Bloody Play

Oktavian sat on the plush, curtained bed of Uay’s old assassin’s chamber , the soft silk covers gathered around and over his lean body like a second skin. His flowing hair was gathered up in a single tight braid and the midnight cascade spilled over a single pale shoulder. His pointed ears were adorned with small emeralds and silver moons of rings; they softly jutted from the sea of glossy tendrils. He ate a small berry, imported from some far away forest, and drank a glass of wine, a pleasant vintage made of a special kind of mushroom that grew near The Northern Woods. The Black Angel and Oktavian’s lover, Uay Ulani Nailo, sat a few feet away, toward the end of the bed, his long hair pulled back with its usual lazy ribbon, his robes that marked him as a class AA assassin draped over a nearby chair. He lounged there savoring one of the small fruits, the laces of his black silk shirt casually undone. The young man took another raspberry, and bit down. He squeaked a little as he bit his lip, a small rivulet of blood forming on the pale tissue. He licked away the first crimson drop, then lazily reached for a napkin to ebb the flow, only to find Uay’s hand on his. He raised his eyebrow at the sinister smirk on the elf’s face, a new drop of blood was now traveling to his chin, another one forming in the corner of his mouth. He looked into the elf’s eyes, his expression a silent and dangerous question; one that Uay quickly answered. He leaned in teasingly slow and kissed the drop of blood away from the young man’s chin.

Encouraged by the line of bright crimson that now lined his mouth, Uay brought his soft lips to Oktavian’s, the tartness of the berry juice and sweetness of the wine mingled with the metallic taste of his blood to make a godly concoction. He licked the red liquid on Oktavian’s lips away, deepening the kiss with carefully placed dominance. The young man’s lip throbbed as the blood coursed to the small wound, the pain and pleasure merged with the taste of spirits and blood sent him into the beginnings of his lust. Uay bit down on his lover’s lip hard, to encourage the flow of blood; Oktavian arched his back and pressed himself to the elf. His tongue slipped farther into Uay’s mouth, searching for the sweet taste of his life. He caressed Uay’s lips and tongue with his, and he reached his arms around to pull him closer. Oktavian’s hand brushed against the stiletto tucked deftly in the elf’s waistband. The corners of his lips pulled up in that familiar, impish smile as he drew the delicate blade. The young man ran the silvery flat of the blade up Uay’s back, the point running along his spine, scratching him through his shirt, sending waves of helpless chills over him. He broke the kiss and leaned back a bit, his pale lips darkened to ruby by the traces of blood which lingered. 

Uay looked down at him, crimson lust setting his eyes aflame with passion, “What are you going to do with that?” Oktavian could tell Uay already knew what he had in mind, but wagered he just wanted to add to the stimulation by having him speak his desires out loud. The young man placed his slendour hand in the center of Uay’s powerful chest and pushed him, hard enough to make him lie down on the bed. He climbed on top of him, blood still beading up in the corner of his mouth and dropping to his chin, bright red spots now staining the sleek white bedding. Oktavian looked at him, his sharp emerald green eyes burrowing deep into the fiery red ones Uay’s had become, the corners of his mouth pulled into a perfectly malicious, though to Uay’s eyes incredibly sexy, grin. Oktavian took The elf’s hand and quickly the dagger slashed across the already scarred palm. A small tremour of pain shot over Uay, replaced by heightened pleasure as the young man began to use his tongue to wipe the line of crimson away. 

He licked and sucked hungrily at wound, inciting a tortured moan from Uay. Oktavian could feel a definite hardness rising in the elf’s pants as he began to suckle the tips of his fingers. He took the blade and next traced a small line along his neck, making sure not to cut any arteries even in his escalating haste and hunger. Uay let out a shuttering breath as the young man ran his tongue over the small wound. He pulled back to look lightly, teasingly, at the elf. Blood had already stained the collar of his silky black shirt an even darker velvet shade. His eyes were squeezed shut, breath ragged, and Oktavian could feel the pressure of the elf’s excitement through his pants as he sat astride his hips. He moved his hips slowly against the elf‘s, rubbing tauntingly against the bulge in Uay’s pants, making himself all the more hungry at the same time. His reward was a heavy and agonized groan deep in the elf’s throat. Uay sat up suddenly, pulling Oktavian fiercely him, his heart racing in that same uneven gallop as he kissed his lover with dominating passion, savoring the hot blood Oktavian’s cool lips.

The assassin rolled him over, pressing his hips to Oktavian’s in violent desire, crushing the young man into the soft mattress that reeked suspiciously of dust and old booze. He reached up and slipped the dagger from the young man’s hand. Uay pulled back, his breath hard, and ran his other hand up Oktavian’s silky inner thigh. the young elf groaned delightedly. Uay moved between his lover’s legs, kissing the cool skin and the hollows of god-endowed hips, then he took the stiletto and nicked the pale skin lightly. He coaxed the blood to flow into his mouth, he made small pleasurable sounds in the back of his throat as he caressed the cut. Oktavian took long, slow breaths, his eyes closed as he savoured the elf’s hot touch. Uay moved away from the wound after a moment and looked up at him. His glance was passionate. His want etched on his fair features. Uay memorized once again the beauty of the young man; his dark hair strewn around his head as tendrils slipped loose of the braid, his cheeks tinted with rose, the way he stretched his neck and arched his back in his distress. Uay kissed Oktavian’s small stomach and moved farther down, spreading delicate thighs further with hands many years skilled. Oktavian let out moan that slowly trailed into nothing as Uay licked over the sensitive underside of the young man’s member, then he let his tongue slide slowly over the pink tip, gently pressing against it. He moved the dagger over the exposed flesh, lightly scraping but not cutting so close to his tender areas. He licked and sucked up gently what Oktavian had already given, moving him already towards a second release.

Oktavian moaned louder and his back arched to Uay, his body begging for what his words could not ask. Uay’s tongue moved further down yet as he gently spread his tight cheeks, running his tongue along the inside, paying attention to the moans of delight coming from the breathless warrior. He continued to lick him, making sure he was lubricated sufficiently so there would be no difficulties. Oktavian’s breath grew deeper. The elf was pleased he could give him such pleasure, but he felt the pull of his need acutely, and he climbed up, laying a kiss upon the young man’s flushed cheek. He sucked on the young man’s neck as he moved his hand to unlace his own pants. Uay freed himself and moved up, taking Oktavian into a salty kiss, pressing his tip to the opening. The young man wrapped his legs around Uay’s tensed waist , opening himself fully, and Uay let himself glide in gently. “Shhh....” The elf’s hot breath spilled over Oktavian’s neck as he gasped painfully. Uay’s chest heaved against the young man’s, the warmth engulfed him and moved him to greater pleasures. Carefully, he began to drive into the young man. His thrusts were slow and rhythmic and each one got harder and deeper. The young elf clung to his shoulders as Uay ran his hand behind Oktavian’s back to pick him slightly off the bed, increasing both of their sensations. The muscles in his other arm strained impressively as it supported most of their weight, the dagger clutched in his hand to make sure they didn’t accidentally roll over on it. As always, Uay muttered Oktavian’s name, again and again, repeating it like a mantra as beads of sweat coursed down his heated body.

Oktavian moaned silently as Uay took him. He placed red kisses over the elf’s shoulders, he sucked ravenously at the cut upon Uay’s stressed neck. The blood flowed into his mouth as it was fed by a rapid heart beat. The elf’s face was set in a look of ultimate pain and pleasure, and he gritted his teeth so he wouldn’t end their enjoyment all too soon. He let himself get lost in the feeling of their love, he whispered lustful entreaties in those gently pointed ears, his warm and spiced breath rose goose flesh over most of Oktavian’s body. He started to quicken his pace and Oktavian moaned loudly each time he pushed in, and the young man’s cheeks gained more blush as his breath heightened to dainty gasps and he drew near his last stand. The grasp of Oktavian’s lean muscles all around him pushed Uay to the brink, the intensity of the pleasure made him call out Oktavian’s name for a final time, he held the feeling for a spilt second as he shuddered, spilling himself within the young man. Oktavian at the same time had screamed in sheer ecstasy. The young man shuddered as Uay laid him softly down, his own breath was coming in short, ragged gasps. He rested on Oktavian’s small and smooth chest for a few minutes as the convulsions died away, and he slid back out of him and rolled to his side, dagger still in his hand. Oktavian regained his breath and looked over at the worn elf; he smiled contently. The look in his eyes, however, was a cross between amusement and confusion. “I never would have thought you were so loud when it came to blood play?”

The elf shrugged, “Assassins are only silent on duty.” was all he said.

“Indeed,” He whispered and kissed him lightly. The sheets under them were dotted with splashes of the dark red fluid, and the elf murmured a healing spell, closing the small wounds on their bodies. Oktavian glanced over at the assassin, who was smiling contently with his eyes closed, the dagger still clutched in his hand. He looked beautiful and deadly at the same time. “Indeed they are.”