LOG; askjdhasjkhdasda; LYCURGUS + AMBROSIUS
Who; Lycurgus and Ambrosius
What; Sensual seduction $_$
When; Backdated to the evening of July 10th
Ambrosius flipped open his locket and looked sadly at the picture contained within: himself, Damon, and Liliya, all smiling happily. Well, only Liliya was really smiling happily... Damon was sort of leering at her cleavage, and Ambrosius was posing like one of those waifish models in fashion magazines who always looked angry or depressed... but still. It was a nice picture.
Casting the locket onto his bed to lay with the expertly preserved corpse of his dead cat, Ambrosius took a final glance at himself in the mirror and then left his bedroom with a dramatic swirl of his overly large black cloak. Damon was no longer of any concern to him. The whore.
To Aunt Jacinta's inquiry-- "Amby-kins honey, where are you going at this hour?"-- Ambrosius simply gave her one of his sad, pretty smiles that he practiced in front of the mirror for hours at a time and replied, "To meet a vampire, of course." And then he was gone. It would not do to be delayed.
Soon he was knocking quietly on the door of the the address that Lycurgus had given him, clutching a bouquet of red tulips. They symbolized a "declaration of love", and bloomed madly before his very eyes, exuding the most overpowerful scent. It was entirely sensual.
There had been a moment between informing Ambrosius of his home address and the knock at the door where Lycurgus considered just leaving his place and going to perhaps Rafael's. Would it be rude? Of course. Was it something was capable of doing with a clear conscious? Indeed.
Still, he remained and waited, figuring he had to one day find out whether Ambrosius would be worth something. Why not tonight? If he was a true disappointment he could always end him. He gathered Ambrosius might even enjoy that so who could possibly lose?
When the knock was heard, his computer had been shut down and he had just taken another two pills to see if that would help his headache. But he didn't even have to open the door to know something was quite wrong. He didn't delay long in opening the door since he wanted to know what the boy had done and couldn't hide his flinch from the scent that greeted him. Those pills could do nothing for him now, he thought, and he resisted the urge to slam the door to save himself. Who knew how long Ambrosius might stay outside of his place if he did that anyway?
So he stepped back, gesturing at the inside of his home. He'd deal with the problem in a moment. "...Ambrosius. Come in."
It was a strange combination of joy and terror that he felt upon meeting one who was surely-- surely-- a vampire, for who else but a vampire would look at him with such cold eyes? Only one who had walked the Earth for millenia, killing and indulging in bloody debaucheries. Nothing else made sense.
But Ambrosius was ready. He had been preparing for this moment for his entire life. He swept into a courtly bow, then entered Lycurgus' home as indicated. And if he hadn't been absorbed in stealing glances at Lycurgus while trying to avoid eye contact, he would have realized that the flowers he clutched with slightly trembling fingers were now... overreacting in a way that flowers seldom did outside of Ambrosius' prescence, shedding red petals onto his feet in their eagerness to bloom. His power was something he tended to ignore, simply because over the years it had never been good for much of anything.
"Thank you," said Ambrosius, trying to speak very quietly. "And hello." It was tempting to add a romantic sonnet onto the end of his greeting but Lycurgus had asked for quiet so the less said the better, right? It was unfortunate, as he knew so many lovely sonnets.
If he only knew what was going through Ambrosius' mind about 'bloody debaucheries' and so forth. There would have been many thoughts about the sort of people he was lately associating himself with as well. But the door was shut and locked before he turned to openly examine the other.
Despite his oddness, Ambrosius was very pretty. The pictures online had certainly been a good preview for the real thing. If he had not been under the weather, he would have changed his plans to fully use Ambrosius.
Then his gaze dropped from his guest to the petals on his floor. "Your flowers appear to be dying."
And if Ambrosius had known that his opportunity to be 'fully used' had been derailed by Lycurgus' illness... he would have wept openly. As it was, being surveyed by Lycurgus, Ambrosius couldn't really help but stare right back... or rather, gaze transfixed. His mind was roiling with obscure facts about vampires, of all things. A nervous habit.
"Uhhhhh....." he replied, and repeated Lycurgus' words in his head until they made sense. Your flowers appear to be dying. Your flowers appear to be dying.... Your flowers appear to be... dying. "... Oh."
Ambrosius blinked and looked down at the flowers. How to explain this? With the truth, of course. It was pointless to lie to a vampire. They always knew.
"Flowers usually die when I go near them," said Ambrosius grimly. "A priest once told me that I am in ill omen and ought to be exorcized. I expect he was correct."
Weeping would have likely earned him Lycurgus' foot print on his bottom and a door slamming shut behind him. Without so much as asking, he reached out to take the dying flowers from Ambrosius, just to look them over. Would the boy's abilities be of use to him in the future?
"Priests will say anything these days if they can't make heads or tails of it," he commented. "Do they only die when near you?"
Sure his abilities could probably be of use to Lycurgus. If say, Lycurgus felt like crashing a wedding and destroying all the flower arrangements. That Ambrosius would follow him in such a pursuit should go without saying.
Now he cleared his throat and tried to stop wishing that You're Beautiful by James Blunt would start playing in the background to make the mood more intimate.
She smiled at me on a subway... she was with another man...
You're beautiful... you're beautiful...
"... Yes. Sometimes they bloom for me... although I must admit that it is exceedingly rare... actually I think they're doing it now... just sort of going hard at it."
He coughed. "I mean. Blooming very vigorously."
"......" It was very, very hard to keep his face blank and he had to turn away to set the flowers down. After this, he would seek out other companionship for the sake of just something...normal. "Would you like something to drink, Ambrosius?"
Ambrosius began to say blood, but then decided half way to say orange juice instead. It came out like, "Blorange juice, please." And then he added, "... Or vodka."
Because wonderful, sensual things had happened in Russia after he and Damon had consumed vodka. He didn't remember any of it, but the postcards he received daily from Damon's whore wife, Yevpraksiya, indicated that it had been simply divine.
If Lycurgus had cared even a touch, he would have inquired about the last time Ambrosius had vodka and the results of it. Could such a boy his size handle it? But he didn't and he went to fetch a bottle and glasses. As long as Ambrosius could hold his liquor, he didn't care how drunk the boy got.
When he returned, he gestured for Ambrosius to get comfortable somewhere and sat down himself. As he poured the vodka, he asked what he already had understood. "And blorange juice is what now?"
"I meant to say blood... but then I remembered that I'm not really a vampire," explained Ambrosius a bit sadly. "So I changed it to orange juice. Blorange juice would also be a good name for orange juice spiked with blood."
What a lovely, sensual turn the conversation had taken. Ambrosius sat down on the very edge of a chair and wondered if Lycurgus spiked all of his beverages with blood. A tempting question indeed.
"Do you spike your beverages with blood?"
He had not expected a proper answer which made him just nearly appreciated Ambrosius more. He would humour the boy just a bit for amusing him. "Only on special occasions. A third date, for ceremonies. I'm sure you can understand what I mean. No need to waste precious blood for all drinks." A glass of vodka was nudged toward his guest. "Did you eat before coming? I rather you not get sick in here."
"As expected. What perfect logic..."
Ambrosius just barely resisted the urge to pull out his notepad and pencil, to jot down these sensual little tidbits. Third date. Ceremonies. What sorts of ceremonies? Bloody pagan ritualistic ceremonies, most likely. Ambrosius dabbed his forehead with his special monogrammed handkerchief, picked up the glass with one sweaty, shaking hand, and look a gulp.
"I had... pizza bagels..." he said with some difficulty, because he was trying not to cough. Vodka sure burned on the way down. "I would rather hang myself than get sick in a vampire's home."
Pizza bagels. Lycurgus still couldn't imagine anyone liking those at all.
And it seemed he was going to have to ply along to keep his carpets clean, wasn't he? "As pleasing as slender is, an intoxicated young man who may or may not be able to hold his liquor well enough would be a turn-off. And if I were to..." Lycurgus nearly frowned, searching for the right word. "Well, if I were to take from you this night, I would prefer you to feel it instead of just experience it while drunk. You're too slender and will get drunk far too fast, Ambrosius. I will not be denied how I do things. Is that clear?"
The vodka bottle was plucked from the table after those stern words and placed out of view as if to say his word was final.
All the blood drained from Ambrosius' face, leaving him even paler than usual. Quite a feat.
"Yes," he said quickly. "Of course. Perfectly clear. I don't know what I was thinking." He paused, and gained some of the color back in his face in the form of a blush. "Does that mean that you might..." Ambrosius trailed off and thought that he might be having a heart attack for a moment... but no, that was his cell phone vibrating in his front pocket. He ignored it.
Lycurgus finished what was in his glass and set it aside, not giving Ambrosius' words a great deal of thought. There wasn't a chance of him ever taking from the other like how he wanted. Although perhaps if he took on a more wolfish form, that wouldn't be so difficult. It would be quicker as well.
As he considered his options for the future, he just leaned over to give Ambrosius a push back. "Spread your legs," he ordered while reaching to find that cell phone.
THIS IS IT, said a sensual voice in Ambrosius' head. THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
"Yes," said Ambrosius.
The heart attack felt more real now. Ambrosius clutched at his chest and offered silent prayers of thanks to all the gods of the underworld that came to mind: Erebus, Wepwawet, Batara Kala, Mictlantecuhtli, etc.
Making sure to move as sensually as possible, Ambrosius... spread his legs.
Watching Ambrosius clutch at his chest, Lycurgus couldn't help but lift a brow. What is he doing now? ...I'm not asking.
The cell phone was found easily, slipped out from his pocket and then Lycurgus was back in his original position, leaned away from the boy. Who could be calling him? Was it that charming little stalker?
Ambrosius had begun to close his eyes, but stopped when he realized that nothing was happening. Lycurgus had his phone.
... Oh. And again, Ambrosius' face fell. Disappointment was a daily occurence when you sought vampires as a life goal, though, and he recovered quickly.
"It may be Damon," he said, and couldn't help but wring his hands, thinking about his best friend in the custody of the snorting Frenchman. "He has been texting me insults and pleas for help all day."
"Insults and pleas. He's not such a clever little man to do that to his friend." Lycurgus crooked a finger at Ambrosius to come over to his side. "Let's read some of these out loud. They'll make my headache better."
"In the past, I might have said that he is just scared and confused... but I shall have to agree with you," said Ambrosius coldly... or at least, he tried to say it coldly. Really he was just sad and wished that Damon would stop calling him a whore.
Ambrosius settled himself next to Lycurgus and squinted at the screen of his phone. "WHORE," he read.
The previous message read "WHORE" as well, and then there were several messages saying things like "Hallo hallo okai" and "O... baleiy" which meant that the Frenchman was using Damon's phone as well. The rest said things like "SOS I'M IN A CAR" and "HELP" and "Ambrosius... Ambykins.... save me with your strong arms".
Ambrosius tossed his hair the way he saw arrogant football players at school do. "Damon you... whore."
Lycurgus gave a small laugh at the response from Ambrosius to the messages. It comical but also provided him with ideas if he ever managed to get these two in the same room. He placed a hand on Ambrosius' hip to draw him closer and dangled the phone between two fingers. "Should we message him back and inform him that you're with me now or do you want to sleep in my bed now?"
Accusations of being a whore forgotten, Ambrosius slid as close to Lycurgus as he could without seeming like a... whore... staring at his face in the way that starving puppies stare at anything edible. There might as well have been stars in his eyes.
"Bed," he said at once. "I mean." He cleared his throat and tugged at his cravat. "Sleep, please. You have a headache, after all..."
Did Lycurgus have a headache because he was starving for human blood at the moment? Ambrosius could only hope.
The choice had been clear him and he allowed himself a smirk. It had been, in the end, a good idea to let this boy over. To 'reward' him a little, he touched his lips to the side of Ambrosius's throat. "Your consideration for my health is noted. Go wash up and I'll see you in the bedroom."
"Oh my god," said Ambrosius, and tried to act like he was trying not to blush (which he was not). "Okay."
He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to wash up in the bathroom. Washing his face would ruin his makeup, and he hadn't brought a toothbrush. So he just washed his hands several times, touched up his eyeliner in the mirror, and swallowed a breath mint... JUST IN CASE.
And then he spent a few minutes catching his breath, because he was hyperventilating.
And then he went into... Lycurgus' bedroom. Or as he had come to think of it in his mind, his vampire's lair. He prayed it would look like a dungeon.
There would be likely further disappointment for Ambrosius. Lycurgus' bedroom, like majority of the place, was furnished tastefully but also in a simple manner. It was in shades of pale blues and green but majority of it was a creamy white. It was as far from a dungeon as could be.
His host was already on the bed, stretched out with one arm tucked comfortably under his hand and his other arm over his stomach. There was plenty of room for his guest at his side. His eyes were already closed but he was quite aware that Ambrosius was in the room.
It was terribly disappointing... where were the cold stone walls? And the ... the whips... and stuff. But not entirely so, because it was always possible that all the dungeon-ish things were hidden under the bed or in the closet. Or that Lycurgus was using his hypnotic vampire powers to cast the illusion of a perfectly normal bedroom... which would be... so sensual. Ambrosius sighed happily.
Not wanting to disturb him, Ambrosius said nothing and climbed onto the bed to lay down beside Lycurgus. Truth be told he was terrified out of his mind of touching Lycurgus without permission and bursting into flame. So he stayed just out of range of touch and concentrated on not breathing too loudly.
After a few moments of wondering why he was lacking a body closer to himself, Lycurgus opened his eyes and turned to look at Ambrosius. He reached out with his free hand to toy with a lock of the boy's hair. "When I invited you to bed, it wasn't to be an ornament out of reach. Get over here."
"Of course," said Ambrosius at once, and didn't waste any time doing what he had dreamt about many times... even though most of his dreams were NC-17 and the current scene was PG-13 at most. But still.
Ambrosius moved closer to Lycurgus, closing his eyes and snuggling against his side. And somewhere.... somewhere there were angels singing. Because one boy's dream had just come true.
At last, the boy was doing what Lycurgus wanted him to do - be a warm, quiet body. The snuggling was interesting itself but he wouldn't complain about it as long as it wouldn't distract him from drifting into a sleep.
A hand came up to stroke the top of Ambrosius' head and then started to drift down the back of his neck. It continued until it was settled near his tailbone and ceased to venture any further than that. He didn't want to excite the boy too much. Just reward him for being a good boy.
Unfortunately, Ambrosius was easily excited. He was in a bed with a beautiful vampire. Thousands of teenage girls around the world would trade their own organs for such an opportunity. Although technically not a teenage girl, Ambrosius felt the same way.
Anyway, he was suddenly overcome by a sensual combination of terror, passion, desire, and recklessness. It broke over him like a tidal wave upon a... fragile life boat in the middle of the ocean. Ambrosius surrendered to the feeling and gave Lycurgus a very small, shy kiss on the cheek.
...well. Either he could give the boy a sharp look with a good scolding to cease any further affection or just figure this meant Ambrosius was neatly in his palm now.
The latter seemed like the better idea - hello, headache - and Lycurgus glanced over to brush his mouth against Ambrosius' forehead. "What a good boy you are. You may sleep tonight knowing you are approved and that one day you'll get what you deserve. Be patient and it'll be even more rewarding."
He was finding the idea of tearing this kid's throat out with his teeth. Whether as a wolf or partly as a human, who knew? But Ambrosius was winning points with him and if that's what the boy wanted, maybe he might do it.
"I have been patient for my entire life," said Ambrosius, trying to sound sad and dramatic. "A day more, a week more, a decade more, it is nothing. I would wait forever if there were no other way."
If Ambrosius had been capable of smugness, he would have felt smug. Years of studying the art of pleasing vampires. Years of poring over trashy vampire romance novels and building his online vampire coven... YEARS. Blood, tears... there had been so much... blood and tears... but less with the blood and more with the tears. Most of the blood had been fake actually...
It had all paid off. It had worked. He had successfully seduced a vampire. His life was complete. He could die with a smile on his face. Thinking these sensual things, and also of how lovely and perfect and sensual Lycurgus smelled, Ambrosius closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.
What; Sensual seduction $_$
When; Backdated to the evening of July 10th
Ambrosius flipped open his locket and looked sadly at the picture contained within: himself, Damon, and Liliya, all smiling happily. Well, only Liliya was really smiling happily... Damon was sort of leering at her cleavage, and Ambrosius was posing like one of those waifish models in fashion magazines who always looked angry or depressed... but still. It was a nice picture.
Casting the locket onto his bed to lay with the expertly preserved corpse of his dead cat, Ambrosius took a final glance at himself in the mirror and then left his bedroom with a dramatic swirl of his overly large black cloak. Damon was no longer of any concern to him. The whore.
To Aunt Jacinta's inquiry-- "Amby-kins honey, where are you going at this hour?"-- Ambrosius simply gave her one of his sad, pretty smiles that he practiced in front of the mirror for hours at a time and replied, "To meet a vampire, of course." And then he was gone. It would not do to be delayed.
Soon he was knocking quietly on the door of the the address that Lycurgus had given him, clutching a bouquet of red tulips. They symbolized a "declaration of love", and bloomed madly before his very eyes, exuding the most overpowerful scent. It was entirely sensual.
There had been a moment between informing Ambrosius of his home address and the knock at the door where Lycurgus considered just leaving his place and going to perhaps Rafael's. Would it be rude? Of course. Was it something was capable of doing with a clear conscious? Indeed.
Still, he remained and waited, figuring he had to one day find out whether Ambrosius would be worth something. Why not tonight? If he was a true disappointment he could always end him. He gathered Ambrosius might even enjoy that so who could possibly lose?
When the knock was heard, his computer had been shut down and he had just taken another two pills to see if that would help his headache. But he didn't even have to open the door to know something was quite wrong. He didn't delay long in opening the door since he wanted to know what the boy had done and couldn't hide his flinch from the scent that greeted him. Those pills could do nothing for him now, he thought, and he resisted the urge to slam the door to save himself. Who knew how long Ambrosius might stay outside of his place if he did that anyway?
So he stepped back, gesturing at the inside of his home. He'd deal with the problem in a moment. "...Ambrosius. Come in."
It was a strange combination of joy and terror that he felt upon meeting one who was surely-- surely-- a vampire, for who else but a vampire would look at him with such cold eyes? Only one who had walked the Earth for millenia, killing and indulging in bloody debaucheries. Nothing else made sense.
But Ambrosius was ready. He had been preparing for this moment for his entire life. He swept into a courtly bow, then entered Lycurgus' home as indicated. And if he hadn't been absorbed in stealing glances at Lycurgus while trying to avoid eye contact, he would have realized that the flowers he clutched with slightly trembling fingers were now... overreacting in a way that flowers seldom did outside of Ambrosius' prescence, shedding red petals onto his feet in their eagerness to bloom. His power was something he tended to ignore, simply because over the years it had never been good for much of anything.
"Thank you," said Ambrosius, trying to speak very quietly. "And hello." It was tempting to add a romantic sonnet onto the end of his greeting but Lycurgus had asked for quiet so the less said the better, right? It was unfortunate, as he knew so many lovely sonnets.
If he only knew what was going through Ambrosius' mind about 'bloody debaucheries' and so forth. There would have been many thoughts about the sort of people he was lately associating himself with as well. But the door was shut and locked before he turned to openly examine the other.
Despite his oddness, Ambrosius was very pretty. The pictures online had certainly been a good preview for the real thing. If he had not been under the weather, he would have changed his plans to fully use Ambrosius.
Then his gaze dropped from his guest to the petals on his floor. "Your flowers appear to be dying."
And if Ambrosius had known that his opportunity to be 'fully used' had been derailed by Lycurgus' illness... he would have wept openly. As it was, being surveyed by Lycurgus, Ambrosius couldn't really help but stare right back... or rather, gaze transfixed. His mind was roiling with obscure facts about vampires, of all things. A nervous habit.
"Uhhhhh....." he replied, and repeated Lycurgus' words in his head until they made sense. Your flowers appear to be dying. Your flowers appear to be dying.... Your flowers appear to be... dying. "... Oh."
Ambrosius blinked and looked down at the flowers. How to explain this? With the truth, of course. It was pointless to lie to a vampire. They always knew.
"Flowers usually die when I go near them," said Ambrosius grimly. "A priest once told me that I am in ill omen and ought to be exorcized. I expect he was correct."
Weeping would have likely earned him Lycurgus' foot print on his bottom and a door slamming shut behind him. Without so much as asking, he reached out to take the dying flowers from Ambrosius, just to look them over. Would the boy's abilities be of use to him in the future?
"Priests will say anything these days if they can't make heads or tails of it," he commented. "Do they only die when near you?"
Sure his abilities could probably be of use to Lycurgus. If say, Lycurgus felt like crashing a wedding and destroying all the flower arrangements. That Ambrosius would follow him in such a pursuit should go without saying.
Now he cleared his throat and tried to stop wishing that You're Beautiful by James Blunt would start playing in the background to make the mood more intimate.
She smiled at me on a subway... she was with another man...
You're beautiful... you're beautiful...
"... Yes. Sometimes they bloom for me... although I must admit that it is exceedingly rare... actually I think they're doing it now... just sort of going hard at it."
He coughed. "I mean. Blooming very vigorously."
"......" It was very, very hard to keep his face blank and he had to turn away to set the flowers down. After this, he would seek out other companionship for the sake of just something...normal. "Would you like something to drink, Ambrosius?"
Ambrosius began to say blood, but then decided half way to say orange juice instead. It came out like, "Blorange juice, please." And then he added, "... Or vodka."
Because wonderful, sensual things had happened in Russia after he and Damon had consumed vodka. He didn't remember any of it, but the postcards he received daily from Damon's whore wife, Yevpraksiya, indicated that it had been simply divine.
If Lycurgus had cared even a touch, he would have inquired about the last time Ambrosius had vodka and the results of it. Could such a boy his size handle it? But he didn't and he went to fetch a bottle and glasses. As long as Ambrosius could hold his liquor, he didn't care how drunk the boy got.
When he returned, he gestured for Ambrosius to get comfortable somewhere and sat down himself. As he poured the vodka, he asked what he already had understood. "And blorange juice is what now?"
"I meant to say blood... but then I remembered that I'm not really a vampire," explained Ambrosius a bit sadly. "So I changed it to orange juice. Blorange juice would also be a good name for orange juice spiked with blood."
What a lovely, sensual turn the conversation had taken. Ambrosius sat down on the very edge of a chair and wondered if Lycurgus spiked all of his beverages with blood. A tempting question indeed.
"Do you spike your beverages with blood?"
He had not expected a proper answer which made him just nearly appreciated Ambrosius more. He would humour the boy just a bit for amusing him. "Only on special occasions. A third date, for ceremonies. I'm sure you can understand what I mean. No need to waste precious blood for all drinks." A glass of vodka was nudged toward his guest. "Did you eat before coming? I rather you not get sick in here."
"As expected. What perfect logic..."
Ambrosius just barely resisted the urge to pull out his notepad and pencil, to jot down these sensual little tidbits. Third date. Ceremonies. What sorts of ceremonies? Bloody pagan ritualistic ceremonies, most likely. Ambrosius dabbed his forehead with his special monogrammed handkerchief, picked up the glass with one sweaty, shaking hand, and look a gulp.
"I had... pizza bagels..." he said with some difficulty, because he was trying not to cough. Vodka sure burned on the way down. "I would rather hang myself than get sick in a vampire's home."
Pizza bagels. Lycurgus still couldn't imagine anyone liking those at all.
And it seemed he was going to have to ply along to keep his carpets clean, wasn't he? "As pleasing as slender is, an intoxicated young man who may or may not be able to hold his liquor well enough would be a turn-off. And if I were to..." Lycurgus nearly frowned, searching for the right word. "Well, if I were to take from you this night, I would prefer you to feel it instead of just experience it while drunk. You're too slender and will get drunk far too fast, Ambrosius. I will not be denied how I do things. Is that clear?"
The vodka bottle was plucked from the table after those stern words and placed out of view as if to say his word was final.
All the blood drained from Ambrosius' face, leaving him even paler than usual. Quite a feat.
"Yes," he said quickly. "Of course. Perfectly clear. I don't know what I was thinking." He paused, and gained some of the color back in his face in the form of a blush. "Does that mean that you might..." Ambrosius trailed off and thought that he might be having a heart attack for a moment... but no, that was his cell phone vibrating in his front pocket. He ignored it.
Lycurgus finished what was in his glass and set it aside, not giving Ambrosius' words a great deal of thought. There wasn't a chance of him ever taking from the other like how he wanted. Although perhaps if he took on a more wolfish form, that wouldn't be so difficult. It would be quicker as well.
As he considered his options for the future, he just leaned over to give Ambrosius a push back. "Spread your legs," he ordered while reaching to find that cell phone.
THIS IS IT, said a sensual voice in Ambrosius' head. THIS IS IT THIS IS IT THIS IS IT. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.
"Yes," said Ambrosius.
The heart attack felt more real now. Ambrosius clutched at his chest and offered silent prayers of thanks to all the gods of the underworld that came to mind: Erebus, Wepwawet, Batara Kala, Mictlantecuhtli, etc.
Making sure to move as sensually as possible, Ambrosius... spread his legs.
Watching Ambrosius clutch at his chest, Lycurgus couldn't help but lift a brow. What is he doing now? ...I'm not asking.
The cell phone was found easily, slipped out from his pocket and then Lycurgus was back in his original position, leaned away from the boy. Who could be calling him? Was it that charming little stalker?
Ambrosius had begun to close his eyes, but stopped when he realized that nothing was happening. Lycurgus had his phone.
... Oh. And again, Ambrosius' face fell. Disappointment was a daily occurence when you sought vampires as a life goal, though, and he recovered quickly.
"It may be Damon," he said, and couldn't help but wring his hands, thinking about his best friend in the custody of the snorting Frenchman. "He has been texting me insults and pleas for help all day."
"Insults and pleas. He's not such a clever little man to do that to his friend." Lycurgus crooked a finger at Ambrosius to come over to his side. "Let's read some of these out loud. They'll make my headache better."
"In the past, I might have said that he is just scared and confused... but I shall have to agree with you," said Ambrosius coldly... or at least, he tried to say it coldly. Really he was just sad and wished that Damon would stop calling him a whore.
Ambrosius settled himself next to Lycurgus and squinted at the screen of his phone. "WHORE," he read.
The previous message read "WHORE" as well, and then there were several messages saying things like "Hallo hallo okai" and "O... baleiy" which meant that the Frenchman was using Damon's phone as well. The rest said things like "SOS I'M IN A CAR" and "HELP" and "Ambrosius... Ambykins.... save me with your strong arms".
Ambrosius tossed his hair the way he saw arrogant football players at school do. "Damon you... whore."
Lycurgus gave a small laugh at the response from Ambrosius to the messages. It comical but also provided him with ideas if he ever managed to get these two in the same room. He placed a hand on Ambrosius' hip to draw him closer and dangled the phone between two fingers. "Should we message him back and inform him that you're with me now or do you want to sleep in my bed now?"
Accusations of being a whore forgotten, Ambrosius slid as close to Lycurgus as he could without seeming like a... whore... staring at his face in the way that starving puppies stare at anything edible. There might as well have been stars in his eyes.
"Bed," he said at once. "I mean." He cleared his throat and tugged at his cravat. "Sleep, please. You have a headache, after all..."
Did Lycurgus have a headache because he was starving for human blood at the moment? Ambrosius could only hope.
The choice had been clear him and he allowed himself a smirk. It had been, in the end, a good idea to let this boy over. To 'reward' him a little, he touched his lips to the side of Ambrosius's throat. "Your consideration for my health is noted. Go wash up and I'll see you in the bedroom."
"Oh my god," said Ambrosius, and tried to act like he was trying not to blush (which he was not). "Okay."
He wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to wash up in the bathroom. Washing his face would ruin his makeup, and he hadn't brought a toothbrush. So he just washed his hands several times, touched up his eyeliner in the mirror, and swallowed a breath mint... JUST IN CASE.
And then he spent a few minutes catching his breath, because he was hyperventilating.
And then he went into... Lycurgus' bedroom. Or as he had come to think of it in his mind, his vampire's lair. He prayed it would look like a dungeon.
There would be likely further disappointment for Ambrosius. Lycurgus' bedroom, like majority of the place, was furnished tastefully but also in a simple manner. It was in shades of pale blues and green but majority of it was a creamy white. It was as far from a dungeon as could be.
His host was already on the bed, stretched out with one arm tucked comfortably under his hand and his other arm over his stomach. There was plenty of room for his guest at his side. His eyes were already closed but he was quite aware that Ambrosius was in the room.
It was terribly disappointing... where were the cold stone walls? And the ... the whips... and stuff. But not entirely so, because it was always possible that all the dungeon-ish things were hidden under the bed or in the closet. Or that Lycurgus was using his hypnotic vampire powers to cast the illusion of a perfectly normal bedroom... which would be... so sensual. Ambrosius sighed happily.
Not wanting to disturb him, Ambrosius said nothing and climbed onto the bed to lay down beside Lycurgus. Truth be told he was terrified out of his mind of touching Lycurgus without permission and bursting into flame. So he stayed just out of range of touch and concentrated on not breathing too loudly.
After a few moments of wondering why he was lacking a body closer to himself, Lycurgus opened his eyes and turned to look at Ambrosius. He reached out with his free hand to toy with a lock of the boy's hair. "When I invited you to bed, it wasn't to be an ornament out of reach. Get over here."
"Of course," said Ambrosius at once, and didn't waste any time doing what he had dreamt about many times... even though most of his dreams were NC-17 and the current scene was PG-13 at most. But still.
Ambrosius moved closer to Lycurgus, closing his eyes and snuggling against his side. And somewhere.... somewhere there were angels singing. Because one boy's dream had just come true.
At last, the boy was doing what Lycurgus wanted him to do - be a warm, quiet body. The snuggling was interesting itself but he wouldn't complain about it as long as it wouldn't distract him from drifting into a sleep.
A hand came up to stroke the top of Ambrosius' head and then started to drift down the back of his neck. It continued until it was settled near his tailbone and ceased to venture any further than that. He didn't want to excite the boy too much. Just reward him for being a good boy.
Unfortunately, Ambrosius was easily excited. He was in a bed with a beautiful vampire. Thousands of teenage girls around the world would trade their own organs for such an opportunity. Although technically not a teenage girl, Ambrosius felt the same way.
Anyway, he was suddenly overcome by a sensual combination of terror, passion, desire, and recklessness. It broke over him like a tidal wave upon a... fragile life boat in the middle of the ocean. Ambrosius surrendered to the feeling and gave Lycurgus a very small, shy kiss on the cheek.
...well. Either he could give the boy a sharp look with a good scolding to cease any further affection or just figure this meant Ambrosius was neatly in his palm now.
The latter seemed like the better idea - hello, headache - and Lycurgus glanced over to brush his mouth against Ambrosius' forehead. "What a good boy you are. You may sleep tonight knowing you are approved and that one day you'll get what you deserve. Be patient and it'll be even more rewarding."
He was finding the idea of tearing this kid's throat out with his teeth. Whether as a wolf or partly as a human, who knew? But Ambrosius was winning points with him and if that's what the boy wanted, maybe he might do it.
"I have been patient for my entire life," said Ambrosius, trying to sound sad and dramatic. "A day more, a week more, a decade more, it is nothing. I would wait forever if there were no other way."
If Ambrosius had been capable of smugness, he would have felt smug. Years of studying the art of pleasing vampires. Years of poring over trashy vampire romance novels and building his online vampire coven... YEARS. Blood, tears... there had been so much... blood and tears... but less with the blood and more with the tears. Most of the blood had been fake actually...
It had all paid off. It had worked. He had successfully seduced a vampire. His life was complete. He could die with a smile on his face. Thinking these sensual things, and also of how lovely and perfect and sensual Lycurgus smelled, Ambrosius closed his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.