Blood Plus - One-shot - R
Title: Need
Fandom: Blood Plus
Pairing/Prompt: Diva/Solomon+Amshel: voyeurism, trollism, jealousy --> She’s touching his chest now/He takes off her dress now/ Let me go
Rating: R for some explicit content, minor blood play and implied threesome/rough sex
Word count: 1,109
Summary: Until Riku is ready, Diva wants to practice her bedding skills. How better than with the ever kind and gentle Solomon? (implied spoilers through episode 25).
Author's Note: Unbeta'd so corrections and/or constructive criticism would be most welcomed.
Need
Saya. Solomon could get lost in her black eyes, lost in the heat of her red determination that flitted carelessly in and out of being like the edge of her sword that glinted in the night.
But he was Diva's Chevalier.
If only he had stolen her away that first night, when he was not Solomon and she was not Saya but simply two strangers dancing. For a brief moment, he had forgotten why he had become a Chevalier in the first place.
"Solomon," Diva whispered, sliding up to his back and pulling the delicate stem of his wineglass from his grasp. The brief clink of glass as it shattered told him where it had gone.
A pity that such good wine was wasted.
Darkness surrounded them despite the hundred or so miniature lights that lined the walkways and wound through the trees. Diva loved light, craved it. She basked in running unfettered through the countryside, buoyant as a thistle and as elusive as air.
"Solomon," Diva whined, biting his ear.
"Diva," he whispered, turning around and holding her in his arms. He ached with another name filling the emptiness of his flesh. Diva's hands brushed his jacket aside, and the white fabric pooled at his feet, shadows staining the untidy folds.
Solomon brushed his hand over her shoulder and pulled at the ties that kept her dress anchored around her neck. Her skin felt cool against his hand. Saya's had burned and made his heart race. He wanted to taste that sensation again, but she had refused to the hand he held out to her. Would Saya have taken it if her Chevalier had not interrupted?
Diva's nails pressed into his neck, and he grimaced. Diva was a child, unsure of love, unsure of hate and often mixing the two together seamlessly. What she wanted, she took. What she needed, she demanded. When she was denied, she lashed out.
Solomon ran his hand down her back, pressing his fingers against the small of her back. He had lost count of the scars he should have worn if he had not drunk Diva's blood. He could still hear Karl's screams as he was torn apart time and again while she watched.
Diva had smiled sweetly as she took her afternoon tea.
Solomon hissed as Diva's nails scratched a trail of blood down his chest, slicing his shirt to ribbons. Her tongue lapped up the drops with sensuous delight.
"Play with me," she whispered into his chest, pressing him backwards until Solomon fell against Diva's bed. She liked open spaces and insisted in sleeping in them. It made his flesh crawl. He was glad they had installed special glass that prevented their enemies and others from watching.
"Of course," he whispered back, his fingers still splayed against her back as she inched forward.
She smiled and gripped him with a firm hand, the fingers flexing around him with skill. "Do you think he'll like this?" Diva asked, more curious than in a true need for intimacy.
Solomon grunted and flexed his body. She always knew how to play him. Even from the first moment she had jumped him after waking from her first thirty year sleep. Somehow, Solomon knew that he would have to take the lead with Saya. She was skittish around him, and rightfully so.
He wanted her. He burned for her.
Solomon had long since forgotten that sensation.
"That boy, I want him," she whispered, sliding her body down Solomon's. Diva's face didn't even shift as she guided him into herself. Diva's mind wasn't here, she was a city away, thinking of the boy she had left behind at the zoo.
Diva's mouth curved gently in a smile as she shifted, tightening her walls. "I can hear him."
Solomon gripped Diva's hip, pressing her down, hoping he'd have time to adjust before she decided to ride him in earnest. She had wanted practice, and Solomon could already feel himself trembling.
"His heartbeat, it's barely there, but I can still hear it." Diva pressed her forehead against Solomon's her hips rotating despite the grip he had on her. "Do you think he'll wait for me?"
Sweat coated Solomon's body as he struggled not to move. That had been her express order as she guided him into the atrium. Her constant movement taxed his strength and her flickering expression tasked his resolve. Her hair slid down his back in soft tendrils, and then receded to barely brushing her shoulders.
Her face was thrown back in a mirror of ecstasy, and for a second, she looked like Saya. Solomon couldn't help but lose his breath, and came, mouthing a name.
Where Diva was light, Saya was darkness and the world be damned, he wanted her. She held darkness, but fought it. She saw despair, but embraced it. Where he had given up, she fought. She was a breath of fresh air after years of stagnation.
"You were thinking of her, weren't you?" Diva laughed as she sat up, face flushed with her own pleasure. "You should be punished."
Solomon fought to catch his breath and eyed Diva, waiting.
"Amshel," she called, easing herself off of Solomon, wetness pooling on his chest where her legs pressed against him. She didn't care that his seed was leaking out of her. It was wasted on her anyways. Solomon felt hollow, used.
"Amshel," she sang, looking back the way they had come. "I know you're watching us. I can hear you."
Solomon turned and watched as Amshel, his older brother walked out of the shadows, the red glint of his cigar burning in the darkness. "Yes, Diva?"
Solomon shivered. He hated being watched, and after the Zoo, he knew he'd be watched even more closely. What was Amshel up to?
"I'm not at all satisfied. Won't you help me teach Solomon the basics?"
Amshel smiled and extinguished his cigar against the palm of his hand before flicking off the remains. "Your wish is my command."
Diva smiled. "I don't think Solomon's in the mood tonight to play with me. He'd much rather be playing with someone else. Do you think you could make him more attentive?" Her pout was beautiful with lips downturned and her blue eyes flashing with a mix of delight and malice.
Amshel bowed and knelt on the bed. "Of course, Diva."
Solomon shivered as two pairs of eyes turned towards him. He hated it when Diva did this. Amshel was never kind; he didn't like sharing at all.
"You better be ready," Amshel whispered in his ear. "It's going to be a long night."
Diva's laughter rang in his ears.
Cross-posted to springkink, Back to Fic Archive
Fandom: Blood Plus
Pairing/Prompt: Diva/Solomon+Amshel: voyeurism, trollism, jealousy --> She’s touching his chest now/He takes off her dress now/ Let me go
Rating: R for some explicit content, minor blood play and implied threesome/rough sex
Word count: 1,109
Summary: Until Riku is ready, Diva wants to practice her bedding skills. How better than with the ever kind and gentle Solomon? (implied spoilers through episode 25).
Author's Note: Unbeta'd so corrections and/or constructive criticism would be most welcomed.
Need
Saya. Solomon could get lost in her black eyes, lost in the heat of her red determination that flitted carelessly in and out of being like the edge of her sword that glinted in the night.
But he was Diva's Chevalier.
If only he had stolen her away that first night, when he was not Solomon and she was not Saya but simply two strangers dancing. For a brief moment, he had forgotten why he had become a Chevalier in the first place.
"Solomon," Diva whispered, sliding up to his back and pulling the delicate stem of his wineglass from his grasp. The brief clink of glass as it shattered told him where it had gone.
A pity that such good wine was wasted.
Darkness surrounded them despite the hundred or so miniature lights that lined the walkways and wound through the trees. Diva loved light, craved it. She basked in running unfettered through the countryside, buoyant as a thistle and as elusive as air.
"Solomon," Diva whined, biting his ear.
"Diva," he whispered, turning around and holding her in his arms. He ached with another name filling the emptiness of his flesh. Diva's hands brushed his jacket aside, and the white fabric pooled at his feet, shadows staining the untidy folds.
Solomon brushed his hand over her shoulder and pulled at the ties that kept her dress anchored around her neck. Her skin felt cool against his hand. Saya's had burned and made his heart race. He wanted to taste that sensation again, but she had refused to the hand he held out to her. Would Saya have taken it if her Chevalier had not interrupted?
Diva's nails pressed into his neck, and he grimaced. Diva was a child, unsure of love, unsure of hate and often mixing the two together seamlessly. What she wanted, she took. What she needed, she demanded. When she was denied, she lashed out.
Solomon ran his hand down her back, pressing his fingers against the small of her back. He had lost count of the scars he should have worn if he had not drunk Diva's blood. He could still hear Karl's screams as he was torn apart time and again while she watched.
Diva had smiled sweetly as she took her afternoon tea.
Solomon hissed as Diva's nails scratched a trail of blood down his chest, slicing his shirt to ribbons. Her tongue lapped up the drops with sensuous delight.
"Play with me," she whispered into his chest, pressing him backwards until Solomon fell against Diva's bed. She liked open spaces and insisted in sleeping in them. It made his flesh crawl. He was glad they had installed special glass that prevented their enemies and others from watching.
"Of course," he whispered back, his fingers still splayed against her back as she inched forward.
She smiled and gripped him with a firm hand, the fingers flexing around him with skill. "Do you think he'll like this?" Diva asked, more curious than in a true need for intimacy.
Solomon grunted and flexed his body. She always knew how to play him. Even from the first moment she had jumped him after waking from her first thirty year sleep. Somehow, Solomon knew that he would have to take the lead with Saya. She was skittish around him, and rightfully so.
He wanted her. He burned for her.
Solomon had long since forgotten that sensation.
"That boy, I want him," she whispered, sliding her body down Solomon's. Diva's face didn't even shift as she guided him into herself. Diva's mind wasn't here, she was a city away, thinking of the boy she had left behind at the zoo.
Diva's mouth curved gently in a smile as she shifted, tightening her walls. "I can hear him."
Solomon gripped Diva's hip, pressing her down, hoping he'd have time to adjust before she decided to ride him in earnest. She had wanted practice, and Solomon could already feel himself trembling.
"His heartbeat, it's barely there, but I can still hear it." Diva pressed her forehead against Solomon's her hips rotating despite the grip he had on her. "Do you think he'll wait for me?"
Sweat coated Solomon's body as he struggled not to move. That had been her express order as she guided him into the atrium. Her constant movement taxed his strength and her flickering expression tasked his resolve. Her hair slid down his back in soft tendrils, and then receded to barely brushing her shoulders.
Her face was thrown back in a mirror of ecstasy, and for a second, she looked like Saya. Solomon couldn't help but lose his breath, and came, mouthing a name.
Where Diva was light, Saya was darkness and the world be damned, he wanted her. She held darkness, but fought it. She saw despair, but embraced it. Where he had given up, she fought. She was a breath of fresh air after years of stagnation.
"You were thinking of her, weren't you?" Diva laughed as she sat up, face flushed with her own pleasure. "You should be punished."
Solomon fought to catch his breath and eyed Diva, waiting.
"Amshel," she called, easing herself off of Solomon, wetness pooling on his chest where her legs pressed against him. She didn't care that his seed was leaking out of her. It was wasted on her anyways. Solomon felt hollow, used.
"Amshel," she sang, looking back the way they had come. "I know you're watching us. I can hear you."
Solomon turned and watched as Amshel, his older brother walked out of the shadows, the red glint of his cigar burning in the darkness. "Yes, Diva?"
Solomon shivered. He hated being watched, and after the Zoo, he knew he'd be watched even more closely. What was Amshel up to?
"I'm not at all satisfied. Won't you help me teach Solomon the basics?"
Amshel smiled and extinguished his cigar against the palm of his hand before flicking off the remains. "Your wish is my command."
Diva smiled. "I don't think Solomon's in the mood tonight to play with me. He'd much rather be playing with someone else. Do you think you could make him more attentive?" Her pout was beautiful with lips downturned and her blue eyes flashing with a mix of delight and malice.
Amshel bowed and knelt on the bed. "Of course, Diva."
Solomon shivered as two pairs of eyes turned towards him. He hated it when Diva did this. Amshel was never kind; he didn't like sharing at all.
"You better be ready," Amshel whispered in his ear. "It's going to be a long night."
Diva's laughter rang in his ears.
Cross-posted to springkink, Back to Fic Archive