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A second.
When Ezekiel’s eyes crossed with that of the stranger, he knew that the night was sealed. The stranger had long black hair and brown skin, and eyes so old- Ian, that’s who the stranger was, a name Ezekiel knew and that was nothing but trouble.
From the city's prince, he’s heard of Ian being around, in a hush-hush type of chatter. Not here on official business, or in a matter that would disrupt anything, as if asking for the tornado to come to pass without damages. Ezekiel thought Ian was worse than a tornado, but hoped it wouldn’t splatter on his general area.
Instead, Ezekiel counted the ticks on the clock, he knew they would meet in time: Ian was a legendary elder, thirsty for Ravnos blood, known for being a diablerist, and that seemingly was looking for Ezekiel’s brother, Lawrence, by name. There was no way in hell that Ez wouldn’t cross paths with Ian. Yet, he hoped for something more- Something better than a dingy bar, surrounded by Ez’ ghouls and other business partners. But Ian was there.
And he looked… Normal. Ian didn’t have the negative energy of the legends, at least not so obviously, he wasn’t as tall as some tales, and his hair didn’t make his face a ‘mask of darkness’. Ian dressed modest, rocking the 90’s metalhead with chains and band shirts, and felt at ease being there. Ezekiel dressed more 80’s, with a great glam hair, blond all the way, full of the beautiful curls the decade had to offer to those who dared to rock.
But it was a glance, a second.
Their eyes met, and Ezekiel could feel the world deafens around him.
Ian waited.
And then everything became a blur.
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Next thing Ezekiel noticed was them on the way to his armored truck, and that he had Ian on a grasp, dragging the Ravnos by his shirt, his nails scratching the elder’s skin. And Ian had a shit eating smile, finally breaking the semblance of normalcy he had just a minute before.
“And she told me you wouldn’t be looking for problems- You fucker, do you even know what it means that you’re here, right now? You’re screwing up everything and everyone that’s ever worked to have a morsel of peace!” Ezekiel growls at him, mad, infuriated. “Ian fucking Belumat, what the hell you’re doing- You should get out of here before I’m calling anyone-”
Ian leans closer to Ezekiel, who instinctively steps back, keeping the fangs at bay, but Ian speaks anyway. “Oh dear… You know why I am in this dump of a city, and you know why I am here tonight, in particular, don’t you, doll?” Ian speaks, insisting on getting closer, against the wishes of Ezekiel. “Don’t worry, hah, don’t- I’m not going to bite you. I am looking for someone else.”
Ezekiel’s fists close tight. “My brother didn’t die for me to hear that he’s alive and is on the menu for you, Ian. I don’t need this and you don’t need him.” Ezekiel grabs Ian, pushing him against the truck. “Even if he’s alive, even if I knew something, why then you need me, you’re all sorts of fucked, you could’ve get this information anywhere. If he’s alive then you know he is. Why the hell did you come to me?! To mess me up? That’s your game?!"
Ian leans even closer, trying to get to Ezekiel’s lips, whispering with desire. “You know why, Ez. As if you didn’t know what I want… I thought you were smarter than you look.” The diablerist coos, using his physical prowess to get closer to the blonde against the pinning, taking advantage of their eye contact to drive this situation in his favor. “Come on, I won’t bite tonight. Allow me to at the very least have the embrace of my own.”
Ian’s lips finally touch Ezekiel’s, a wave of rage coming to the younger vampire, fighting deeply the spell Ian had in store. Ez raises his hands, grabbing Ian by the hair and shoulder, pinning him against the car to the point it moves on impact. But Ian exhales with pleasure, the violence so welcomed, and so are the lips that kiss him begrudgingly. Ezekiel doesn’t have time for passion or interest, kissing him as means to an end: The means is to appeal the elder for the ends of getting him the fuck out of the city.
Yet, Ian melts, blood roused with the blush of life, his skin so warm now, as if recently fed. Ezekiel didn’t want to do the same, to match Ian’s rubor, Ian’s desire. It was humiliating that he was in that place to begin with. Ian’s thumbs grip the brim of Ezekiel’s jeans, pulling him closer against his hard-on, finally disorientating Ezekiel enough for him to break the kiss.
“So the legends are true, and you have nothing but piss for brains, Ian?” Ezekiel mutters, angered. “Is that all that moves you? What reanimate this fucked corpse that you are every fucking night? To rail men and drink more Ravnos’ blood? What are you- Get OUT!” He shouts, but Ian grabs his legs, toppling Ezekiel on the ground, pulling the fly of his jeans down. Ian presses his face on the dormant cock, sniffing and mouthing it, occasionally looking back at Ez.
“Ah… Ain’t you boring…” Ian says, licking over the underwear, sucking the head through the fabric. “Thought you’d be more sport than what they told me, with so much gripe and responsibility, so unlike our kind, but ah, oh man…” He pulls Ezekiel’s underwear down, exposing his parts to the night, “I really want your cock tonight, don’t make me twist this the wrong way, use anything... Or that neonate of yours will have to d-”
Ian doesn’t get to finish, as Ezekiel jumps and tosses him down, pressing Ian’s face on the concrete of the sidewalk, pinning him in place. “Even I will find ways to kill you if you touch Raz.” Ez fangs bared, the silver dagger pulled with Hebrew inscribed on its length. “You want to get fucked? Fine then, I’ll give you cock, but leave him out of this, and my fucking city for that matter.”
Ian smiles, managing to lift his own hand and spit on it, offering it for Ezekiel to shake. “I, Ian, promise not to fuck with your kid… But you’ve got to fuck me good enough. Deal?”
Ezekiel let the moment sink. It was a proper promise, with the proper ritual to it, a gesture simple and yet binding. Ian didn’t seem to be bluffing, as many sources would say he often did. He puts the dagger away, for now, and spits on his own palm. “No teeth either. No biting, diablerist.”
Ez shakes hands with Ian, who leaves out a happy sigh of relief.
Tensions didn’t get any better, but Ian knew how to break the ice. “Get into the car. Let me suck you off to start,” Ian offers, but Ez didn’t agree with these plans at all. He opens the truck door and shoves Ian inside, pulling him by his hair, with force. Once Ian is tossed on the passenger seat, Ezekiel comes in on top of him, closing the door behind. His cock is out, but not hard yet, as the warmth of the blush finally starts working its magic.
Ez shoves his cock on Ian’s mouth, grabbing the Ravnos by the head and forcing him there, keeping his mouth busy. “Yes, yes, whatever you say, Ian, now put this tongue of yours to good use or you’ll make me regret this arrangement.”
And to good use he did. Ian's eyes quickly got half lidded as he worked on the head, circling it with his tongue, sucking at it with the palate, as it grew inside of his mouth. Ezekiel wasn’t of any ordinary size, quickly starting to choke Ian, growing so much into his mouth it started to slip down Ian’s gullet, causing him to gag around its girth. But Ezekiel paid it no mind, letting the vampire on his cock trash, seeing the air leave his lungs and not come back in properly. “You’re a fucking legendary bitch, Ian.. So many Gangrels say you’re good with your mouth- Fuck… They weren’t joking, holy shit…” Ezekiel allows himself a moan, holding Ian’s head there with cruelty.
The blonde could feel his balls start to tighten when he finally pulled out from Ian’s mouth, fully hard, and wet as hell. Ian instantly starts to cough, a faint smell of blood coming up, as that was the only thing Ian had to throw up. But he holds it in, and looks at Ezekiel the most pathetic, with hair sticking to his face. Ez almost gets into the spell. To fuck such a pretty guy, to mess up his punchable face.
Ian doesn’t deserve that type of shit.
Ezekiel grabs him once more, now forcing him face first on the windshields. He fetches back the dagger, using it for an infinitely less noble task, to cut a hole on Ian’s pants and underwear, exposing his asshole and balls. Oh, pretty rim he had there, but not for long, no. Ian had begged for it to be ruined, and Ez would happily oblige.
“Haah… Please, you’re going too f-” Ian’s voice is cut, Ezekiel quickly shoving two knuckles deep into Ian’s ass, opening him up unkindly. “Hahh… Ez, Fuck! Hold on, let me- Mhm!-”
“Let you what, little Ian, bastard of his house? Let you what, beg for my cock, say some shit about how big of a star you are, that you’re dangerous and shit while you fuck yourself on my fingers?” Ezekiel Scoffs, adding a third digit, Ian tightening around the knuckles with every offense. “Do you like that? Do you like being treated like garbage?”
But Ian did. He was a moaning mess, his cock so wet it looked surreal; the fingers were not enough, not enough by a mile. Ez leans forwards, getting his fingers as deep as he could, forcing Ian further on the armored glass. “Tell me, what do you want? Say it, Ian. I wanna hear.”
“Ahh… Hah.. Please, fuck me…” Ian begs.
“No, say it properly, say it!” Ezekiel growls, adding a fourth finger. He can feel Ian’s heart beating from inside.
“Please.. Please fuck me with your cock, fucking pound me, Ez-”
“No, wrong again! Say it clearly to me, ‘I am a little faggot who wants cock.’”
Ian whimpers, twitching. “P-please, I’m a little fag who needs cock, Ezek-”
“Good job. Good enough, good enough.”
That would be the last praise he’d have for Ian. Ezekiel pulls out the fingers, leaving Ian stretched with nothing to fill him up, before grabbing him by the hips, forcing Ian on his lap. Ez twists his fists on Ian’s hair, making sure the trickster won’t try anything funny.
Ian could feel Ezkeiel’s throbbing cock beneath him, but any attempt to sit on it was barred by Ez, holding him in place. “Shh… So needy, Ian... Half a millenia and you can’t wait a little more to get pounded?”
“Ez… Ah.. Please, please just- Fuck, fuck me, fuck me, fuck-” Ian whines, feeling the head of Ezekiel’s cock slip past his hole once more. “Or I’ll fuck that neonate of yours, Raz- AH- hoLY FUCK!”
The threat is met with Ezekiel’s cock, violently shoved inside of him, the hair pulled until Ian’s head went back as far as it could go, exposing his neck to the silver dagger. “What will you do? Huh? What is the little Ravnos faggot gonna do, eh?” Ezekiel roughroused, fucking Ian, the armored jeep bouncing as the elder was forced into the windshield. “What are you gonna do? Beg for more cock? Are you going to ask my pretty brother to fuck you too, that’s what you want him for, Ian?”
Rage boiled within Ez, altogether with pleasure. Ah… Ian was indeed a nice fuckhole to mess around, he couldn’t lie. He was delicious, warm against his length, squeezing just right-
“Ah, yes… That’s what you want, Ian? To get pounded by every Ravnos, to get them to cum inside you?” Ez chastised, but Ian melted into it, moaning desperately, trying to get Ezekiel’s cock to hit his sweet spot, but Ez would wrestle him, denying Ian his sweet relief.
“Aren’t you embarrassed, Ian? To be this old and this smart just to find ways to get cock?” Ezekiel continues, railing Ian mercilessly. “Then, are the rumours of you making copies of your own true, so you can fuck yourself?” Ian bites his lips, trying to reach for his own cock, just for Ez to grab his arm, restraining it behind his back. “Ezekiel, haaah-, please… A little more- Fuck… Let me-”
Ezekiel breathes on Ian’s neck. “Mhmm. Let you do what? Do you want to cum, is it? Do you want to finish before I do?”
Ezekiel maneuvered Ian's body, making him look at his face, meet the eyes of his owner. “Say it, Ian, and you better say it right. You only get one chance.”
Ian bounced on Ez’ cock, trying to get fulfillment. “Please, I want to cum, your little fag wants to cum, please… Mhm-”
Well. That was enough for now. Ezekiel starts hammering Ian, the slaps of their hips making the truck move, Ian’s head hitting the roof of the car, drool coming out of his lips. The fangs there, the only dangerous sign the diablerist chose to show on that night.
Ian’s leg buckles and his balls tighten, orgasming messily, tight around Ezekiel’s cock. Ezekiel isn’t too far behind, with that delicious squeeze, he shoots all he has inside of Ian, who takes it with a decadent whining.
Ian's head moves closer as he exhales, his mouth opening almost mindlessly, looking for the neck he so much wished. What he finds is Ezekiel’s fingers, filling his mouth and pushing him away. And Ez isn’t happy. “You promised you wouldn’t bite. Are you insane?”
Ian exhales around the fingers, letting them slide in his throat, before Ezekiel pulls them out. “Ahh.. I didn’t bite… Sorry, sorry, fuck, you just smell so good, I can feel it in your blood- Fuck, it’s so delicious… Shit…”
A set of knuckles find Ian's face, punching him square.
“I did your bidding! My side of the deal is fucking done!” Ezekiel announces, opening the door and pushing Ian outside where he meets the cement. “You better be a man of your word because I am a man of mine. Touch my fucking kid and I’ll fucking kill you. Mark my words, Ian.”
Ian spits out blood, his cheek bruised from the inside. He cackles. “I’ll see you again tomorrow-”
“No, you fucking won’t. I am not your plaything. I better not see your sorry face tomorrow, or I won't be as kind with your bullshit anymore.”
Ian stands up and cleans the dust from his pants, appreciating the hole where his dick peeks through. He can feel the warm cum ooze out of his hole, and he lets a nasty moan out, shivering. “But you're so good… Hope your brother is just as nice.”
“Fuck you, Ian”, Ezekiel closes the door and drives away, leaving Ian behind.
Ian waves at him, as Ezekiel drives away.