[A/N: If you're looking to skip the smut scenes, than you can just skip to Chapter 33: Hunted, Pt 2!]
Chapter 30: Fun At The Estate
[Kol Mikaelson POV]:
[Seattle, Washington]:
Kol preferred hunting in a city. It was more challenging to cleanly get away with a vampire hunt in a place crowded with people — but that was what made it exciting and fun.
Sure, there's compulsion, but that would take the fun away.
Unfortunately…
"You know, you keep ignoring me like I'm more of a pest than anything? It's kind of irritating," the voice of a psychic vampire drawled out.
'It's hard to enjoy the thrill of the hunt with a 600 year old bat turning into your head, offering unwarranted opinions,' Kol did his best to ignore the younger vampire without a physical form as he feasted on the complaint form of a compelled business man… A business man with physical traits similar to Maximus (i.e., mixed skin, young, auburn-brown, dark hair, fit physique). 'It's especially difficult to enjoy one's food when said bat is reminding you that you're targeting "victims" to feed on with similar physicalities as your mate… But what would a lesser vampire understand about an Original?'
It was true, though: Kol has been targeting that particular demographics, but with good reason.
Kol hasn't fed in awhile, and, as an Original, he could go months, sometimes years without food; he had only just become underfed. And the first blood he smells is Maximus'.
And it's a constant, unquenchable thirst — the need to taste Maximus in EVERY way: physically, sexually, emotionally, and by blood.
'It's almost impossible how much I want — how much I NEED — to devour the man,' Kol thought as he drained his victim at the neck; before he could pass out, he stopped, fed him some of his blood to heal the wound and then compelled him to forget this, just as he had done 20 times prior. 'Is it because he's 3 types of witches in one? Is it because of that that his blood tries so hard to seduce me? Or because he's part werewolf? God! I've never had this kind of trouble controlling my urges with anyone else, so why him?'
Unlike how most would assume, and to popular belief, Kol Mikaelson had phenomenal control over his thirst. Yes, he often gets drunk off blood from his victims. Yes, they don't tend to survive an encounter with him. But in the end, Kol Mikaelson killed because he felt like it, not because he lost control.
Did it make him a villain? Yes. Did he care? No… Or he typically wouldn't, anyway.
Yet, as he gets closer and closer to his little witch, he's learning to being more careful — not because he wants to be a better person or anything like that — but because he didn't want any of his actions to lead to consequences that Maximus would have to deal with.
'He already has so much to deal with on his own already. I can't add to that,' Kol considered his new sense of consideration as an interesting aspect to himself he had no idea he — the Wily Fox with a Chaotic nature and a need to experience every thrill life has to offer, no matter who lives or who dies — could possess.
Something seemed to suddenly occur to Kol, causing the youngest brother of the Original family to look around him, suddenly alert. He looked in all directions, even going so far as to use both his vampire senses and a drop of his magic awareness to scan his environment — Yet to no avail or result.
'He was bugging me for over 7 hours, and he doesn't seem like the type to give up on making conversation with someone he so diligently tried to get a response out of for 7+ hours…?' Kol thought to himself, before his eyes widened in realization. 'Unless someone of greater interest has piqued his and there is only one mind who could've piqued that 600 year old bat: Maximus.'
Ditching the stalking of another prey, Kol rushed away in a blur of motion no regular vampire would be able to match. With little else on his mind, he hoped he wasn't too late…
[Maximus Westphall-Bennett POV]:
[Wooded Area of Maximus' Forks Estate]:
Max looked at the desiccated form of Sebastian, trying his best to ignore the stink.
He was unsuccessful.
"Ain't no way I'm doing this while he smells like that," Max muttered quietly to himself before, with a flick of his hand, multiple things occurred.
First, a thick, heavy cloud descended upon the area, creating a thick fog as its rainy, nature-scent seeped deep into Sebastian's body, methodically removing the scent of death that clung to his body.
Simultaneously, the body was regaining vitality as the ghost-like form of psychic Seb vanished. The black veins were still present as Max had yet to give the vampire any blood… yet, but the spell that placed him in this form was gone, and so his eyes could now open with a gasp.
Unfortunately for Sebastian the smell of death still clung to him from his centuries spent in dedication, so Max intensified the spell, causing multiple clouds to descend on him, soaking the elder vampire until he was far too wet to be comfortable.
The heavy scent of pine, earthy wood and heavy evening rains traversed his bones, heavily soaking into the vampire's bones and marrow.
Max even had a feeling that he may have permanently changed the vampire's scent. With his witchiness, he sensed that the scent itself had been absorbed on a DNA level, but he also couldn't physically care too much about that.
Why?
Because, staring at Max with bloated eyes even through the heavy fog, was the soaked form of Sebastian, his clothes sticking to his form in a way far too thirst-filling. Max had to bite his bottom lip as his eyes trailed downward to…
"My eyes are up here, my darling Maximellus." Max looked up to Sebastian's face, noting the clever smirk on the vampire's face as he gestured to his eyes. "Though, I'm not too certain that it's the eyes you want to look at right now…Now is it?"
'Gods, that smirk…,' Max thought to himself, always a sucker for a clever smirk. He was becoming achingly hard just looking at it.
'Its…so big,' Max thought, eyes trailing back downward wordlessly. 'That's got to at least be 8 inches… I wonder how it'll taste in my mouth…'.
Max's mouth began drooling at the thought, but he mentally shook himself out of that train of thought, ignoring the vampire's laughter at his brief transfixation.
Walking up to the vampire, Max raised his palm to his elongated fangs, piercing the smooth skin with his werewolf fangs. This move gave Sebastian pause as he looked at Max with interest, while Max merely offered his bloody hand with a single command: "Drink."
Eyeing the palm, Sebastian only hesitated briefly before the veins around his eyes darkened, his fangs dropped and he dove in.
The pleasure of getting blood sucked from his palm was surreal. By all means, Max shouldn't be experiencing pleasure by having his life blood taken from him in this way — And yet, the pleasure high was nearly similar to climaxing.
He even felt himself getting semi-erect just from this action alone. Max felt lightheaded and airy, like he's just had the most amazing of shrooms. It was exhilarating.
So when it stopped and Sebastian let his hand drop from his blood-covered lips, Max nearly whined at the loss of contact. Of course, this caused the elder vampire to chuckle.
"Don't worry, beautiful. I have every intention of completely ruining you."
As if to put evidence to emphasize, Max suddenly found himself pinned against the bark of a tree, held in place by a single pale palm to his neck.
Sebastian smirked as he applied pressure and Max's airpipe vision began clouding.
Instinctively, Max reached for the thick shaft of the vampire, squeezing the shaft through the materials of the pants, causing the vampire to loosen his grip as he groaned out in pleasure, leaning against Max's right shoulder to steady himself.
"Ahh—!" Sebastian groaned in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Maximus was busy undoing the binding of the vampire's pants.
"You say you're going to ruin me…," he said, grinning mischievously as his plans continued to come into fruition. "But you don't seem to understand…"
By then, Max had his hand through bindings of the older man's trousers, past his briefs and grasped around the vampire's hardened shaft, squeezing at uneven intervals and gliding briefly at the uncut head unpredictably. "…that I am the one in control here."
"Uhhn…" Sebastian groaned as Max once again rubbed the head at the length, causing a shiver to run down the vampire's spine.
In his frustration, Sebastian bound Max's free hand to the tree bark beside his head. Then, leaning in, his darkened eyes looked at Max like he was famished and Maximus was the full course dish. "I'll make you regret that," he growled.
Max looked him in the eye, leaning forward, feeling his breath, heavy and full of promise and on him as he said in the most seductively soft voice he could manage, "So then make me." While rubbing the head once more, causing the vampire to groan. "It doesn't look like you are even trying, Sebby," Max smirked cockily.
With his left hand still grasped around Max's neck and his right fist being around Max's left, Sebastian felt a fire in his chest like he's never felt before.
With no other way to express that fire, Sebastian leaned forward, closing the distance as he claimed Max's lips with his own.
Through the kiss, he expressed every temptation, every desire, every lust and every feeling he's ever had from the young man in his grasp. Aggressive and passionate, his lips flowed across Max's like a river through a crevice.
And Max? Max gave as good as he got. He crashed his own to match Sebastian, exchanging lip and tongue as Sebastian basically demanded entry, forcing his way past Max's lips and finally home in the warmth of his mouth as his left hand dropped from Max's neck to his waist.
In response, Max rubbed the head again, causing the vampire to tremble all over and growl in irritation.
"You andthat fucking tip," he muttered as Max merely grinned gleefully. "But you aren't the only one with baseless methods of pleasure, Maximellus."
Before Max could properly digest his words, Sebastian used the hand on his waist to pull out Max's from his own groin, pinned it to the other side of his head and did an upward thrust into the clothed covered member of Max's own hardness, ripping the air from Max's lungs, causing Max to gasp in ecstasy.
He did it again. And again. And again. And Maximus couldn't even process the pleasure properly — He short-circuited, his head slumping onto Sebastian's shoulders.
But Sebastian wasn't done yet.
Mid thrust, he tilted the top of his head so that he could gain access to the vulnerable part of Max's neck — And he bit down. Hard, fangs and all.
And that was all it took. Max came, untouched, in his drawls, the whole world going white. The pleasure was almost too much. It was unlike anything ever felt before.
And the best part? Sebastian thrusted him through the release.
By the time Max was coming out of subspace, he felt an arm pull him downward to his knees.
SMACK!
A sudden smack to the face by a soft but hard object had Max focus on the shaft in front of him once more — the shaft that was vigorously being rubbed right in front of his face.
"I'm going to paint you in my scent, Maximellus," Sebastian said, heavy breathing. "Fuck what Kol says. You're going to smell like me — Like mine. Not Kol. Mine!"
Horny and desperate for the nut, Max did something that shocked Sebastian: Grasping the middle of the shaft, Max, without hesitation, devoured the head of Sebastian cock, going all the way to the middle of the shaft while his tongue flicking randomly across the head at consistent however unpredictable intervals.
"FUCK! I'm gonna—!" Sebastian gasped out, with more strength than he meant, grabbed the back of Max's head, forcing Max down to the sweaty, musky, heady, dark-haired pubes as he thrusted forward thrice amount of times and shot his load deep down Max's throat and into his stomach, causing Max's eyes to water."CUMMM!"
As Sebastian rode out his release, rocking into Max a few times, his hand hold the back of Max's head in vice-like grip, he eventually let go of Max's head, allowing Max tp, at last, breathe. And as he did so, he could taste every last drop of Sebastian's release — And, he was ashamed to say, he liked it — No, he loved it — So much did he love it, in fact, that his mind could only sync with his mouth to verbalize one singular thought aloud: "More, please."
However, before either could speak in a blur of motion Kol appeared. Swiftly taking in the scene, Kol smirked, eyes darkened.
"I do hope you can take two vampires' loads, my beloved, because there's no way I'm not next."
Meanwhile, Max was already once again rocking a semi, and, as he rubbed himself through the wetness of his pants, Max moaned in pure want.
"Don't worry, darling," Kol gave the smirk he knew would hook the teen. "We'll have more than enough time to help you out with that…But first, you're gonna help us with ours… After we get out of this fog of course."
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