The everyday monsters in our lives

Hearing his name in such a pleading way at first surprised him. He pulled away, looking at the man beneath him as he realized that he had way more experience and knew how to manage himself. He smiled gently, nodding as he returned to just kissing his neck, more tenderly this time as his hand moved down between them. Benjamin was more turned on than he had expected. But wasn't it also fair for the vampyre to assume that he was holding back? He gently started out just touching him over his underwear, moaning against his neck as he felt so fulfilled by this. It wasn't an experience he felt often. He wanted to please him, wanted to take care of his every needs.
Soon enough, and because he wasn't looking to be cruel, he soon snuck his hand down to release the poor human's member from its prison. Holding around him, he couldn't help but whimper, though he hid it well within a moan. He wasn't really talking, but every moan and grunt surely spoke to the human. Every sound he produced was a praise to the young mortal beneath him. His hand started picking up the pace a little, nothing too crazy, but he wanted him to feel the release and the euphoria, his moans continuing to fill the room they were in.
He could feel the light sweat build up on the human, and yet it all smelled so wonderfully to the vampyre, even going as far as licking his skin a few places just to taste him. Moving his lips up to the other man's ear, he kissed the lobe gently, moaning tenderly as he kept stroking the human.

Their names seemed to be the only words allowed to be spoken, but it didn't discourage him. They could communicate just fine and he simply followed the human's nods and sounds. As he began touching him along with moaning in his ear he felt how the strong and slightly rough hands grasped at his skin. He was starting to have a harder time containing himself as well, but he wondered if this was going to end as badly as last time. He tried pushing the thought away, looking at the human as he grabbed around his wrist. And yet he wasn't restricting him. He smiled, leaning in to kiss him, licking his lips gently as he felt him give in. He could feel the trembles and he felt how the seed managed to hit his hand. Not that he complained, it felt like a badge of honor.
Giving him a few more pumps, just to help him empty completely, he slowly released him. He was just taking him in as he was right now, seeing how warm his body was, seeing the slight blush in his cheeks from said heat. He wanted to compliment him, wanted to tell him how beautiful and wonderful he was, but he had been told to be silent. Taking him in for a while he just smiled. He wasn't even sure why he was smiling like an idiot, but he was, leaning down to kiss down along the human's sternum, reaching his belly button. From there he licked the seed rather slowly and sensually off of his skin, not afraid to suck on a few places on his stomach. It was a bit spread out, but he managed to get most of it. Did he know how wonderfully he tasted? He pulled away once he had been cleaned off, his hands running up and down his sides, helping him ground himself a little after the euphoria. Most humans took just a bit time longer to truly grasp what had happened, and he wasn't in a rush.

The odd part was that knowing that Benjamin was in a sober state, he wouldn't have been angry if the human had wanted this to stop as he had gotten his relief. It would've actually have made a lot of sense, but he wasn't letting go of him. He was quite sure that if his heart could beat it would've skyrocketed in how fast his pulse would've been going. He was pulled down, greeting his lips tenderly, wrapping arms rather protectively around the human. He just wanted him close, even if this was as far as the human could ever get. It was still fulfilling to him. Especially as his reward was more kisses.
After some sweet kisses had been exchanged he pulled away slightly, though soon pressed their foreheads together. "It's alright .. you don't have to keep doing this," he whispered, because it would be better to just be pushed away now before he got his hopes up. Cesare was a bit of a dreamer he had found, and being cut off when everything felt so good would simply ruin this perfect moment. His voice was raw, and he smiled softly as he was still laying so close to him, almost naked and feeling his warm skin. It felt perfect right now.

He could see the relief on Benjamin's face as he told him it was alright to stop, and yet he still wasn't pushed away. It felt strange and new. And yet it felt just right for him. It had been something he had been longing for for a while now. The phone ringing made Cesare move away so he could take care of his business, the vampyre trying to ignore the boss that he could hear rather easily on the other end of the line. The human spoke about a vampyre club and he frowned, getting up he walked to him, cupping his face as he shook his head no. "I know I said I couldn't control you; but you still have vampyres on your tail .. and if I'm not there .. I-," he cut himself off, closing his eyes as he just held his face so delicately. The human could be angry all he wanted, but Cesare had to get these feelings under control before he could gather the strength to stay away once more.
"If you won't turn the work down, then at least let me come with you," it was a relatively easy thing to solve, but would Benjamin feel trapped under those circumstances? It was hard to know with the human who seemed to shift his opinion every hour or so. "You smell of me now .. but it won't last all night," especially not if he went and took a shower right now. It was just how things worked. "If I'm there, then no-one can harm you unless they want a fight with me."

"I've seen the aftermath of you fighting; of course you can protect yourself," this wasn't about that. This wasn't just a brawl. This was vampyres, and they didn't hesitate to use dirty tricks. Not to mention some might use Benjamin to lure the older vampyre out and be vulnerable. But of course why mention that when it wasn't about that either. The human stated that he couldn't keep him away, but he didn't want to be distracted. He hummed, "alright," he said before his hands were removed from his face. The moment was gone, and Cesare was left behind in the room as the human went to wash up. That empty feeling swooped over him again, making him unsure of what was right and what was wrong for him to do. He just wished he knew where they stood, but he wasn't looking to fight, so he remained quiet. As the human got ready and dressed, so did the vampyre. He had a very nice yet casual style about him. It wasn't really giving away how old he truly was. Inspecting himself in the mirror before heading out to brush his teeth clean of the taste that still lingered of the human.
Once he was dressed he was sitting with his phone, typing away a few messages, inviting some of his sires out to this specific club. He just wanted some back up there, just in case. It was always good to have the upper hand whenever other vampyres were involved. Sure, most of them had their territories, but the bars and clubs were neutral grounds. That was when he heard a beep coming from the human's phone, the screen lighting up and a name popped up. Joanna. It was just a seemingly normal message, asking if the human had gotten home alright. He had to admit that it stung a bit, but he leaned back, pretending he hadn't seen it.

Cesare watched as he came out after drying his hair - it was kind of hard for him to just look away. However as he saw him smiling at the phone he felt bad inside. Maybe that was why he couldn't look away from seeing him smile. He hadn't ever seen his smile, and seeing it he wished that it wasn't a message on a screen but the vampyre the human would smile at. He was rightfully caught, and the defensive response made him just shake his head, looking back at his own phone. It was as if as soon at the human had gotten what he wanted, he didn't care for the vampyre anymore.
Was this really what he wanted? Wait until he got so frustrated that he could plead with him to be touched and then act so cold afterwards? He wasn't sure, and Cesare felt like flip flopping every time he even thought of it. On one hand he could respect the human's choices, and he wouldn't force him to do anything. On the other he was longing just for something in return for what they were doing, or rather what the vampyre kept doing to him. It was all about the human's pleasure, all about his needs, and Cesare knew that he wouldn't be able to hold it in forever. But perhaps he could hold it in while Benjamin lived, and the vampyre could combust once the human had had a long life.
"I suppose I was a bit surprised to see you smile and be in the same room as me," he admitted with a slight frown. Was the human going to be upset with him again? His shoulders began to shake a little before getting up. "I'll head out," he said, though he didn't say much else as he headed for the door.

Was the human really trying to confuse him more? It seemed so as he turned around only to be pulled down into a short kiss. He didn't look at Benjamin after that, simply nodding at his mutter before heading out. His shoulders were trembling again, but he couldn't break now. He was stupid for this. He needed to do something to get it out of his system. The human quite clearly just tried to force himself to like him anyways. Cesare got picked up by a car out on the street, keeping him out of the sun. He had a few business things to attend to.
Later he arrived at the bar, getting in through a private entrance and getting a table in the back. He looked around, seeing more of his sires there and it made him a little proud. Mariah was there as well, almost clinging to him, talking about everything and nothing. Martin was there as well, keeping an eye out. A few donors were roaming around, and Mariah soon found someone she deemed interesting, taking them with her into a private room. Some vampyres were feasting out in the open. Soon a donor walked closer to Cesare. It was a beautiful female, and he gestured her closer with a few fingers. She smiled, blushing even as the tall and handsome man pulled her down into his lap. Instead of biting her, he cut her wrist carefully, not to leave a scar, drinking gently from it as her eyes rolled into the back of her skull at the pleasure she felt.

Drinking the fresh and clean donor blood did him good. He at least feel stronger than before. The girl was a bit clingy afterwards, sitting in his lap, whispering sweet nothings to him and trying to plant ideas in his head that he should take her with him home. He had no intentions of that, but if it meant she stuck around, he wouldn't mind playing pretend with her.
A female vampyre approached, and Martin stepped forward, stopping her with his palm. He looked back at his sire who gestured for him to let her come closer. She spoke rather rudely, and it was clear to him that she was quite younger than he was. At least she should've known better than speak like that in front of the donors here. Cesare tilted his head a little, studying her features. Instead of answering right away, he gestured for her to join him. The donor in his lap not seemingly minding. "I suppose we all want a bit of variety to our diet .. and I like to keep a few hidden gems available to me," he nodded as if he hadn't thought much of this being peculiar to anyone. It was more normal for the leader of a bigger clan to have more than one consistent donor.
"Though I would like to comment that your manners are not quite in check; You name, my lady?" his smile charming as ever, his eyes a little red from the consumption of blood, and he stroked the donor's arm gently, mostly to generate blood flow to her limbs.

"You seek to want to speak to me, and you do not like the rules?" he chuckled, though it was clear that he wasn't to be messed with. If she was going to be rude, he could just as easily have her sent away. She tried boasting about her family and he hummed, knowing that some snobs preferred very selective types of blood, which could be hard to come upon unless you opted to find a family willing to breed. It had been done before, but those were in the dark ages. His face remained neutral, the girl on his laps turning her head to look at the woman, a bit spooked at her eyes. "Run along, darling, I'll be with you momentarily," he told the mortal whom happily obliged.
They were left alone and Cesare leaned a bit back in his seat, studying this Nika, if that was truly her name. However she wouldn't be the wisest if she had chosen a cover name to give to him. At least that was the wrong foot to lead with if she was looking for a trade. He tilted his head, "Cesare," he nodded, introducing himself quite calmly. She spoke about him and he for certain already knew who it was. She had been talking to him at the bar and it wasn't like Cesare was blind. "So you have come to offer a trade, I presume?" Speaking politely as always, and yet he knew better than to trust someone of her caliber. "I am very sorry, my dear, but he is not for sale nor bargaining," and that was final. Mostly because Benjamin wasn't his to sell, but also because he wasn't going to let such a family get their hands on the human he cared so much for.

They were going to take him regardless, gritting his teeth he felt as she moved in closer, but he was not charmed by her one bit. She spoke of breaking the old rules and he scoffed, turning he placed a finger under her chin, tilting his head to the side as he searched her soulless eyes. He smiled slightly, Martin stepping closer, "I see .. I suppose you were just a lovely distraction for me?" he asked, leaning closer to her, inspecting her eyes as his own turned darker. Looking into his eyes she couldn't seem to find the end of them, meaning he was much older than he lead on. "Tell me where you are taking him, and assist me in getting there," he said, knowing that using this command would mean grave consequences for him down the line, but he needed to know, and he needed to get Benjamin to safety. If this family thought they could just take whatever they wanted, then they were wrong.

Cesare wasn't paying attention to anything she said really, unless she spoke about her family. He was curious who they were. He knew a lot of families, but this sounded like a much younger bloodline for sure. If they had a preference then they were fanatics. He didn't care much for it, and as they reached South only to return and head to North he grit his teeth. "Are you playing games with me?" he asked, clearly getting angry and perhaps Nika could feel a pressure in the back of her skull. If she was trying to break out of his orders, then she would surely not survive it. Cesare would make sure of it.
They reached Northern and the elder vampyre was starting to get impatient. The longer the human spent away from him, the more of a chance there was that these crazy people would do anything to him. Everything was slowly coming together in his mind, and most of all he was furious with the family as they clearly didn't understand where they could hunt. Cesare was perhaps not the leader of all of the districts, but many of his sires knew people that knew people. Safe to say he had a lot of strings to pull on should it come to that.

He was guided into a mansion, and the family he saw in there were quite useless. They had been busy breeding, but their kind looked strange. He wouldn't say inbred, but perhaps bordering on it. As they entered a room with a few elder vampyres he looked around at the faces. He was gestured to sit down and even offered a drink. "I presume you made an honest mistake and will return the human you have stolen?" he said, not drinking from his glass even if it was seen as impolite. It would be sure to make them seem like bad hosts. Cesare looked around at the faces, seeing some jealous, some thinking they were better than him and his eyes briefly resting on the one looking hungry.
"If he has not been harmed I will not take actions against your family," he was quite gracious about it, and perhaps politer than he should've been. But he wanted to get Benjamin out of here and into safety, wherever that was for them now. "Well .. Where is he?" waiting for an answer.

Cesare looked at the vial that he had caught quite graciously, chuckling softly as he turned the vial slightly. "So you kidnap my human, defy the old laws, and you expect me to follow your orders?" he asked, just to make sure he had gotten it right. He got up to his feet, chuckling softly as he looked around the room, opening the vial he looked at the contents, smelling it he frowned, "I smell you have tapped him as well," he said, gritting his teeth as he put the cap back on, putting it in his pocket.
"You know .. Taking my human will be the last thing this family has ever done if you don't stop playing games and take me to him this instant," he wasn't fooling around anymore, and an eerie feeling was filling the room. The elder vampyre was not holding back in showing his quote on quote true vampyric self. "I won't give second chances," the choice was theirs.