was just going to ignore it and as the bartender came strolling near again with his check he moved to slip it into his pocket.

"Signature…. " The man spoke, coming to a stop at the table. You know if it wasn't for the smell, Sigurd might have considered sticking around to chat with the guy, perhaps even put him out of misery. His voice alone sounded as though he was just barely existing enough to make it to this shit job. Guess there could have been shittier lives right ….. then again he'd have paid money to trade positions with anyone else who'd managed to avoid the same level of heart break he wasn't sure would ever dull. Fucking bitch! Had he not given her everything!!? Well, ok to be fair he felt like he'd been saying that for longer than he could even remember. He only faintly remembered the good times enough to feel, stupid….

Moving to sign the paper and hand it back he again sat back for a moment. Only long enough to finish the drink in his hand of course! Eyes moving to the window he watched the snow falling for a long moment. Perhaps even longer than he knew but eventual he was moving to stand. Slowly making his way for the door he was inwardly hoping he'd been drinking long enough and that it had been long enough since he'd fed that .. 

As the cold air blew heavily over his features he stopped for a moment. Not much at all, in fact it nearly felt nice out to him. Taking in a breath he let his eyes close for the briefest on moments, hand searching in his pocket for his pack of cigarettes.

"Sir, sir do, do you, do you think that…" the man huddled up next to the building finally caught his attention. However without even thinking Sigurd's eyes shot towards him in a bit if a glare. Perhaps it was the face tattoo and dreads. Or perhaps it was the intensity in his gaze that made the man fall silent and soon he was apologizing pretending he'd thought he was someone else.

Taking in a slow breath Sigurd glanced away again and placed the cigarette between his lips. "I don't have any more cash…." He stated bluntly. Which was true, however after taking a drag and seeming to think for a moment he moved to pocket the cigarettes and reached to unzip the front part of the leather jacket he was wearing.

See as he figured, Skade had bought this near two years ago now. He needed to buy a new one as it was and ….  This man clearly needed it more than him right? Win-win and without burning a new coat. That and no one would think to track down his coat even if they were looking for evidence. Whatever few bloodstains were in the dark fabric invisible near the collar? Well this homeless man would be a detectives last stop if he was smart enough for that. Bye, bye whatever was left of evidence.

"No, no you really don't need to do all that. Won't you get cold?" The man had begun to argue as Sigurd neared moving to hand it to him.

"I don't get cold easily…. You need it more than me. Just take it, consider it a merry Christmas" He mused with a brief smile as he spotted the man's eyes lighting up. Reaching he took the jacket within his hands which were currently wrapped in what looked like pieces of scarf.

Well, there was a moment he briefly regretted being generous to any degree as the man had nearly started crying and thanking him. However he'd finally came up with reason to leave and started off into the blizzard which was only getting heavier as the morning drew closer. Heavy enough he doubted he'd be seeing anyone on his way home, except perhaps a few cars dumb enough to be out. Plus it being Christmas…. Who was out? The homeless and drunk losers like him who had no place better to be.

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Boots crunched in the soft white snow that covered the railway and his gaze had hardly left the white flurries that seemed to be dancing ahead of him. Stumbling along in a complete drunk stupor at this point, he could hardly even feel the cold air that blew across his near deathly pale features. That hunger again, twisting in his lower gut. He hasn't fed since Skade and a part of him didn't have the will power to purposely seek it out before the sun would be setting behind the thick clouds. Taking in a slow breath the cold was so harsh he swore it felt like pin pricks even in his lungs.

Suddenly pausing, his cold blue gaze lifted up from the snow long enough to zero in on the sudden smell he'd caught not far away. Vomit, methamphetamine, booze, and heavy hair spray. Another figure was stumbling across the tracks. A human, who also didn't seem to have noticed him yet. Watching for a long moment he sort of pondered his options here. Meth wasn't a good sign but, then again mixed with enough booze and…

Suddenly the human tripped and let out a bit of a cry as he'd lost his footing and…. He didn't move from where he now sat. A bit of sharper listening told him all he really needed to know as he heard the sobbing. He couldn't wait long, that gnawing in his stomach was growing. Especially with the thrumming sound of a heart beating out of control nearby. He took at least one normal step in that direction before…. He couldn't any longer. Patients had never been his strongest suit and even less so now as a fairly new made vampire. Closing the distance in a very little amount of time he only slowed right before the other.

"Rough day?..." He asked a bit casually. Mentally only waiting in hopes the dark-haired young man would look up at him long enough to try to at least charm him for a few seconds. A few seconds long enough to keep him from screaming when he attacked. Not many should be around or even able to hear but…. Best safe than sorry right? That and the more under control he had him he could also even avoid dropping a body. Possibly…. He'd only successfully done it once.

"What the!?" The male’s eyes shot up a bit nervously having not heard anyone approaching. Fingerless gloves wiping at his tear and eyeliner-streaked face.

"You will agree to everything I say" Sigurd spoke as the human’s eyes met his and for a moment especially with the other sudden eye twitching and shaking his head he thought he'd failed. Fucking tweakers! That and honestly he sucked at this. However just as quickly as he'd even thought that the other was nodding slowly in agreement. Had it worked that well? "Stand up …" he tested giving the human an instruction and much to his shock the other was soon moving to push from the ground slowly. A dazed look in his eyes as he stared at Sigurd. Was it the drugs? Was it merely the others clear mental place? He now felt like he had more questions than when he'd tried at first. However he hardly had time to think about it before he moved in fast to bite down into that perfect vein. He heard the other younger male his a bit in shock but then it was like he'd nearly lost his ability to stand as he'd begun to drink. His blood tasted, fairly thick perhaps? Whatever it was good enough he nearly contemplated not stopping. In fact he hadn't when he suddenly heard a voice shout.

"Noel! Noel, are you out here!!?"

Shit how had he not heard yet another! The voice was coming from near one of the long train box cars that was parked. Probably living out of it but that thought, Sigurd didn't consider until much later. In fact the voice had him stopping abruptly. Letting the other males body drop to the snow at his feet. The other damn near looked lifeless, shit, he'd probably die. Though considering that wasn't entirely a bad thing right? Hearing the footsteps of the other human nearing he glanced back just in time to see a male form rounding the corner. However it was dark and this one wore a jacket, and was suddenly shouting again. This time sounding panicked at what he was seeing. Ok, not good! However who'd believe tweakers right?

Like a bat out of hell he managed to bolt off the track and to the next street over. Leaving the one left alive to wonder what he'd even seen. Close call, at this point though he was partially just thankful he'd gotten a meal. His mind not once even going to the fact that Skorpa had warned him about making sure his victims were completely dead on a night of a new moon. Details right? Skade had been! He was pretty sure and even that he'd inwardly debated later….

He'd also eventually be arguing that the sky was so covered in thick clouds how could he have known! Still, this was a start to things he certainly wasn't imagining as he had continued down the street, teeth now chattering from the cold and hands under his arms. Glad he had at least worn a long sleeve as he now had enough blood flow to have him reacting to all of this in a human way. The cold that is, it stung and he couldn't have been more grateful than the moment the large abandoned looking apartment building had finally came into view ahead in the street. He was even sure he caught a whiff of his maker on the air. Morning was drawing near and it was definitely time to make it home in time to avoid the fatigue and illness one could even get if clouds blocked the sun's terrible light.

Merry Christmas, Sebastian! [SOLO]

 A very short solo that takes place on Christmas 2022. Mafiaverse AU (with no connection to One West Covina other than character names). Written February 26, 2023 and backdated. And YES, the person on the left of the banner is intended to be Sebastian, not Serena.

I initially intended to write more, but I had another idea that I had to start scribbling out in the journal so I cut it short. I might add more, but I think it's okay as-is.

As Sebastian became more accustomed to being useful to Erryk, he began to relax. He began to really settle into his relationship with Nathaniel. Nathaniel had consistently been kind and maybe even loving towards him since Sebastian and Trent had broken up. And of course, Sebastian knew he was better than George, Nathaniel’s office assistant who had an obvious crush on him.

Sebastian had considered flirting with Erryk after that night they’d spent snowed in, in Erryk’s car. He’d dismissed the idea pretty quickly, though. He’d made it abundantly clear how affected he was by his crush on Aemond. To date a member of the family’s staff so soon after declaring all that would only cheapen the meaning of his feelings. If they hadn’t taken him seriously before, they definitely wouldn’t if he made a move on Erryk. So he didn’t. He and Nate lived together, Nate wanted to take him out on dates, kiss him, sleep together and all that. Sebastian had no objections. He liked Nate. He wasn’t particularly fond of George, always hovering around Nate like a fruit fly, but George was tolerable and he was Nate’s friend, neighbour, and co-worker.

Nathaniel was good to him. He wanted to give Sebastian everything he needed, so Sebastian wasn’t too surprised to wake up a week before Christmas to a new addition to their household: A state-of-the-art, exquisite likeness of the beautiful Aemond Targaryen. The logo for Mad Tech Solutions was embossed on the droid’s charger hatch cover. Other than that, which was easily hidden by anything put on its back, it was impeccable. One lavender eye, one patched. Hair softer than silk. Skin clear and fair. The catlike shape of his lips…. The first thing Sebastian did after examining him was kiss those wonderful, charming lips. Aemondbot responded wondrously—He even feels like a real man—and Sebastian was grinning ear-to-ear when he went to the living room to thank Nathaniel.

“I didn’t buy you a robot,” Nate said, puzzled. “I don’t know where this… Aemondbot came from.”

“Strange,” Sebastian murmured. “Well… it’d be rude not to try out a gift.”

Troy/Aemond - The Experiment [WIP]

Written December 5, 2022. Fore-dated to sometime after Troy turns 18 for ...obvious reasons. Roughly transcribed from a dream.

 "Guess who?" Troy had come up behind Aemond and covered his face with both hands, then pecked his cheek and sat down beside him, taking back his hands.

"Aegon," muttered Aemond dryly. He always gave a different incorrect answer, just to keep things interesting.

"None of the above," Troy said with a grin. He took a peek at what Aemond was working on.

"Sociology," Aemond explained before Troy could ask. "I'm auditing."

"Ahh." Troy nodded and rested his chin comfortably on Aemond's shoulder. "I already finished my homework for this week, so if you want to study this together, I'm game."

"I'm good." Aemond checked his phone. "Aren't you usually at football practice right about now?"

"Mm." Troy made an unhappy noise. "I was, but one of my teammates tried to kiss me in the shower, so I ran for it."

"Hm." Aemond wasn't surprised. Troy was pretty touchy-feely with all his friends, so it was really only a matter of time before one of them made a move on him. They sat in silence for a while, then Aemond got up to get a soda.

"Hey." The teammate who'd tried to kiss Troy slid into the seat across the table. "Listen, man, I'm sorry about earlier. I didn't realize you had a boyfriend."

Troy looked at him, brow puckered in confusion. "Hey, Arthur. Actually, I don't date at all." He held up his hand so Arthur could see the purity ring.

"So, what, One-Eye isn't your boyfriend, but you still rub up against him like that?"

O... kay... that was weird. "Either way," Troy pointed out, "should you really be kissing people's mouths out of the blue like that?"

"What's the big deal? I thought you'd be into it. I mean, even if that guy was your boyfriend, you have to admit, I'm--"

"Okay, cool, so you're taking back your apology? I'll see you on the field. We're done here." It took a lot to make Troy irate, but here he was.

"--" Arthur had been about to say something when Aemond sat back down next to Troy, plopping a root beer in front of him. Troy smiled his thanks.

"Who's this?" Aemond asked.

"He was just leaving," Troy answered curtly. Aemond turned to face Troy and, with just a look between them, he knew. He pulled a knife out of his pocket and casually started cleaning his nails, making and maintaining eye contact with the man across the table. Arthur took the hint and left. Once he was gone, Troy visibly relaxed and Aemond put the knife away.

Troy took a sip of his root beer. "Can you believe Arthur thought you were my boyfriend?" he asked, trying to be lighthearted about the encounter.

"Most people do," Aemond replied. At Troy's shocked expression, he said, "When I go anywhere without you, people ask where my boyfriend is. They mean you."

Troy put his elbows on the table and his chin in his hand. "But I treat you the same way I treat all my friends," he said, bewildered.

"Some of them have crushes on you. Cygnet, for example. I would not be surprised if your teammate thought you'd led him on."

Troy frowned contemplatively. "I turn down everyone who asks me out. I'm clear about the fact that I'm not dating anyone. Why would they...?"

"Most men aren't so handsy with people they're just friends with." Aemond hadn't mentioned it before now because he'd noticed Troy was just touchy-feely with everyone, but did he really not know how people saw him? "Would you be comfortable with everyone touching you the way you touch them?"

Troy nodded. "Of course," he said. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Aemond wanted to demonstrate, but the quad was packed and he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention. "Hm." Then an idea came to him: Blaine had never reopened the church. Surely it would be deserted. He took out his phone and placed the call.

"This is Aemond. I need your help with a little experiment. Can we use the church? .... Thank you. And can you call Cygnet, and someone we don't know? .... Mm. We'll be there soon." Aemond ended the call and led Troy to his truck, and they drove to Blaine's church together.

Once inside, Aemond explained, "I want to do an experiment with you, Troy. I'll want to draw a boundary map on your body of places you feel comfortable being touched by a male friend, a female friend, an acquaintance, and a stranger. We'll start with how you normally interact with friends. When you start to get uncomfortable, tell us to stop and we'll mark the boundary with a piece of duct tape."

Troy took all this in and nodded. Cygnet clicked her pen, opened to a fresh page in her notepad, and began jotting down notes. Aemond led Troy to a simple foldaway chair and had him sit, then circled behind him. He draped his arms over Troy's shoulders, leaned in to rest his chin, and kissed Troy's cheek. Troy smiled but didn't otherwise react. Aemond brought his hands to Troy's shoulders, then ran one hand down each arm, pausing only to hold hands at the end. He moved one hand round to Troy's stomach, then up his chest, then his throat. When he lingered there, Troy looked back at him and raised his eyebrows. Aemond chuckled, Cygnet wrote something down that Blaine was whispering in her ear, and the experiment continued.

Aemond brushed his hands over Troy's ears. Troy pulled back and wrinkled his nose. "That feels funny," he protested. Blaine walked over and handed Aemond a Sharpie; Aemond marked the area just before Troy's ears. Then he took up a chair beside Troy and settled a hand on his stomach, slowly moving down. Troy grabbed Aemond's wrist before he could move below Troy's lower stomach. Blaine handed Aemond the roll of duct tape and Aemond marked a line on Troy's shirt. Aemond sat back down, ready to continue, but Troy held up a finger.

"Just give me a moment," he said softly. His heart was pounding like a hammer and he had to catch his breath. He avoided looking at the others in the room, so he couldn't see that they were politely averting their eyes.

When his breathing and heart rate returned to normal, he nodded for Aemond to continue. Aemond rested his hand on Troy's knee and slowly inched it upwards-- very slowly, in fact; he was surprised Troy didn't stop him until just before he would have touched crotch. Again, Troy asked to take a moment before continuing.

Aemond had to wonder if Troy was enjoying this experiment. His face gave nothing away, but Aemond noticed while marking off his inner thighs that Troy's body was somewhat less stoic. Still, he hadn't broken the rules. He'd stopped Aemond at the last possible second, but he had stopped him, and he took time between markings to calm down rather than make things more awkward than they needed to be.

When Troy had calmed down, Aemond asked, "I assume the inner thigh is off-limits?"

Troy considered it. "Mm, like this, yes. If I was sitting cross-legged"-- he put one ankle on the other knee-- "it would be okay up to a point."

Aemond wasn't sure he wanted to go that far, but he slowly settled his hand on the side of Troy's knee and moved up. This time Troy stopped him halfway up his thigh. That was a surprisingly normal reaction, for him. Next was the outer thigh and hip, then up his sides. No reaction. Aemond moved his hands back to Troy's knees and down his shins and calves.

"Can you take off your shoes?" Blaine asked.

Troy shook his head. "No. My feet are ticklish."

Cygnet marked that in her notes. Blaine rolled out a yoga mat and had Troy lie on his stomach. To Aemond's surprise, Troy didn't react to anything, not even Aemond's hands on his rear. Then again, Troy was a jock. Guys on some of his teams probably smacked each other's rears as a show of camaraderie. When Troy sat up, he showed he was also fine with Aemond patting his head and combing fingers through his hair.

"Hand test, male friend, concluded," Cygnet announced. "Aemond and I will switch places. We'll use a different color tape and marker to indicate my test. May I cross the lines set by the previous tape?"

Troy thought about it. "What happens if the tape overlaps?" he asked.

"Each test is marked on a different diagram," Cygnet replied, "but I can't cross the previous tape without your permission."

Troy nodded. "Okay. New boundaries. I'll let you know."

Cygnet's touch was, in a purely tactile sense, similar to Aemond's, but with much less familiarity. She conducted her part of the experiment as she did everything else: businesslike and without emotion. Troy wondered if Aemond had been mistaken about her having feelings for him. Still, his boundaries with her overlapped exactly from the previous test. The only difference was that Troy only told her verbally to stop, and this time he didn't need a cool-down period. Both these differences were noted.

"Hand test, female friend, concluded," she said when she was done. "Blaine and I will switch places for the acquaintance test."

The acquaintance test went exactly like the female friend test, as did the stranger test, conducted by a relative of Blaine's called Denise.

"Hmm," Cygnet murmured ponderously. "Troy, do you have any other male friends who'd be willing to see through the rest of this experiment?" she asked.

Troy shrugged. "You could ask some of the guys on the football team," he suggested. "Why?"

Cygnet shook her head and shrugged. "It's not a big deal, but I'd like to control for aberrations as much as possible."

"Aberrations?"

"Well...." Cygnet hesitated. "No, let's continue. If we notice any other, um, oddities--"

"What oddities?" Tory asked, thoroughly confounded as he sat up on the yoga mat.

Blaine, Cygnet, and Denise exchanged a look, then Blaine said gently, "We're wondering if maybe Aemond requires his own category."

"Well, why? He had the same markers as everyone else."

The testers minus Aemond exchanged another look, then Cygnet gave a minute head shake.

"Let's move on to the lips tests," Cygnet decided. "We'd rather not mark up your clothes too much, so--"

"Oh! No problem," said Troy, promptly removing his T-shirt, leggings, and--

"No, please keep your briefs on!" Denise exclaimed hurriedly. "We actually had a change of clothes prepared for you."

"Oh." Troy blinked. "Actually, is it okay if I just put them on after? I don't really want to walk around covered in tape?"

The four testers exchanged glances again, then nodded.

"Okay," said Cygnet, "so the lips test will go in reverse order from the hands test. I'm sure you were already doing this, but let's make it official that arousal is a parameter for stopping."

The next part (in orange) was snipped after I decided Troy needed to be 18 for this. There will be another break when returning.

"Is there an NDA in place?" Troy asked, almost before she'd finished speaking. "It's just, I'm 17 and you guys have been approaching illegal territory."

"You're bringing that up now?" Denise asked, looking horrified. "Why didn't you say something earlier?"

"Shouldn't we have parental consent?" Blaine muttered, with unknown values of sarcasm. 

Troy laughed. "Good luck with that," he remarked. "Can you imagine how my parents would react if they learned Aemond Targaryen was involved in a scientific experiment requiring him to put his hands and lips on me? Baba would have a heart attack if we were lucky."

Aemond, who'd been observing silently, frowned and looked away uncomfortably.

"Yes," said Cygnet, "that's another reason I thought we should find an alternate male friend to test you. If your family found out--"

"Wait. You considered that as a possibility and didn't tell us?" Blaine asked, clearly annoyed.

Cygnet frowned right back at him. "I thought it was obvious enough to go without saying."

"I'd say we all have pretty good incentive not to speak a word of this to anyone," Denise put in.

"Indeed, and that would preclude finding another tester," Aemond said quietly, eye still averted.

We now return you to your regular self-indulgent cringe.

Denise looked round at everyone. "Can I suggest something?" she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, "What if the rest of us who aren't testing at the moment leave the room and allow the testers to make their own notes?"

Cygnet shook her head. "I don't believe in the honor system, especially when an experiment has the potential to turn intimate." She blushed slightly at that thought.

"I think that should be up to the subject," Denise countered.

"That's convenient, as you're up first. What happens if he says to stop, or signals it nonverbally, and is ignored?"

Denise glared at Cygnet. "I don't think I like the accusation."

"It's a supposition, not an accusation."

"You know these rooms aren't soundproof, right?" Blaine asked.

"Um-- I'm okay with having an illusion of privacy," Troy said, "but can I borrow... hm, I want a book." At the confused expressions of the others, he explained, "Well, if someone's kissing me, it'd be while I was doing something else, not just sitting and chatting like with regular, um, hand touches."

That didn't make a whole lot of sense, but after a quick discussion it was agreed that Troy could have a book.

"Any book in particular?" Cygnet asked.

"Yeah, an illustrated textbook on diseases of the human body. I'm considering bio next semester and I'd like to get a head start."

"Nerrrd," Denise intoned.

"I'm pretty sure Désmoda has that textbook. I'll go get it," Cygnet volunteered.

When she'd left, Troy went over to Aemond and gently touched his shoulder. "You good?" he asked.

Aemond gave a brief nod. "I'll be pleased when it's all over and we can start mapping each other," he said, "instead of just you."

Troy nodded. He was both looking forward to, and not looking forward to, mapping Aemond.

When Cygnet returned with the book, Denise was only too eager to get started. Everyone else cleared the room so she and her clipboard could have Troy all to herself. Troy lay on his side, head propped up on one elbow, and opened the textbook, reading from the first chapter. Denise kissed up, down, and around his entire body. He only asked her to stop at his ears, his lips, his bum, and his privates. She looked disappointed, but tried to hide it as she made her notes, left, and sent Blaine in. With Blaine, Troy also asked him to stop at his inner thigh, just past the knee. He flinched slightly when Blaine approached his genitals, a reaction he hadn't had with Denise. With Cygnet, he was apparently comfortable enough to have zero boundaries other than lips. When she'd made her notes and was turning to leave, Troy asked to use the bathroom before Aemond's test.

"Remember to wash your hands," Blaine replied as he pointed the way.

Troy returned half an hour later, having clearly washed more than just his hands. He let his damp wavy blond hair fall out of the grey towel on his head, bending down and shaking it out. 

"I hope it's okay that I used your shower," he said to Blaine.

"It is, but you forgot to put your briefs back on," Blaine pointed out. Troy half-shrugged and went to lay on the mat, flipping ahead to some diagrams, which featured the most gruesome diseases and their effects on the human body. He chanted their names in a quiet mantra as Aemond began his work.

Denise's kisses had been eager. Blaine's and Cygnet's had been businesslike and clinical. Aemond's were... different. Yes, he was only doing this as part of an experiment, to prove a point about Troy's boundaries vs. everyone else's, but they were still rather close friends and Aemond's touch had a familiarity that the others' did not. His presence was comforting, and Troy felt relaxed with him.

Unlike the others, Aemond introduced little licks and bites into his kisses, seeing if or when Troy would stop him or react. Troy didn't, at least, not until Aemond reached his lips, which he'd saved for last. Before their lips could touch, Troy pressed a hand to Aemond's chest and gently pushed him away.

"No lips?" Aemond whispered.

"No lips," Troy whispered back.

"But everywhere else?"

"Did I stop you anywhere else?"

Aemond chuckled. "I'm surprised you didn't," he said. Troy smiled wryly at him and went back to reading.

"Okay," Cygnet announced, as the rest of them filed in. "Thank you, Troy. Since we don't want to be here all week, we've decided the rest of the experiment will just be us deciding our boundaries with you."

Troy nodded. "So, just the one marker for all of you?"

"Tape," Cygnet corrected. "We're not all nudists."

I did dream up the rest of this, but I never got round to transcribing it. I'll probably finish this later.

[WIP] Thanksgiving

 [Starter goes here?]

"No, it'll be great! My family's really nice," Troy tried to assure Aemond as they pulled up... to the charred wreckage of what used to be his dad and baba's houses. Troy blinked, puzzled, then pulled out his phone.

"おとうさま, つろい だ。Weー uh, I'm at the house, butー.... Okay, can you send me the coords?.... Thanks. See you soon." He hung up and grimaced. "Dad says we're doing Thanksgiving at his new boyfriend's house," he explained.

((TR: "Dad, it's Troy."))

[Interaction goes here]

Soon they pulled up to the address Trent had sent and Troy hopped out of the car, grinning. As soon as Aemond was out, Troy grabbed his hand and practically tugged him inside. He made a beeline for his dad, who was setting some treats in the oven to cook with the turkey.

"こんいちは, おとうさま," Troy greeted Trent happily.

Trent turned at the sound of his adopted son's voice, ready to hug him hello, but then noticed his guest. His brow puckered in confusion.

"Sorry I didn't call ahead," Troy nattered obliviously, "but I was afraid you'd tell me I couldn't bring a guest, and I really wanted you to meet my best friend. Dad, this is Aemond Targaryen."

Trent managed a smile, though it lacked its usual wattage. "Welcome, Aemond. Uh, coincidentally, Troy, my boyfriend is his uncle, Daemon Targaryen. He's... somewhere."

Troy grinned. "Wow! That is some coincidence!"

Just then, Sebastian strode over to Trent with a deep-dish baking tray full of sweet potatoes, but he stopped dead when he saw Troy and his friend. He carefully placed the mashed sweet potatoes on the counter as Troy cheerfully introduced him to his guest.

"Baba, this is Aemond, he's my very best friend at schoolー"

"Yeah, we've met," Sebastian said, giving Troy a little side-hug. With the two of them side-by-side, the resemblance was striking. Troy's hair was more wavy than curly, and his eyes were more turquoise than teal, but you'd be forgiven for mistaking them for brothers. If Sebastian hadn't looked so strung-out, they might even look like twins.

"I'm actually heading out," Sebastian continued, trying to avoid looking at the strikingly gorgeous Aemond. His beloved cutie, forever lost to him. "I've mistreated Aemond, and I want him to be comfortable here, so I'm going to spend Thanksgiving with Nate and George."

Trent had been holding his breath; it rushed out in a sigh of relief. "Okay. Drive safe," he said. Sebastian nodded and headed back out.

"Aemond," Trent said, leading the boys back out to the living room, "these are my parents, Bethany and Terrance, and this is my half-sister, Cat, and Cat's mother, Annmarie Bowles." Bethany was a short woman with a friendly, pear-shapes face and a sleek brown bob who smiled warmly at Aemond and Troy.

"Hi, Grandma. She helped raise me while my parents were in high school," Troy explained. "And then when she was at work, my Aunties raised me. Not Cat, though."

"Not me," Cat agreed. She was a toned young woman about Troy's height, with Trent's tan skin, sage green eyes, and a wide smile. "I did babysit him once in a while though," she added as she shook Aemond's hand.

"It was good practice for when you have kids of your own," Terrance said, giving Troy and Aemond a perfunctory nod. He looked just like Trent, but with gray hair combed straight back.

"I don't think my girlfriend wants to have kids," Cat objected, but her father waved her off.

Annmarie looked down her nose at Aemond, regarding him with a gaze as frosty as her highlights. "I thought your parents didn't want you dating," she said disdainfully. "Especially...." She didn't finish her thought, but it was clear she considered Aemond some kind of ruffian.

"This isn't a dateー" Troy began, blushing at the insinuation.

Trent cut him off. "As long as he doesn't run off with Aemond's brother, he'll be fine," he said curtly. Troy looked at him with clear surprise; Trent normally didn't bring up family drama round "the kid".

Annmarie sniffed and turned away, mumbling something unpleasant about the Maddock line dying out with Trent and Catherine.

[Interaction goes here]

[SOLO]:

Nathaniel was not at all surprised when Sebastian came home barely an hour after he'd left.

"Troy brought Aemond home for Thanksgiving," Sebastian explained, walking past Nate to flop onto the couch against the wall. "So I just told them to have a good holiday and left. Besides, I don't think Daemon would have wanted me there regardless. God, of all the people Trent possibly could have replaced me with...." he grumbled.

Nate and George exchanged a glance. George didn't see it that way at all. Trent hadn't replaced Sebastian by getting into a relationship with someone else. But George could tell that Nate disagreed as the latter sat, pulled Sebastian into a hug, and stroked his long blond hair.

"What are you going to do now?" Nate asked sympathetically.

Sebastian shook his head, but wrapped his arms fiercely around Nate and clung to him. "I don't know," he said. "I've been trying to make things right, but no matter what I do, everyone just assumes the worst of me. It's the first time I've seen my own son in months and I can imagine the kinds of horrible things he's been hearing from his new best friend. What if he just decides to completely cut contact with me? What if I never....?"

"I'm sure that won't happen," said George. He didn't like Sebastian very much, but he was still a kind person at heart. Nate wasn't good at taking care of himself, so George did a lot for him, including helping him take care of Sebastian to a degree. "Why don't we start with eating dinner?" he suggested. "Everything should be ready in about ten minutes." Turkey, stuffing, and au gratin potatoes were in the oven. George was working on deviled eggs with relish. Sebastian had already given away the sweet potatoes, though knowing the Targaryens, they would probably go uneaten.

To George and Nate's surprise, Sebastian nodded against Nate's shoulder. "I am hungry," he said, for the first time since he'd gotten out of the psych ward. That was a good sign. Nate hugged him tighter before releasing him, although instead of pulling away, Sebastian just scooted himself into Nate's lap.

George was, to be entirely honest, jealous of Sebastian. He had carried a torch for Nathaniel since the day they'd met but been too shy to actually say anything. Sure, Nate had shown he had no problem sleeping with coworkers, and he and George had eventually developed a close friendship, but the day Whitefeather had been at the same summit as Freedman and Associates was ...not a great day in George's life. Sebastian and Nathaniel remembered each other from Stanford and had become fast friends. At the time, Sebastian had still been dating Trent, who was buff and almost devastatingly handsome. It turned out they had also both dated Nathaniel's ex-girlfriend, Rebecca, who worked at Whitefeather with Nathaniel and George and whom George intensely disliked. So the four of them had caught up and George had been sidelined yet again, although Trent had tried to invite him into their little powwow. Trent wasn't too bad, although George privately agreed he had terrible judgment.

When Trent had dropped Sebastian off here because Trent's new boyfriend Daemon didn't want Sebastian in the house, Nate had taken to nursing like a fish to water. The man who needed someone else to safely mix smoothies for him and tell him when a workout regimen was more than his body could handle was now putting himself entirely in charge of caring for a man slightly older than he was, with the same addictions to drugs and sex, and with remarkably similar disordered eating. Whether Nathaniel had meant to make Sebastian fully dependent on him or it had just happened organically, Sebastian refused to eat a bite if Nathaniel wasn't sitting with him, refused to sleep if Nathaniel wasn't in bed with him, refused to do anything at all unless Nathaniel was by his side. The fact that he'd gone by himself to deliver the yams was a testament to how much he wanted to protect his son from seeing how far he'd fallen.

The fact that Nate bribed Sebastian to eat with sex was one of those rare things George could confidently say he hated. Nate was the type to oxytocin-bond hard with anyone who could give him a good enough orgasm. Apparently Sebastian could, because Nate, whose family was infamously ambitious, had no problem switching from in-office to fully remote work so he could allow Sebastian to cling to him 24/7. 

Tonight, George had been hoping to have some time alone with Nate, as foolish as that hope may have been. Sebastian surely would demand to stay in a room with his ex-boyfriend, the family who had raised him, and the son they had all raised together, right? Well, apparently not. Apparently he did have a soul, or at least enough of one not to want Troy or Troy's friend uncomfortable. Good for him. So now George had to endure Sebastian continuing to cling to Nate, although at least now Sebastian would eat without prompting.

When the food was ready, George brought it all out to the round, glass-topped coffee table in the living room. Nathaniel gently slid Sebastian off his lap and carved the turkey, giving Sebastian and George each a wing and a drumstick, and cutting off some white meat for himself. They helped themselves to the sides and had a fairly decent dinner together. George put aside his resentment and tried to enjoy having a normal night for once.

Nathaniel was thrilled that Sebastian actually wanted to eat for once, but he couldn't help feeling a slight sense of loss. He'd fallen in love with Sebastian while taking care of him. Sebastian, of course, had been too preoccupied with his woefully unrequited feelings for Aemond to pay much attention to Nathaniel other than needing somebody, anybody, to keep him company so he didn't try to ｏｆｆ himself again. Now that Sebastian would be more or less forced to move on from Aemond (because even he wasn't deranged enough to continue pursuing someone he now knew to be close to his kid), would he start taking care of himself independently? Would he still need Nathaniel? Nate almost hated himself for thinking along those lines, for depending on Sebastian's dependence on him.

Sebastian wasn't sure what to think. So many things were swirling around in his head. Aemond would always hate him no matter how kind he was. Erryk actually treated him like a person but worked for Daemon, who would also always hate Sebastian no matter what. Trent loved Daemon even though Daemon treated him like shit and may-or-may-not be using him.

He loved Trent; Trent loved Daemon. He loved Aemond; Aemond probably couldn't love anyone, the heartless wretch, and he sure as hell could never love Sebastian, but somehow he got along with Troy? They clearly got on well enough for Aemond to feel comfortable spending a holiday with Troy.

He'd wonder what Troy had that he didn't, but the answer was "everything". Trent had been right: The only thing Troy had inherited from Sebastian was his looks. Sebastian took a larger-than-necessary bite of stuffing, barely tasting it; that memory was still painful. But no matter how much it hurt, Sebastian could never do anything to upset his son. If Troy really did side with Aemond against him, if Troy and Trent and Bethany and Cat and all the family Sebastian had ever known decided they would rather cleave to the Targaryen family than associate with him, what could he really do but accept it? Accept that there was something inherently horribly wrong with him, something that Rosie must have seen back when he was Troy's age, something that his own parents had sensedー

Nathaniel was holding him again, stroking his hair, soothing him. His face was wet and he couldn't breathe through his nose.

"Nate," he asked hoarsely between sobs, "whyーwhat's wrong with you? Why do you like me?"

The question cut Nathaniel straight to the heart. It was the kind of question with the kind of timing where there was no right answer. Anything he said could trigger a deeper spiral, if not right now then tomorrow or the next day. The smart answer would be to say nothing, to keep holding and rocking him, to justー

"I love you, Sebastian," Nate heard himself say. "I just do, okay? Don't ask me to explain it."

The room went deathly silent for a moment. Sebastian was shocked enough to stop crying.

Then George excused himself back to his own apartment across the hall, and Sebastian found an answer for Nathaniel's words.

"I... don't really know what to say to that," he mumbled. "I, uh...."

"No," Nate interjected. "I know you don't feel the same way."

Well, it was pretty obvious, Sebastian admitted to himself. He had always had a one-track mind. Now it was off-the-rails and he didn't know if he'd ever be able to think straight again. But what was the harm in leaning into the comfort Nathaniel offered? There really wasn't anything to stop him.

"Listen, I'll go out with you. I like spending time with you. I like your company. Just don't kick me out, okay? I know you can't take care of me forever, but let me stay."

Nate blinked. "Um...." Did Sebastian really not understand what Nate was saying? "Bash, come on, I just said I love you. I want you to stay. You don't have to go out with me if you don't want to, but I'm not going to kick you out."

"Oh." Sebastian rubbed his eyes, suddenly exhausted. "Well, I'll go out with you," he repeated, resting his head against Nate and closing his eyes. He'd cleaned half his plate, which was a lot of food compared with his usual diet of protein shakes, amaretto, and almond milk. "Tomorrow. Plan us a date," he murmured sleepily.

"Tomorrow's Black Friday," Nate pointed out.

"Mm, you'll figure it out."

Nate held Sebastian close until the latter fell asleep, then carried him to bed, tucked him in, and set about putting the food away in the fridge. Good thing it was nearly empty. Then he did his evening hygiene routine, skipping the workout, and curled up in bed behind Sebastian. Agreeing to be his boyfriend was probably a terrible idea, but nothing ventured, nothing gained... right?

The Captain's Wife's Lament - Trent/Daemon

Trent: "Wow, she really doesn't like pirates! 😁"

 

"No Trent, of course not! Poor woman" ~Daemon

 

"I guess they raided her village one too many times! Poor woman indeed! 😕 "

 

"It's both to early and to late Trent please! Enough with the poor woman's seamen" 🤣

 

"I think the seamen belong to the captain, actually, not his wife! 😁 Hey... Daemon? Would you ever provide me with seamen? If I asked nicely? Or would you make me beg?"

 

For a moment Daemon just stared at Trent, was he seriously that absolutely stupid! Or was he playing games now? "Oh I'd definitely make you beg, all night long" he finally replied cleverly, managing to somewhat fight the smirk that was on his face long enough to saying it but then after he was soon snickering and shaking his head. Why was he like this!!?

 

"You'd only make me beg for one night?" Trent asked, surprised. "Should I thank you for your generosity and mercy... or should I ask if you've gone soft already?"

 

Hearing this Daemon's jaw dropped as he looked at Trent in a mixture of shock and amusement. This mother fucker had been faking it!? Moving a quick hand he soon went smacking Trent over the back of the head as he stood up "Soft!? ..." He then scoffed in disbelief moving to step around the chair only suddenly turn. Moving so he was leaning over Trent's shoulders from behind he moved his slowly around the others neck, briefly letting his hand slip beneath the folds of the others scarf to brush skim with his fingers. "If this is your new way of trying to get me going I hope you can wait an eternity for that request. Because I surely can" He whispered before moving to lightly nip at Trent's ear. Then pulling away just as suddenly he turned to head off a rather clever smirk on his face.

 

Well, there were some things Trent understood and some to which he remained oblivious, but Daemon's actions sure got his attention!

"Careful," he warned. "You don't want to confuse me with Nathaniel or Serena." He dropped his voice to a silken whisper. "I'm not a masochist and my submission only goes so far." He was, however, accustomed to playing the long game when it came to waiting for sex; he'd even been complimented on his endless patience once or twice. Daemon's little ear nip earned him a smirk in return as a mischievous glint twinkled in Trent's sage-green eyes. He brushed the back of his hand lightly across the front of Daemon's trousers. "Oops...."

 

Daemon paused the moment he heard the other speak, mistake as it left him immediately open to Trent's teasing as well. Biting his inner lip his eyes remained away for a moment before he took a breath. Well, he had started it so if he wished to play such games so be it! See who would actually crack first!

"Not a masochist? Well, you'd have had me fooled, seems to me you're just itching for punishment" He replied finally lingering close enough he was standing over the other, hand catching Trent by the chin but only lightly so he could then gently trace his fingers down the others jawline. "So tell me.... How much are you willing to bed?"

 

Trent smiled gently at the light touch. Daemon could be so sweet when he wanted to be.

"I'll bed you any time you'd like," he murmured. "You may have others to turn to... and so do I." He chuckled. "In fact, since I'm pretty sure they're seeing each other, we could make the next one a foursome." He ran the back of his hand up and down Daemon's crotch before turning his hand over and palming the area, giving just a little squeeze. "What do you think, Your Grace?" he whispered cheekily.

 

Well talk about a way to redirect. For a moment Daemon paused, looking as if unsure of how to react, at least until Trent all to bluntly finished his thought. A small smirk pulled at the corner of his lips again, a small sound muffled quickly as he bit his bottom lip fighting how turned on Trent was getting him. Already his cock was hardening in the others touch. Eye's closing for a moment he took a slow breath before looking down to Trent again. "If that is something you and the two of them desire I see no reason we cannot enjoy each other .... At once" He replied all to easily. Wouldn't be the first he'd ever done such a thing, could be quite fun.

 

Trent pounced on that little noise and barely waited for Daemon to finish his sentence before pulling him close and kissing him fiercely, nipping at his lip for emphasis. He wanted Daemon, foursome or not, and damn if he wasn't going to make it known! His groping also became more insistent as he just about slid his hand down Daemon's trousers to feel him better.

 

Eye's closing as Trent captured his lips he hardly bothered to suppress the pleasured purr the sounded from the back of his throat at being touched, even less so when Trent went nipping him. Moving down he was soon in Trent's lap, snaking an arm about the others neck and shoulders, lips melding against the others just as fiercely and his other hand moving to unbutton his pants a good amount before he all but grabbed Trent's hand guiding it into his pants.

 

Trent's grip was firm as he began to stroke Daemon eagerly and without hesitation. He was more practiced at doing this with others than with himselfー he'd always had someone to do this for him, actuallyー and he knew how to bring pleasure. He moaned hungrily into the kiss, tangling his tongue with Daemon's, fisting Daemon's silky blond hair in his hand and giving a little tug.

 

Letting out a gasp against against Trent's lips as his hair was tugged Daemon's body tensed a bit, hips pushing lightly against Trent's grip on his cock. Hand moving to push his trousers down bit more he meanwhile moved his other hand along Trents shoulders, pulling at his scarf and sliding his hand beneath it so it soon met the soft skin and lean shoulder muscles of the other male. Then all to suddenly his teeth found Trent's lip again biting a bit roughly giving it a slight tug holding it between his teeth before letting it go and letting out another moan.

 

At that, Trent took off his scarf entirely and, echoing Daemon's moans, gently tugged Daemon's hands behind his back and tied them with the scarf. He grinned lasciviously and arranged Daemon so that his chest met Daemon's back and Daemon's legs were outside of his own. Then he held Daemon leaning in place with one arm and reached around to fondle him with his other hand. He lay hungry kisses and nibbles along Daemons neck, resisting the urge to grind up against him.

 

Feeling Trent beginning to shift to pull his scarf off and then take ahold of arms, Daemon first paused staring with an expression of uncertainty however he didn't stop him and soon that expression had changed into a soft lustful look before he was being pulled so his back was against Trent's chest. Squirming a bit against the other to kick his trousers off he soon tilted his head letting out bit of a louder moan than before as the others lips found that sweet spot on his neck. "Fuck... Trent" He gasped, toes slightly curling as his abs tightened and his hips pushed him forward into Trent's hand again and the back into Trent's lap and, his hands. A small smirk drifted across his face well before he'd done it of course. Just the mere thought.... However he was suddenly moving his hands, a bit slyly at first between moaning and fighting how bad he was quivering at Trent's constant attention to his own cock. Finally though one hand found a spot and as his hand hand was suddenly lightly grasping at Trent's Cock through his pants, another cheeky smirk crossing his face between soft moans.

 

Trent had been about to praise Daemon for saying his name, but at the blond's cheeky actions, a smirk tugged his own lips as he stopped what he was doing entirely and slapped Daemon's hands away.

"No, bad!" he scolded. "This is for you."

 

All to quickly as Trent stopped Daemon let out a whine, shifting a bit in Trent's arms be cast the other a rather pouty expression. "But, what if I want more of you?" He replied teeth soon grazing his lip as he shifted his hips to push back against Trent again growing ever frustrated with how extremely turned on he already was.

 

Trent chuckled and whispered in Daemon's ear, "Then you'll have to be patient. Good things come to those who wait... after all, have I not been a good and faithful squire? I've never hesitated to give you exactly what you want before now... and now I am telling you I will give you what you want when I want to." He gently, with a feather-light touch, traced a pattern on Daemon's balls, pretending absentmindedness. "You are not allowed to touch me until I say so. Is that clear?"

 

Daemon's eyes went down to Trent's hand and his own hard cock for a moment, a small whimper soon escaping the back of his throat as he closed his eyes and let his head drop against Trent's shoulder. Desperately fighting the urge to squirm about at the others touch. "Fuck, ok! Yes! Have it your way... Have me, your way" he moaned out in response finally.

 

Trent chose not to point out that that was the catch phrase of a fast food venue back home. "Good," he whispered instead, giving the other's ear a light nibble. He went back to stroking Daemon, biting his own lip and steadying his breath against the rush of arousal this brought him. He buried his face in Daemon's neck and breathed in the unique scent of the man in his lap, then gave him a teasing kiss and a nip. Reaching down to cup Daemon's balls, he also began sucking at the man's neck, pressing and swirling his tongue on the spot to increase the sensation.

 

Eyes closed again and mostly settled Daemon let out a soft gasp as Trents hand moved to continue fondling his balls. Head tilting to allow Trent to fully go at the side of his neck he then sucked in a few quick breaths at the other males nips a bites. God the others touch was near intoxicating at this point. After being teased at and played with like Trent had every nerve in his body was on full alert, shivers of ecstasy running up and down his spine caused him to quiver and tense against the other and by this point both in encouraging the others touch and go steady himself on the others lap he'd moved to spread his legs a bit more, one foot on the other wooden chair close by and the other draped over the arm of the seat they were in.

 

As soon as Trent felt Daemon starting to shake in pleasure, he pushed the blond off his lap and knelt behind him, gripping his hair and more or less gently pushing his face into the floor. He tightened the scarf tying Daemon's hands and pulled Daemon's hips up. Then he took off his own trousers, fumbled in one pocket for a small tube of lubricant, oiled up three fingers, and worked them inside Daemon's ass, teasing and torturing both, stopping just short of his prostate.

 

Moving at Trent's urging he was soon on his knees, teeth biting into his lower lip as he felt Trent's hand tangle into the back of his hair pushing him down. Honestly if it had been anyone else he probably would have gotten mad, afraid to hit his face on the floor which wouldn't have been so nice of a feel. Yet, in all of this Trent seemed to be taking enough care not to do something like that so really he was fairly relaxed as his head met the floor. His breaths coming in soft gasps with every sensation, the feeling of Trent tightening the scarf holding his hands, grabbing his hip with a firm hand. All to soon Daemon was arching his back, welcoming the fingers that soon went slipping inside of him. Eye's closing again he let out a moan, his ass perking up more a bit desperately seeking the attention Trent was giving. Still the other was moving slow, purely teasing him and it was beginning to drive him crazy. Letting out. Whine his head shifted a bit to look back at the other face riddled in ecstasy as his eyes locked onto Trent for a moment before fluttering closed again. "Mmm harder, deeper, please Trent I can't take it anymore" He whimpered finally between moans.

 

Trent leaned down and placed a sweet little kiss to Daemon's cheek.

"Well, since you said 'please,' he murmured. He pulled his fingers out, wiped his hand on his discarded trousers, lubricated his cock and slowly, agonizingly, worked at stuffing himself deep inside his liege. He gave Daemon a moment to get used to him before beginning to move, taking a deliberately slow pace.

 

Daemon let out a soft moan in response to Trent's sudden gentle kiss and soft words. God he knew just that fine line to walk of keeping Daemon feeling like Trent's dirty fuck hole yet worshipped like a damn king all at once. How the hell did he even manage that!? Then came the wait, by the time Trent was lining up to push in Daemon was a squirming mess again, back arching as he moaned out desperately. God why was he being so purposely frustrating!!! Once Trent was mostly in and begining to slowly moved in and out of him Daemon moved attempting to shift back enough to press Trent's cock in deeper. "Fuucck!" He gasped out finally eyes opening for a moment as he let out a few heavy breaths.

 

Trent chuckled and leaned down, bracing himself on one arm while reaching round to wrap the other hand round Daemon's throat, squeezing the sides just enough to thrill but not enough to hurt. "Good," he whispered. "You like this, don't you, Daemon? Feeling me inside you like this?"

 

Feeling Trent's cock pressing deeper into him as their bodys pressed together Daemon let out another moan, one that merely turned to a gasp as he felt Trent's hand on his throat. Eye's opening again for the moment he quivered, gasping out in pleasure. "Yes! Yes! Fuck Trent! I love you deep inside of me!" He moaned out between heavy breaths, eyes closing again as he let out another longer moan now.

 

Trent stilled for a moment, stunned, before his brain processed the rest of Daemon's sentence. Then he moved a bit harder, rougher. "Music to my ears," he purred, nuzzling at Daemon affectionately. He'd wanted to do this for so long, and it felt more perfect than he could have imagined. Daemon's body was so willing, so welcoming. Trent hadn't had to jump through an extraordinary number of hoops to get here. It was simple, sweet ecstasy.

 

Feeling Trent begin to speed up Daemon was soon gasping and moaning even louder. Nolonger even slightly holding back the sheer sounds of pleasure and at this point simply letting himself shake with ecstasy against the others hold on him. Eye's closed and stomach muscles tightening on and off the closer he felt himself getting to finishing. "Fuck don't stop... Uhhh fuck Trent!! " He soon went crying out.

 

Trent obliged him, nestling as close as he could while still pounding into Daemon, loving those noises he made. He could tell Daemon didn't want him to be overly gentle, nor did he want to be. So he let himself relax, using Daemon's body for his pleasure, for both their pleasure, and it wasn't long until Trent's own body was quivering, barely holding back.

 

Gasping breaths coming with every second by this point Daemon could hardly keep it together anymore. Not with the Trent only moved to press in closer, his cock slamming into him so hard all he could do was quiver and moan in response, legs damn near shaking beneath him and threatening to lose their ability to hold him up at all. Thankfully he didn't doubt if he did slip Trent had him in a tight enough hold he'd not hit the floor. Well hearing the other labored breaths and feeling his movements beginning to grow more quick and ridgid Daemon was betting the other was close. Close enough he didn't have to last any longer himself. Eyes closing completely again he let out a sudden loud moan, his abs tightening and his body beginning to tense he was soon letting out a series of uncontrollable noises, body shaking against Trent's hold as his cum shot out and onto the floor and inner legs. His noises hardly stopping as he rode it out to Trent's cock still pounding into him.

 

Trent's own orgasm wasn't far behind, but he held it back just a bit as he rubbed Daemon's cum into his thighs and balls, whispering degrading things into his ear punctuated by soft kisses and little nips. The heady feelings of finally getting to sleep with Daemon!, of having this powerful man quaking beneath him, of being able to bring him to heel and humiliate him like this-- all of that built up until Trent couldn't take it any longer. Stars burst from behind his eyes as he came, loud, immodest, back arching almost painfully as he roughly thrust into the other.

AU Vaemond's CS

General Info.

Name. Vaemond Valaryon

Nickname. None

Race: Valyrian

Home description. Depends in this verse

Siblings. Corlys Valaryon

Occupations. Mechanic, Drag Racer

Hobbies. Cars definitely. Guns another big one.

Music taste. Mixture or Rap and Metal

Favorite foods. CHEESE… Pizza, Chips, Nachos…. Literally eating plain cheese while cooking type of person.

Favorite weather. Cool and clear

Appearance.

Height. 5.9

Weight.185

Hair color. White

Hair style. Dreads

Eye Color. Dark brown

Scars. Several scattered chest down

Tattoos. None

Piercings. None

Usual dress style. Comfortable? He's not one to really care so long as it's not to tight.

Favorite clothing. Sweat and a t-shirt duh

Personality.

Temperament. Moody, LOUD, Reserved and a bit of a glass half empty sort. Bit of a shit starter around his own family or when he's drunk. Short tempered, sensitive, definitely can't take what he dishes out in most cases. The entire world know when he's mad or even slightly upset. Though as sensitive as he is about shit he's usually fairly easy to talk to and understanding of others.

Habits. Jumping to conclusions almost immediately at times even over simple shit

Quirks. His need to over exaggerate… like everything

Fears. Spiders, and almost any bug that bites.

Skills. Decent war tactician when he actually thinks. Far better however at things involving stealth missions. Also pretty smart when it comes to working with his hands having done a good bit of blacksmithing work before which transferred to this AU in the form of learning mechanics and working with different weapons.

NSFW section.

Gender. Male

Sexuality. Bisexual

Relationships of past or present. none notable

View on love? Doesn't exist. Child's fantasy. The real world is far more grim.

View on sex? Make babies, get pleasure everyone does it right?

Physical type? Has a thing more masculine women and the same goes for dudes. But he also won't turn down anyone for a one-night stand so long as you don't look like a troll.

Type of personality or other things attracted to? Quieter, more serious types. Probably because it's everything he's not and getting them riled or making them laugh is amusing for him. Until it's not… 🤣

First time information. His aunt and uncle while drunk off his ass one night.

Role in the bedrooms. Sub leaning Switch.

Vanilla, Rough or kinky? Rough and wild.

View on cheating and have they ever? Yeah sometimes it's needed given the fact he's used to dealing with his ex-wife. But not on someone he's actually into.

How do they spend Valentine’s day? Drunk as a mother fucking skunk

Would they ever sleep with someone or be with someone for money or possessions? Definitely considering where he's from. That nearly normal to him. Take some, give some right?

If my muse saw a shrink.

Most notable trauma. Nearly being beaten to death as a kid while traveling with his mother.

Physical diagnosis. None

Mental diagnosis. Probably some sort of depression and PTSD

Drug addictions. None

Rap sheet. Drunk driving. Assault

Unconvicted crimes. Assault

 --

Serena: YAY, we're the same height! And I made fondue!

 "Are you attempting to butter me up? Believe me after last night there's no need" Vaemond replied with a bit of a flirtatious tone. "But bring the food over here I'm hungry!"

 "No, silly! This is a thank-you for last night. Also, I really like cooking. You'll learn that!" Serena chirped as she wheeled the fondue and various foods for dipping over to him. "Okay, so this side is the cheese fondue, with meat bits and veggies and pota-- well, potatoes are a vegetable too, aren't they? And then this side is chocolate, and there's strawberries and bananas and-- well, you can see." She looked very pleased with herself as she sat next to him and artfully arranged some little bamboo skewers.

re: Daemon peeing on Helena

 Helena: "you're... lucky? you didn't pick the one of us who's into that."

"Mmm well considering I only dislike you so far.... Point invalid" Daemon remarked in a smart-ass tone.

"I'm the only one you dislike so far, or the only thing you feel towards me so far is dislike?" Helena asked, being pedantic for literally no reason

Daemons eyes rolled and he muttered something very clearly in a strange tongue beneath his breath. "Both.... Now, be a good girl and go be obnoxiously dull old maid somewhere else" He replied all to smartly, hand moving to gesture dismissively at her.

Serena: Where's your nearest whorehouse?

"Depends.... What are you looking for? Exotic? Men? Women?" Daemon replied from where he sat playing with a nail.

"A job, actually. My follow-up was going to be, 'Are they hiring?'"

"Ah, well, I could introduce you to someone if you wish. I'm sure she'd welcome the help" He replied finally looking up at her.

Serena nodded. "Yeah, as long as the clientele is okay with... Gosh, how would you say it here?" *gonna be lazy and say she explains the thing*

Daemon actually rose a brow and began to chuckle after a moment. "She has a few of those .... She runs the more exotic house in the city. Foreigners and ... Those of different, genders" He replied bluntly moving to sit back in his seat arms folding over his chest.

Serena nodded and wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, sniffling. "Good. Okay. Let me fix my makeup and then show me the way."

Head slightly cocking to the side Daemon noted her current mood rather quickly, though for now he merely nodded "Ok... Go ahead. I've got time" he added the last bit with a faint chuckle.

She nodded and left for a minute.

Trent smiled faintly at Daemon. "Under your rough exterior, you're a nice person," he decided.

Sort of bristling when he heard Trent's voice and noticed he was standing there Daemon heaved a bit of a sigh. "I've no idea what you mean?" He replied with a bit smartly moving to lean back in the chair he sat again, going back filing at a nail with a sort of blackened stone looking thing.

"Neither does he," said Nathaniel.

"What? What's wrong?" Trent asked.

Looking between them both Daemon merely rolled his eyes "I'm perfectly fine. Unless it is Nathaniel you mean. In which case perhaps the stick got wedged to far up his ass today. I hear that's painful business" He remarked all to casually with a tiny smirk.

Nathaniel snorted and rolled his eyes. Trent smiled at Daemon.

"You're pretty when you smile," he said.

"Wow, that's one I haven't heard before exactly. Aren't you simply charming" He replied with a hint of flirtation in his tone.

Trent smiled back at him uncertainly. "Am I?" he asked hesitantly. "I've tried... before. Flirting. It fell flat."

Daemon paused, finally moving to toss the stone onto the nearby table before snickering "No actually it's a bit ... Well you seem more like you're trying to hard. But it's cute I'll give you that" He replied with a bit of a shrug moving to stand from his seat finally as he was getting a bit stir crazy.

Trent's smile grew a bit more confident. "You think I'm cute?" he asked eagerly, striding over and taking his hand.

"Well..." Daemon glanced briefly down to where the other had grabbed his hand before slightly smirking and letting his eyes move back up to Trent. "That is what I said.... " He clarified with a chuckle.

Trent leaned over and kissed Daemon's cheek shyly. He normally wasn't one to make the first move... unless watching someone constantly was a move... but he was realizing life was short.

And on the cheek!? Daemon, expression was probably fairly unreadable as Trent moved to do that, his eyes soon moving to Trent he smirked. Moving his hand so that his pointer briefly brushed downwards over Trent's chin he snickered. "Yeah definitely cute" He remarked before moving to start off only pausing long enough to lean in whispering in Trent's ear. "Now, whenever you're ready to step it up a notch. I'll be waiting" He purred, in such a whisper it was obvious what he meant as he'd started for the doorway to go make sure he had at least a few available horses to help deliver Serena to his friend at the brothel.

Smiling-- softer than usual-- at the compliment, Trent leaned forward, as if for another kiss, and whispered, "I'm free tonight if you are." (and we can fade to black on that bc if I try to write a sex scene it will look like it came out of My Immortal)

Serena cleaned her face, wiped her tears, and put on fresh makeup. She was relieved to hear that her particular situation wouldn't be unheard-of at this brothel Daemon was going to take her to. She'd been dying for a fuck. To be more precise, she'd been craving the touch of one man in particular. He was good at saying what he thought she wanted to hear and tossing a hug her way once in a while, but she knew, and hated to admit, that he wasn't as interested in her as he'd been in his previous girlfriends. She'd spent a month putting off the advances of a gorgeous, attentive man, had thought-- hoped-- that *her* (for lack of a better word) lover would come for her and bring her back home. She even thought she might have hallucinated at some point that he had, but...

"Daemon," she said as she came out, half-dazed and somewhat lost in thought, "do you believe we make our own destiny or that people-- lovers and the like-- are written in the stars?"

A reassuring squeeze to Trent's arm.... As much confirmation as Daemon had given the other male before he'd made it just outside to where his horse had been tied. After giving an order to one of his men who patrolled this part of the keep a second horse had been brought and was waiting when Serena had finally appeared.

 Daemon now perched in the saddle, and holding the reigns in one hand rose an eyebrow. An interesting question to be sure, but perhaps it explained her clear mood. "Nothing is written in the stars ... Not for people like you. Or people like me for that matter. And certainly not love" He replied, all to bluntly. Perhaps not something most women would have loved to hear but it was the truth, and Serena also wasn't most women. Offering her the reigns he gave her a bit of sympathetic look, "Don't let others hold your heart. It'll always end up in ruin" He added finally moving to sit up again and turn his own horse for the direction they'd be going.

"Need help up?" A nearby good cloak questioned. Sort of eyeing her a bit suspiciously.

"Alright," she said thoughtfully as she-- rather absentmindedly-- mounted a horse. "Because my thinking is, if love is written in the stars like Trent thinks it is-- yes, don't... don't get me started on him-- well, then it means that some encounters just aren't meant to be. But if fatalism isn't real and we're all responsible for our own choices, then my ex-boyfriend's... kind of a dick, I guess. I don't like admitting it. As for my heart," she huffed, "I can't help that. I'm certainly no place for my own heart so it might as well belong to someone else."

Hearing her somewhat beginning to ramble her thoughts out loud Daemon actually chuckled, reigning his horse in enough they were soon riding side by side. "Ah, you don't say? Well, I've no idea what it is he has done but if after all of it.... You know the truth is that he's a moron at best, than it clearly wasn't in any stars or meant to be. It was merely a detour you chose to take that unfortunately lead to... You know better than anyone" He replied with a small shrug. Really he hadn't a clue who she meant but from the looks of it, it was done or in the least needed to be considering she'd cried not moments before and was now riding with him to the exotic whore house in the rather slummier parts of Kings Landing.

Serena shrugged. She didn't like what Daemon had to say, but she didn't have the energy to defend the man she still loved, either. "Actually, whoring is just something I do when I'm lonely. I quit for him. It's what I do, I quit when I find someone to keep me company and then I start back up again when I'm neglected." She said it simply and without much emotion. "So tell me about this brothel and your friend who runs it."

Daemon seemed to think after she'd spoke. Perhaps he just didn't understand why she needed to charge for the sex if it was solely to seek comfort but ... He to didn't comment and soon shifted back in his saddle, eyes moving back to her as she spoke again. "Mysaria... She ... She herself is not from here. Which will likely be noticeable when she speaks. She's ran this place for at least six years however, long before I even came back to begin any position in court" He informed her slowing the horse down a small bit as the turned onto a large street, that was seemingly filled with a lot more people. "Her clientele from what I've seen, is mostly my gold cloaks. Mainly because I buy out her entire place a few times a week. The other nights you may see a good amount of sailor's, pirates even. They aren't uncommon given the city port" He added, at least so she knew what she might be getting into as well.

Serena thought Mysaria was a pretty name. She kept her horse close behind Daemon's, listening as he talked about Mysaria and the clientele. "Gee, I've always wanted to do a pirate," she said a little dryly, but not without humor. "Anyway, I hope we get along. I usually don't, you know, with... with women."

Chuckling Daemon shrugged "Women .... Women are, not particularly easy to get along with ever, are they?" He replied, his tone a bit teasingly though he did speak from experience. If anyone could be more frustrating to deal with in his position it was people like Rhaenyra, though he loved her she could be difficult as her mother or Rhaenys his cousin. God forbid anyone angered her.... And that wasn't even getting into things he knew of Mysaria and his wife who, gods she drove him insane.

 

"I've heard some are," Serena replied dryly. "Helena's pretty easy-going, at least with me. Maze has only ever been nice to me. But women like... some of my friends' wives? I can't stand them. From the way you talk about yours, I probably wouldn't be able to stand her either."

 

Daemons eyes rolled a bit at the mention of Helena, but he said nothing on the matter. Not that he could really place why he disliked her so much, perhaps her vague resemblance to someone else? How she seemed to just immediately find him intolerable without much speaking to him but still. And Maze however he would never admit but that one surely had balls bigger than his or any man he knew with how she carried herself. So did she really count?

"Aw yes, she's intolerable at best. But of course should you ever meet her the story would be that I'm the one who's an insufferable cunt. One of the things women always do .... Make themselves out to be the victim and usually everyone believes them" He replied, the last bit a hint smartly as he sort of huffed. Then reigning in his horse as the neared the rather loud sounding building, he nodded to her. "we're here"

 

"That's probably why I don't like them much," Serena agreed.

"Ooh!" she said as they arrived. She dismounted and scampered on in, eyes wide as she took in her surroundings.

 

Daemon merely chuckled and as she seemed to be heading in on her own, he stayed, long enough to tie up both horses at least.

Meanwhile inside the place was a bit quite given the time, but a few moans could be heard from further in. The air of course smelt of sex but several places he'd incense that burned and made the place smell of a soft hint of sage.

"Madam?" A red headed women whispered to a female who frankly looked a bit young for a madam in most cases. Her dark colored eyes moved up to blandly look towards the female who'd walked in a for the moment. She just seemed to look at her questionably.

 

Serena boldly walked over to the two women and introduced herself. "Prince Daemon said you might be so kind as to hire me," she said, with a Trent-grade bright, sweet smile.

 

For a moment the dark-haired woman frowned and then slowly she stood up looking Serena over for a moment before her lips pierced tonight. "Mmm yes, we have plenty who like them young and blonde. Have you any experience?" She asked, though she'd been fairly skeptical of her claims until she caught the sound of heavier footsteps entering and glanced over to see Daemon stepping in, still wearing the light-colored gold cloak and armor from whatever he'd been doing with the city watch prior.

Perhaps why at first a tiny blonde had come walking towards him with a bright seductive smile. Daemons eyes slightly glanced the woman over, who of course was completely naked. Though they soon moved to Mysaria who had a rather annoyed expression and suddenly she hissed. Yes, practically his before waiving a hand at the woman, snapping at her in a language even Daemon wasn't very good at understanding.

The girls quickly nodded, said nothing and turned to move off. Cheeks a bit tinted with embarrassment.

"Really? Need you be so hard on them ? It's not as if you're the only one I've come to see here?" Daemon purred as he moved up his arm snaking about the woman's waste. Again something was muttered in her native tongue, and she rolled her eyes. "When they are new! They must learn! Now, she says you sent her?" She questioned glancing to Daemon before back to Serena, Daemon meanwhile moving up behind her to rest his chin on her shoulder.

"I did indeed" He replied, though now he was clearly distracted nuzzling into her hair from behind, arms laced about her midsection.

 

"Yes, I have three years' experience," Serena said. "Oh, hello!" she greeted the smaller, nude blonde girl, though she didn't expect a response. Daemon seemed pretty popular here, which made sense, considering what he had told her.

She noted the madam's reaction to the girl who'd approached Daemon and filed it away in her brain. /No snuggling up to the prince without the madam's say so, got it./ She nodded to herself. She was pleased to have someone the madame actually seemed to like as a reference; hopefully it would help her in... some... way... yeah, she wasn't too sure where she was going with that train of thought.

"Sh-should I tell her...? Or...?" she asked Daemon uncertainly.

 

"Tell me what?" Mysaria asked, and for a moment she was even nudging Daemon back enough to give him a bit of a stern look as if she was now worried what it was the two hadn't told her.

"What? Tell her what?" Daemon asked, glancing over to Serena as if confused, which frankly he was given he'd already forgotten and had been unable to resist the urge of nuzzling up on Mysaria and becoming for a moment blissfully distracted.

Mysaria’s eyes couldn't have rolled harder honestly, and she was soon looking at Serena. "Well I think you must tell me because he left his brain with the horse" She replied, her tone still fairly tense but Daemon hardly seemed phased. In fact as she had said that he was soon stifling a bit of a laugh.

 

"Oh, God," Serena grumbled dramatically, hiding her face in her hands. This was her least favorite thing to disclose; it always felt awkward. "Yeah. Alright, well...." Fidgeting uncomfortably, she mumbled out the answer.

 

"Well?!" Mysaria nearly seemed to snap. Clearly not very patient on the matter.

Eyes rolling Daemon gave her a nudge and once her eyes had met his he sort of gave her puppy eyes.

Mysaria let out a slow breath and nodded "I'm sorry, please.... Sit... But do continue" She finally said gesturing to the nearby lavish sofa as she pulled from Daemon just enough to take him by the hand and lead him over to join her on the opposite loveseat. The red head only then turning to move away and soon returning with a pitcher of ale to poor in three of the cups that sat on the table. Occasionally glancing curiously at Serena before she'd turned to head off again.

 

"Alright, alright," Serena sighed, sitting. "Yes, so, the last time I did this it was my pimp who disclosed this for me, so I didn't have to worry about it." She made a little face at herself; what was she so worried about? Daemon had specifically said this was an exotic brothel. Continuing on nervously, she finally explained her situation, looking down at her hands, which were folded in her lap, the whole time.

 

"Oh.... Well, I don't see why that was such a big deal" She remarked and for a moment she nearly seemed disappointed. As if she had been expecting some big dramatic reveal. Leaning back and seeming to Relax she moved her hand to Daemons inner thigh beginning to draw circles with a finger as if in thought.

"You can work with me for tonight. I'll see how you do, and we'll go from there. Sound fair?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

"See, I told you she'd be agreeable!" Daemon commented as if to merely keep the topic going, one hand snatching ahold of Mysaria’s to stop what she was doing before he ended up there for far too long. As much as he wanted to be he didn't need any rumors about him spending hours midday at his favorite whore house when there were things like trials being held, three executions and a meeting to attend to and that was merely half of it.

"Mostly because he couches for you.... For now we will see" Mysaria added glancing to Daemon who was now standing and smirking a bit knowing she'd definitely started to get him a bit riled up. "Will you be by tonight?" She asked curiously as he'd began to move between them.

"I wouldn't dream to miss it" Daemon mused with a faint smirk before casting a wink to both of them and turning to head for the door again. Damn her! He'd half a mind to turn around and demand something quick but he'd delt with worse and wasn't going to give her the satisfaction!

"Bye bye my prince!" Mysaria mused, her voice a bit of a cheery tease before her eyes went back to Serena and she giggled.

 

This has been a cause of embarrassment for Serena in the past and she visibly relaxed.

"Yes, that sounds perfect," Serena said with a sigh of relief. "Ah, sorry, but... what's your name?" She remembered introducing herself, but not learning the madam's name.

Serena giggled also. "You seem quite close," she observed. "Did you, uh... meet here?"

 

"Mysaria" She replied, finally a bit of a genuine smile on her lips. Even more so as she sat back and for a moment seemed to think. "Yes, while I was still one of the old madam’s whores" she replied with a nod in remembrance.

 

Serena was surprised Mysaria hadn't been madam forever, but then, she reasoned, of course she probably hadn't.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Mysaria. Did you get promoted because of seniority, or are you just better at handling people than the others?" She gestured round.