Crazed

Blair lay naked across the large bed in his Haven and stared up at the white ceiling that he’d splattered with various things during one of his particularly active moments. There was light from the old potbelly stove in the corner, flickering interesting designs across the ceiling but that hardly made an impression. He was far more interested by the almost unperceivable whispers that reached him over the crackling of the fire and snapping of the logs. It reminded him of necks breaking cheerfully.

The door opened, letting in the sound of a bar and loud music for a moment, but Blair didn’t even twitch. Not even when the other that shared this Haven sighed and entered the room fully. “Blair, you really should try to get up sometime tonight. You haven’t fed in two days.” The other male said crossing the room to sit on the edge of the bed near where Blair’s head was resting.

Blair didn’t reply. He was completely enthralled by the hundreds of whispers that were continually reaching him. They told such fascinating things…

“Come on, Kid.” The other male said running his fingers through the strands of brightly dyed blue hair. Blair again didn’t respond and the older male sighed heavily as he looked down at the mismatched and entirely too distant eyes. This had been happening more and more frequently since the final battle with LaCroix. Something odd had happened up there…or shortly before it. Because Blair had changed dramatically.

It was hard to tell but Blair had never been one to lapse into the comatose state that occasionally plagued his clan. He was far more active. Far more murderous and yet entirely innocent at the same time. It was hard to explain. Unforgiving. That was perhaps the best word to use. Everyone in the Anarchs had quickly learned to remain on Blair’s good side by whatever means necessary because he wasn’t anywhere near above unleashing his own insanity upon others. He actually sort of enjoyed it from what the others could tell. Luckily, Blair seemed to be easy enough to stay on good terms with. As long as one didn’t attempt to kill him or use him he was fairly agreeable.

The older male bent down and gave the much younger kindred a brief kiss on his cold lips before getting up and heading back towards the door to the rest of the building. He softly closed the door behind him and made his way up the nearby stairs. Damsel looked over almost instantly. “How is he?” She asked, barely refraining from adding a snide nickname if only for the sake that the Malkavian earned a bit of respect by killing LaCroix for them. And he was starting to grow on her…like some sort of sick disease but still…she didn’t hate him nearly as much as she had when they first met.

“The same.” He answered simply. Now that he was certain Blair was not going to be joining them (again) he sat down in his chair and the meeting began. There was still a lot of clean up to be done in the city but at least all of the left over Camarilla were too busy with their own to bother the Anarchs much.

After the meeting, he took some stored blood and made his way back to Blair’s room. Chances were after two days of not feeding the Malkavian was starved. Hopefully enough so that it would jerk him out of his blank state. Blair was still unresponsive when he came back to the room with the bag of blood from the local hospital.

He shifted Blair so that he was cradled across the other’s lap and ripped a small corner of the bag with his teeth. “Come on, Kid. You gotta fed.” He said tilting Blair’s head back slightly and dripping a small bit of blood onto his lips. “Come on.” He whispered again brushing his thumb across Blair’s smooth cold cheek as the blood dripped down Blair’s chin and neck.

He leaned down and kissed the younger kindred again, slowly working the pair of lips open, tasting the mixture of blood and Blair’s own taste, and slowly delving into a surprisingly warm mouth. The key to kindred was that their body heat dissipated quickly and by the time it reached their skin was almost entirely gone. Granted it wasn’t much body heat to begin with but it was still there. He slowly explored Blair’s mouth, finding every crevice and cranny inside, and running his tongue across Blair’s fangs.

Reluctantly he pulled away from Blair’s mouth, tugging slightly at the younger’s bottom lip with one fang as he did. He poured a small trickle of blood into the Malkavian’s mouth, just enough to coat his tongue. Blair’s eyelids twitched before languidly closing. Blair kept his eyes closed as his tongue traced the slight path of blood across his lips and bringing his hands up to find the bag almost instantly. Blair shifted and licked the edge of the tear in the bag, never opening his eyes.

The other watched with smoldering eyes as Blair drained the bag of blood in perhaps the most sensual movement of lips and tongue that he’d ever seen. The childe was such a wantonly seductive creature. Just like his sire. A few drops escaped his mouth and dribbled down his chin and neck. The elder leaned forward and followed the trail with his tongue drawing a small sigh from Blair as he let go of the almost empty bag. The bag was instantly forgotten as he shifted Blair in his arms and pushed him back against the pillows of the bed. “Welcome back.” He muttered against the younger’s collarbone.

“No…” He breathed arching as his lover followed the trail up to claim his mouth. His lips still had the metallic tang of blood, making it so much more intrinsically enjoyable for both of them. Their lust both for blood and each other was climbing dramatically at each passing moment but by some unspoken agreement they remained slow paced. Broiling beneath their cool skins.

“No what?” He finally asked as he dragged his teeth across Blair’s chest.

“Voices…speaking…” Blair attempted to explain as he helped his lover out of his shirt to expose well-defined muscles. Blair tweaked the nipples he found before raking his nails across the rest of the sculpted chest. He lover groaned and undid his fly and discarded his jeans. “Tie us.” Blair said holding his hands out with his wrists together.

“You want me to tie you up?” He asked in a low almost animal-like growl.

Blair’s mismatched eyes gleamed with hundreds of thoughts both his own and not, innocent and mischievous, twisted and honest, but all erotic and wanton. The blue-haired man licked his lips seductively, “Play with me.” He said in a low tone. His lover knew plenty well enough to recognize a seducer at work but he didn’t care. Though he did wonder what the Malk was planning in that lovely little rat’s nest he called a mind. Still, it was far too tempting to pass up.

He reached over to his discarded jeans and ripped the belt out of the loops with one fluid motion, almost growling with the erotic images of his smaller lover tied up for his pleasure. He quickly wrapped Blair’s wrists together under the leather belt and fastened it tightly, truthfully it wasn’t much of a binding for a vampire but that wasn’t the point. He pinned Blair’s hands above their heads as he plundered the willing and pliant mouth with his tongue.

Their skilled mouths fought for a few brief moments but Blair submitted to his lover as he always did. He was not -by nature- dominant, not even with the countless voices in his head. His lover pulled back and got up to cross the room to the closet. He wanted both hands free, which meant he needed to bind Blair with far more than just a single belt.

Blair didn’t even attempt to move, still with his bound wrists above his head and his legs splayed slightly. After rummaging around for a brief moment, his larger lover returned with ropes of varying length. He took the first rope and tied it to the belt around Blair’s hands before securing it to the headboard with several well-made knots, keeping the rope taut. Next, he tied each of Blair’s ankles to the footboard so that his legs were spread and secure. “…more.” Blair said shifting his hips back and forth across the mattress.

The elder growled a bit as his pleasure spiked at the instruction. He took another length of rope and tied it tight around one of Blair’s thighs before looping it tightly under the bed and tying it around his other leaving his legs completely immobile and even further splayed. Blair closed his eyes and let his head fall back exposing his throat and the slight stains of blood across his pale skin.

On a whim, his lover reached over to the bedside table and tied a cloth around his insane lover’s multicolored eyes. Blair smiled, “Play with us.” He whispered licking his lips again. “We need to hear more voices. Your voices.”

He chuckled, “I only have the one.” He said running his calloused hand down Blair’s side.

“…Pity.”

He smiled and moved to straddle the Malkavian, hands roaming over the pale skin and tweaking his pale pink nipples and the small rings in them. Blair moaned exaggeratedly, clearly enticing him to continue. He bent forward and let his tongue and fangs explore his bare skin, nipping and lapping as his hands stroked his sides and legs eagerly. Wrapped up in the sensations that used to arouse his living body his subconscious automatically mimicked the reaction, sending blood racing downwards as he tasted Blair’s skin.

His hand fell to Blair’s member, tracing the skin around the piercings fondly. He loved all these little bits of metal that adorned his Malkavian’s most private areas. He had no idea why, he just did. Especially when chains were looped between them, it was so incredibly….exotic. Blair moaned as his lover slowly stroked his length several times.

He shifted in his seat and let his tongue find those piercings and play with them as his hands traced his legs and the ropes keeping them still. “Yes…play with us.” Blair breathed as his body temperature climbed to an almost human temperature.

He let his tongue sweep up to dip into the slit of Blair’s member before he pulled away and kissed his lover on the mouth again. His hand rubbed their lengths together making Blair moan and himself growl. He wanted his lover completely. Wanted to dominate and own him completely even if it was for just a brief moment in time. He positioned himself and broke the kiss to bite Blair’s neck. “Be with us.” Blair said letting his head fall back. “Be in us…a part of us.”

He growled a feral noise as he roughly pushed into his lover’s smaller body. Blair cried out as his body ripped to accommodate but had no thought to stop it. He loved it rough. His whole life was pain. Even pleasure was pain. Their keen noses picked out Blair’s blood and it drove them into even more of a frenzy. The elder thrust hard and deep, growling, biting and scratching his lover with his intensity.

Blair cried out as his body was ravished. The sensations were washing over him and drowning out the voices for a few brief moments. He had utter clarity while he was completely focused on the hard body against his. The hips digging into his own and the massive length penetrating him as deep as possible with every hard thrust. It all cleared his mind for delicious pleasure and pain mixed into the most addictive thing he’d ever felt, second only to the taste of hot blood from that man that had been his first.

Blood beaded across him as his lover ripped lines across his skin and he felt some dripping down his thighs at the rough treatment. But he loved being covered in blood. It felt natural. Right. This was perfect.

It continued in ever increasing intensity and aggression until they both simply collapsed into a heap. They hadn’t climaxed. That was physically impossible for dead creatures. They had just come to delicious exhaustion from hours of hard lovemaking. It was the best they could do and they enjoyed it. Blair especially loved feeling poised on the edge of something that would never happen.

The elder slowly licked the blood off of Blair’s body, not caring that it was vampire blood and he shouldn’t really consume it. He wasn’t doing it to get Blair’s powers. He wouldn’t want them either. He just loved the taste of him covered in blood. Blair moaned a bit as his lover slowly licked him clean, slowly traveling downwards. Already he could feel the wounds on his skin closing. His internal wounds would take longer but he wasn’t concerned.

Slowly, his lover licked the blood from his thighs to his torn entrance. Blair moaned as the tongue dipped into him and cleaned the blood from his insides with long, slow, motions. He mewled a bit as the tongue plunged deep inside him and then slowly slid out to lap at the skin around his entrance. His lover took his time, cleaning every speck of blood off before crawling back up to kiss Blair hard and possessively.

Their tongues and fangs clashed for a few moments before Blair submitted. The elder slowly undid the ropes keeping his smaller lover to the bed and threw them to the side. Blair was smiling and curled up against his side contentedly before they let their exhaustion fully claim them.

Several hours later, Blair woke first but that was hardly surprising as he usually did. He gave his sleeping lover a gentle kiss before pulling his leather pants on and zipping them up. He wandered out of the room and saw only a few members of the Anarchs around. The voices were loud in his head, more so than usual and Blair found himself abruptly sitting on the last step and letting his head fall between his knees as his mouth moved silently in time with the whispers.

“You okay, Malk?” Damsel asked noticing the abrupt almost collapse.

“Blood…” He said trying to shake the voices to a low murmur. It had been getting harder and harder to function lately. The voices urging him continually to leave the city. To find something. He didn’t know what and it really didn’t matter as it didn’t change the fact that the urge was there and getting harder to ignore. But he was an important Anarch now…he couldn’t just leave. And then there was the vampire asleep in their bed. Could he really just leave like he had Jeanette? Admittedly, Jeanette hadn’t been able to give him what he really wanted but they’d still had some fun. Not that Therese approved…

“Blair!”

He was jerked back to reality by the sudden shake on his shoulder. He had to blink to bring the world into focus again, shoving the voices and random thoughts to the background as he focused on his lover’s worried face. Damsel handed him a blood pack and Blair bit into it savagely, draining the contents in under a minute. The voices relented slightly but continued to bemoan their desire for other things. “What’s going on, Kid?” His lover asked worriedly. “You haven’t been yourself lately…”

Blair opened his mouth to reply with ‘I don’t know’ but it came out completely different as his voices hijacked his mind for a brief moment like they tended to do. “The knights are advancing. The court is scared in their towers, hiding under skirts and robes… Our shattered minds are…confused.”

“What knights?” His lover asked, not bothering to question if the ramblings had any sort of validity. He was speaking to a Malkavian after all. Their insight rarely failed to be correct.

“Knights. Knights. Knights of Devils and Demons. Come to claim their missing number.” Blair said looking off to the side as the voices clamored to all be heard at once. It was making him even more confused and causing him no slight amount of panic. His panic in turn making his words jumble and sentences fracture even more. “Advancing… One is sacrificed. Already the sacrifice is made!”

“Blair!” His lover shook him slightly, forcing the wide eyes back to face forward. “It’s alright. Just try and calm down. You’re not making any sense.”

Blair slowly looked up. “I must go…”

“What? Where?”

“To the house of the purple sun.” Blair replied getting to his feet and running through the Last Round and practically hurling himself out of the door, not even bothering to check that the sun had indeed set.