Dark Gift

A/N: For once, I have no notes. Vicente is hawt. So are dunmer. Thus, this totally pornified fic. Have fun, kids. Also, reveiw or I will eat your soul! D=

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It had to be nearing midnight. Trevyn, a young Dunmer in the employ of the Dark Brotherhood, lay still as the dead upon the hard stone slab that passed for a bed in the quarters of the assassin Vicente Valtieri. He had been there since just past sunset, facing the wall, waiting, just... Waiting. It was excruciating. As the time crawled towards morning Trevyn was reminded of a stake out. It was exactly the same, minus the building anticipation... Or rather, it was different. This was like... A sort of eager dread.

Trevyn heard footsteps coming up the hall and tried to seem even more relaxed despite his heart pounding in his chest and the butterflies in his stomach… Butterflies or some kind of poisonous spider, considering the panicked feeling he was barely managing to keep at bay. He was always so calm on assignments and in battle but this was different entirely. The young Dunmer had considered this for quite a long time, since he had met Vicente in fact, and he knew this was to be a pivotal moment in his life… Becoming one of the undead is something one needs to consider carefully.

He closed his eyes tighter and tried to remember back to that day as the footsteps grew closer, calm and measured but still somehow authoritative; there was only one man Trevyn knew who walked like that… He took a deep breath and did all he could to feign sleep and in a moment he was lost in his own thoughts.

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“I was told to report to Vicente Valtieri for assignment…” It was his first job and Trevyn wasn’t exactly nervous, but he was on edge and it could be heard plainly in his voice.

“Certainly brother, I do have some work for you.” Vicente had seen new recruits from time to time. He knew well enough to ignore any discomfort over the newness of the situation. Trevyn just stood and examined him for a moment and Vicente prepared himself to, once again, assure a new recruit that he wouldn’t ‘attack’ him.

“You’re a vampire?” It wasn’t exactly a question but it was the only thing Trevyn could think to say after staring for some time.

“Undeniably.” He replied, still in good humor.

“Could you…” Trevyn started cautiously, guarding his excitement as well as he could. This was something amazing, not only to be speaking to such a creature, but what he was considering… He was trying to remember all of the stories he’d heard about vampires and all in all from what he could remember unlife was a small price to pay for eternal existence. “Could you do that to me?”

Vicente was slightly taken aback by the question. In all his years of service to Sithis he had never actually heard this request. He wasn’t sure what to think except for the fact that Trevyn would likely change his mind quite soon; mortality really was overrated, especially by those who still had theirs. That was if it was a request at all…

“I could… But you needn’t be wary of me.” He replied nonchalantly.

“What if I asked for it?” Trevyn countered.

“In good time, once you’ve thought it through, if you prove yourself to me brother.” He replied with a smirk before getting back down to business, offering Trevyn his first real assignment.

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That had been six weeks ago; not long at all but it felt like an eternity. It had been the beginning of a new era in his life and Trevyn felt that he fit into this new life much more than he’d ever fit into the life he’d lived so long ago…

“I am beginning to believe you do not want to sleep through this, brother…” Trevyn nearly jumped when he felt a hand placed softly on his bare shoulder from behind. As the other man spoke gently into his ear Trevyn could feel his muscles tense both from being shocked out of his reverie and the knowledge that his night of anticipation was likely about to come to an end; one way or another.

He opened his eyes his eyes and looked back to see pale white skin on his ashen gray and took a few seconds to consider the sight along with the feeling of Vicente’s breath against his skin. Vicente sat down next to him quietly; he was, by now, accustomed to Trevyn’s tendency to take things in visually before considering speaking. It was yet another thing that made him good at his work.

“I’m not frightened…” It was true; he was anxious, but not scared. He knew he should be, in all reality his life was about to be taken, but he couldn’t be. He knew it was going to happen, he’d asked for it, the only thing he was nervous about was not knowing what to expect and that would be remedied as soon as it began. The hand on his shoulder squeezed in a way that was somewhat comforting and Trevyn wondered if Vicente could sense his anticipation.

“I would never expect such from you.” The vampire spoke quietly as he slowly lowered his mouth to the Dunmer’s neck. Trevyn had to fight his own survival instincts to stay put as he felt harsh predatory breathing on his jawbone. His body was trembling from the sheer adrenalin running through his system. His mind was reeling too hard for conscious thought but he clearly heard Vicente inhale deeply from behind him; as if he were taking in the scent of his prey, or tasting the air like a snake.

Then what Trevyn had been so anxious about, the teeth. Pearly white fangs sunk into his flesh and though Trevyn firmly reminded himself that this was what he wanted, it was almost impossible to fight the urge to react to what his body saw as an act of violence.

The simple act of fangs penetrating skin seemed to take an eternity. Trevyn’s initial reaction was one of tensed endurance but he began to panic as he realized it didn’t hurt. The realization made the whole of the situation hit him all at once and he made to jerk away but Vicente had sensed this a moment before it happened and the hand that was on his shoulder found it’s way to his jaw, firmly holding him in place.

“It… Doesn’t hurt…” He felt he had to say something after that moment of cowardice. Trevyn could feel the teeth in his neck pull back slightly as Vicente lowered his mouth against the wound. He made an affirmative noise as he continued to feed and only then did Trevyn notice that the other man had lain down next to him at some point. He felt heavy breathing and the other’s bare chest against his back and thought fleetingly that the latter made sense, best not to get his clothes bloody.

The dunmer’s mind was clinging to everything it could to keep his consciousness away from his neck. The man’s deep breathing behind him, the feeling of unnaturally cool skin against his jaw, back, and shoulder, the fact that the coolness matched the stone below him… The way his skin tingled as the vampire’s hand left his jaw and leisurely traveled down his chest.

Through it all he was aware of the sensation of blood slowly leaving his body. He knew it was an inconsequential amount, he could feel the slow trickle from his neck, but whether it was some vampiric effect or a trick of his overactive mind, he could almost feel every vein in his body as his blood seemed to move towards that one point. Not surprising, since it seemed the entirety of his conscious mind was now centered there as well.

Now that he’d calmed down a bit it wasn’t really a bad sensation, just… New and strange. It also spoke of what was to come, a new age in his life, how could he be scared of immortality? Blood, given and taken, was a small price to pay for such a gift.

It was when he finally accepted the sensations and gave in to what he was feeling that Vicente pulled back. Trevyn was almost disappointed, simply because he knew he wouldn’t remember the feeling as long as he wanted to. He wanted to dwell on it until he didn’t care anymore, to bathe in it until it wasn’t special. He had lost control to it, however fleetingly, and he wanted to regain that.

Vicente hadn’t gotten up yet, and his breathing was still harder than usual. He licked a small dribble of blood off the dunmer’s skin. Trevyn felt breath against his ear again, warmer than before…

“There is something… Else, I’d like to share with you, brother…” Vicente lapped softly at the marks on Trevyn’s neck, hand rising to caress his chest again, this time more purposefully.

“Else…?” Through the post adrenalin fog Trevyn could tell something significant was happening but between the haze and the pleasant feeling of another body (however cold) pressing against him he was in no state to process information, let alone vague innuendo.

The lapping at his neck stopped and kisses were feathered up his jawline. He huffed softly as the other sucked briefly at the sensitive spot behind his ear and he suddenly became more aware of the situation. His eyes widened for a moment and he almost, for the second time that night, called Vicente off so he could reconsider, but it was as before, new and exciting and he knew he would regret not allowing it to continue. His heart beating harder he resigned himself to this experience, showing his consent by boldly grasping Vicente’s wrist and drawing his hand down over his groin.

“Mmm… Confidence does suit you… My fellow shadowstalker.” Vicente said, chuckling under his breath. He hastily undid the ties on the dunmer’s pants and tugged, pulling them down low enough for Trevyn to kick them off and aside.

Trevyn took the opportunity to turn over, meeting Vicente’s mouth with his own. Neither of them bothered being chaste; Trevyn didn’t know the meaning of ‘tender’ and Vicente was mostly just acting on the adrenalin in Trevyn’s blood.

Vicente took back the initiative, licking delicately at lips that parted immediately, giving way to a deep, passionate kiss. It was awkward at first, tongues sliding against each other, lips moving ardently together as they fought for dominance over the kiss.

Vicente was the one to submit as Trevyn’s tongue began exploring his mouth, tasting and caressing every inch, aware in the back of his mind of the taste of his own blood as he traced the tip of his tongue over the fangs that had invaded his body only moments before. The taste became stronger and it took him several seconds to realize he’d managed to cut himself. When he did, he broke the kiss again to speak.

“It tingles…” He said, wiping a thin train of crimson from his lips to the back of his hand and looking at it as though it suddenly fascinated him.

“There is a anesthetizing effect…” He took Trevyn’s wrist gently in his hand and licked the blood from his hand “It aids us in remaining unnoticed…” With that he took the other man’s lips again with renewed passion, nipping at his lower lip and exploring Trevyn’s mouth as he had explored his, savoring him, trying to commit every single detail to memory.

Trevyn put his arms around Vicente and pulled to two of them closer together, close enough that their chests were pressed against one another. Even as feeling the other’s breathing against him was comforting the lack of heartbeat was too disconcerting, so rather than pull away he sat up so he was straddling the vampire below him.

Knees on either side of Vicente’s hips, hands on either side of his head, Trevyn leaned in for another kiss but stopped dead as Vicente slipped a hand between the two of them and took a firm hold of his erection. The dunmer leaned his head forward, bangs falling in his face, and sighed. He hadn’t noticed just how aroused he’d become in that short amount of time, but now… Now he was painfully aware of it.

“Ah… Sithis… That…” At a lost for words now as much as ever he moaned low and slow, thrusting once before Vicente’s hand found his hip and held him still, his other hand pumping deliberately, rough and almost agonizingly slow, eyes never leaving the other’s face.

“W-wait…” Trevyn sat up again and Vicente let go of him for a moment, obviously wondering what he was up to. He leaned forward on his hands once more to grind against the bulge in Vicente’s pants before sliding back down again to undo the fastenings.

Vicente did his best not to make a sound, which resulted in one husky restrained breath. For some reason this was more satisfying than a full moan would have been to the dunmer. He got the bindings undone and tugged as Vicente lifted his hips to make things easier then took a few moments to consider the sight before him.

“You’re harder than I am.” He grinned “Are all vampires as big as you…?” There was a quality to his voice that was hard to place, somewhere between teasing, lust, and envy.

“I’m afraid not.” He said, smirking. Trevyn bent down and, after another moment’s consideration, ran his tongue once firmly over the head. That earned him another husky breath and as he bent lower to envelope the tip of the vampires member in the warm wetness of his mouth Vicente moaned softly. Trevyn turned his eyes up briefly to see the other’s fangs digging into his bottom lip.

With one last smug hum he took the whole of Vicente’s length into his mouth, willing himself not to gag and bobbing his head just a tiny bit faster than he had been touched, swirling his tongue along the smooth vein and over the tip, raking his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin every now and again to ever intensifying groans of approval.

“Trevyn… You’re amazing…” He was clawing at the bare stone below him, trying in vein to keep his legs still while they seemed set on trembling. Trevyn backed off for a moment and swallowed hard a few times.

“I’ve never done this before.” He admitted with a sheepish smile.

“And… Has anyone ever preformed for you?” He asked, quirking his eyebrow and only just keeping his voice steady.

“Ah… That kind of thing always costs extra.” The smile widened a bit and there was a faint blush on his cheeks. He’d never had time to properly court a girl, let alone get one to sleep with him. He made due with the local streetwalkers.

“Come… Lie down.” He said, patting the space next to him at the head of the ‘bed’. Trevyn did as he was told as Vicente sat up and drew one hand leisurely across the other’s chest, stopping to toy with a nipple.

He laid down on his side next to his lover and Trevyn did the same, picking up the concept at once and wrapping his lips around Vicente’s erection again, resuming his previous position even as Vicente began kissing and sucking at his tip.

Vicente was obviously much more skilled than Trevyn and it wasn’t long before both of them were starting to lose themselves to the pleasure. Vicente was thrusting in and out of Trevyn’s mouth now and it took almost too much effort for the dunmer not to cry out as the other man sucked him off relentlessly, working the base of his cock at speeds that varied but never seemed to match that of the mouth enveloping his hardness. It was maddening and as Vicente let his fangs ghost along Trevyn's length he knew neither of them would last much longer.

"Vicente..." he pulled back for a moment. Trevyn could feel his stomach tightening, the tell tale tingling spreading from his groin throughout his body and he felt like he should stop Vicente, he had too much respect for the man to do something so dirty... This shouldn't happen but it was too late to stop it and as Vicente redoubled his efforts he couldn't hold back any longer, moaning the other man's name as he spilled his seed down his throat, returning his mouth to the other man as a way to keep from calling out as he rode out his orgasm.

Vicente swallowed all he could, moaning around the shaft in his mouth as he found his own release. Trevyn was suprised by the interesting flavor, it was nothing like his own (curiousity, of course...) but he couldn't quite describe it; it was sweet, salty, bitter... Everything at once and somehow not unpleasent.

It was a few minutes before Vicente steadied himself enough to turn back up to the top of the bed. He lied down with his forehead against his lover's and within a few moments the two of them were kissing again, tasting each other on their lips until they fell asleep together...

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Trevyn awoke several hours later with Vicente’s arm around him. He shifted so he could look behind him and his lover opened his eyes and smiled gently. He looked perfectly content. Trevyn, on the other hand, was feeling uneasy at best. What in the name of Sithis was he supposed to do now? He had, of course, woken up next to someone before, but Vicente wasn’t just some whore he could brush off… The dunmer was never good with these things…

“No emotional ensnarement, brother… Just a moment of pleasure between friends. You may, of course, come and go as you wish.” Vicente let go of the other man and rested his hand lightly on Trevyn’s hip instead. The dunmer stood up and stretched his arms above his head and sat back down, wincing at the feeling of cold stone against his warm skin.

“How long have I got?” He asked, scoffing when he realized how morbid it sounded then smirking at how appropriate it really was. Second thoughts, infact third and fourth thoughts, were running through his head but he firmly pushed them aside. What was done was done.

“You should start feeling the effects soon enough. Expect some strange dreams, a gradual enrichment of the senses, a decrease in body heat… You have three days to seek a cure if you have any reservations.” Again, Vicente understood his doubts perfectly. Naturally, he’d had his own three hundred years ago. Trevyn reached for his pants and pulled them on while Vicente rubbed idly at his back.

“What do I tell Martin…?” He muttered, thinking aloud. He somehow doubted the Blades would appreciate the value of this change in him.

“Tell him…” The vampire sat up and embraced him from behind, easing him back against his chest and nipping at his earlobe “You’ve been detained…” He kissed his cheek, then his jaw “Against your will.”

Trevyn allowed himself to relax into the embrace, snickering softly, more at the idea that Vicente had a sense of humor than at what he’d said. When he felt teeth lightly raking over his neck, however, he knew he had to stop things or he’d never talk himself into leaving. He stood up, grabbed the shirt he’s discarded the night before off of the floor, and pulled it on as he made to leave.

“Trevyn.” Vicente called, sounding serious once again, “You’ll have questions; never hesitate to come to me if need be.”

“Right.”

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