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kronosxonas‌:

Just as Kronos’ voice could feel as if velvet were brushed against skin, Mark’s voice in his head echoed the motion. Of course when Mark spoke, teased him inside his head, it went straight to his nerves instead of having it lessened by outside influences. His eyes closed to the kiss to his cheek and sighed when he pulled away. For a long moment he stood and breathed to enjoy the simple idea that Mark was there with him and held a promise that they would embrace. Once his eyes opened, he watched the wizard move around the kitchen before he joined him in doing as he requested. He placed a few boxes into the cupboard before he heard the voice in his head once more. Head turned to look back at him, Kronos gave a warm smile. “Look at me.” He whispered. His hand moved to brush against his cheek before it traced his neck. It had been a while since he bit Mark. He never wanted him to feel as if he were food, as if he only wanted him for his blood. If Kronos only had Mark’s blood for the rest of his life, he’d be quite satisfied. If just because it was Mark’s. Yet he restrained himself, put boundaries between them in that way because it wasn’t fair for Mark to be looked at with hunger. Of course it was far more than that but he feared the other’s thoughts on it. Leaning forward, Kronos darted his tongue out to lick his neck before he pulled away and nipped at his jaw. “You’re not food to me…”

Mark paused when Kronos told him where to look, but he didn't immediately follow the command, always a stickler for showing he wasn't being compelled. It had been a long time since Kronos had done that to him. When he turned into the touch, he met Kronos' gaze and slowly blinked as Kronos spoke and then teased him, which made him smile softly and shake his head.

"I didn't figure you were looking for food," Mark said as he turned his body into Kronos' space and took his hands. "Up to our room and you will undress as I tell you all the ways that I think about you biting me," he added with a smirk as they began to walk. "I don't think of myself as food, my dear. I simply know how much you enjoy watching me lose myself to your bite. Again and again -- until I'm spent and you must care for me."

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azraelonthehunt‌:

He rolled his eyes and caressed the wizard’s cheek. “You know I’m teasing, Mark. I’m over the fact that he stole you from me,” he joked and took his old friend’s hand, guiding him through the crowd. “That’s not fun at all…I would have wanted you to think about me while he made love to you on your bed,” he told Mark. They reached the outside of the large manor where the vampires held the party, and they were met with nightly fresh air. He sighed and turned to Mark. “Alright. Let’s go to my place, and when we’re done I’ll bring you back here. Are you going to teleport us to my place?” Azrael moved in to place his hands on Mark’s waist, which ultimately slit down to grab hold of the wizard’s thick round booty, one he was very familiar with.

Mark looked at Azrael with a stern gaze when Azrael said Kronos had stolen him. Kronos was as much a protege as he was a soulmate to Mark. Azrael knew that much, but he always had to push at the right button to make Mark feel grumpy. As they walked through the crowd and neared the door, Mark paused to stop a human adept to look him straight in the eyes and telepathically control his mind. When they walked outside, Mark was glad to know that the adept would search for Kronos in the crowd and deliver his message that he was with Azrael and be back within the hour. “You just want me to show off,” Mark said as he reached back to remove the hands from his bum. He then took Azrael’s wrist and they were gone in a flash of light. They then appeared in Azrael’s bedroom that Mark daresay he knew too well. “Quick enough for you?” he huffed in his strong English accent before he waved a hand to light a fire in the hearth.

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kronosxonas‌:

With Mark, it was always slow and sensual; beautiful and tranquil; desire to the fullest as he knew how to bring out your desire from so simple a touch. It was amazing how he could feel such desire coursing through his system when he wasn’t sure how he was able to feel this way anymore. Honestly, Kronos couldn’t imagine ever being without Mark in his life. The wizard may keep things from him, may even hold back his emotions. It didn’t matter to Kronos. The person he knew, his Mark, was what mattered to him. Eyes lifted to look at Mark, watching as his eyes shifted and the lights dimmed. His focus was clear and though his desire was to ravish Mark with his desperation, he held back as Mark demanded. How to put into words all he wanted, it was no easy task. His eyes then drifted down to his hand as he placed it over his lover’s heart. He had felt it even before he touched him for the beat was ever loud in his ears. His lips moved to claim Mark’s once more but this time he was slow, caring even as his free hand moved to grip Mark’s waist. “I cannot express all my desires in a few simple words, however my deepest desire at this moment is to watch you come undone the way your look provides me the same.”

Gently, Mark put his hand over the one on his chest and laid his forehead to Kronos’ face as he steadily breathed. He waited for Kronos to answer and smiled softly when the vampire struggled with the words he wanted to put out there between them. Suddenly, his voice would fill Kronos’ mind though his lips didn’t move. “I want you to help me put away this food and then we will retire and undress as I lead you to our room.”

Mark kissed Kronos’ cheek and carefully untangled their limbs so he could take the bags to the kitchen. As soon as his first bag was empty, he could sense the desperation in Kronos’ mind and he closed his eyes.

“Bite me, it’s okay...“

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azraelonthehunt‌:

“Are you only agreeing because you can’t find your boytoy Kronos?” Azrael asked as he patted his friend’s shoulder. He and Mark had known one another for a long time, and somehow, some way, they always fell back into this kind of situation, and the elder didn’t mind it one bit. “Alright…do you want to go to your place?” the dracopyre asked as he finished off his drink and tossed the glass at a passing slave server.

Mark lifted his chin to look at Azrael. He knew “boy toy” was a joke, but he didn’t like the wording. “He’s my life partner, Az,” Mark replied bluntly. “As much as wizards have time for them.” He stalled taking a drunk out of his glass by listening to Azrawl and holding the tribrid in a stare, the thrown cup stopped mid-air and landed upright on the server’s tray. Then, Mark sat his drink onto a nearby table and looked to Azrael. “We don’t invite others home anymore, not now that we’ve pledged to each other.” He lowered his voice and stepped closer to Azrael. “But your sheets can do.”

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darreth-thehand

Azrael downed another drink while a few of the masters who approached him praised him for the slaves he wrangled in a day ago, just in time for the True Dark party. A lot of the vampires were kissing his ass, even those who weren’t a fan of the fact that he was a tribrid. He nonchalantly shrugged and finished his drink. Handing the glass to a passing slave, he grabbed another scotch on the rocks. “It’s all about the kind of slaves we bring in,” he told the crowd who surrounded him, “Sure, we can wrangle whomever, but quite honestly, it’s the slaves that really stand out that show actual promise.” A vampire master complimented his tuxedo. It was a one of a kind black suit, and the fabric itself was like armour to protect. On his right shoulder was a metal shoulder plate in the shape of a dracopyre’s head, with a chain that ran diagonally around Azrael’s torso. The cuffs of his tuxedo were actual semi spiked gauntlets, and he wore boots designed for formal events and for kicking ass. Again, Azrael shrugged and moved away from the crowd, approaching a familiar face. “I’ll literally pay you anything you want to save me from this ass kissing I’m getting for the slaves I wrangled in. I’ll even suck you off.” He downed his drink again, and got two, one for himself, and he handed then second to the other.

mark2lane

Mark had been brought to the party by Kronos, who he’d lost about ten minutes ago. Mark hung back, away from the crowd and watching. Not having his staff which added in his abilities made him uneasy, but he’d left it in their home for worry that it would cause undue hostility. He was considering using a spell to find Kronos when suddenly, an old friend was in his face and offering him a drink and more. Mark smiled slowly. “Perhaps we should take our leave outside this... party?” he offered.

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kronosxonas‌:

It wasn’t hard to see, after being with the mage for almost as long as he’d been alive, that he held some harsh thoughts about himself. Kronos didn’t know everything about him but he did know more than most. Usually being the one to show his inner feelings much easier than the wizard, he made it a point to show him just how much he was cared for without hesitation. And also sometimes, even though it was in Kronos’ vampiric biology, Mark had a way of seduction that rivaled that of himself rather harshly. A smile formed as Mark stood and his body seemed to maneuver on it’s own to step into Mark’s space. Even before he uttered the words, his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip and he leaned in close. The smell of his blood was the most enticing, made his mouth water just to catch a scent of it. “Perhaps it is me that desires the taste.” He almost growled as he placed his hand upon the back of Mark’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss.

There were aspects of his past that Mark didn’t talk about. Things he was ashamed of having done. Back when he was still Marcus and a fine age of nearly two-hundred. How he’d plotted and avenged the life of his mother from those whose ancestors had taken her from him. He didn’t dare tell Kronos the details of that. He had enough trouble keeping Kronos from ransacking villages as it were. Actually, it had taken centuries of being on high alert at all times before the wizard could grow to trust the vampire.

Mark chuckled when Kronos said he wanted a taste and Mark knew it wasn’t of his mouth that Kronos was speaking -- it was his blood. He kissed the vampire with a soft grip on Kronos’ shorter hair. “We go slow,” Mark said and his eyes flashed a soft blue as he waved his free hand to put out the lights and raise up the candles that were everywhere in the home. It was an easy feat for the wizard. “Feel my heartbeat and tell me what you want,” he commanded in a gruff tone.

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hiddenwoodengems

@marktulane

For a man who has lived quite a few lifetimes, yet not as many as his mage’s, one would think he had better control of his emotions. However, the moment he got home and saw that Mark was also there, he found his heart fluttering. His eyes laid upon the mage and he smiled sweetly, almost shocked to see him. “When did you get back?” He asked, moving to set some food on the counter as they were out, rather Mark was out.”

mark2lane

Mark had been sitting in the home, idly waiting for soulmate without a soul. Ironically, that didn’t stop Kronos from having deep feelings for Mark, which always made the wizard feel much better about himself. “About an hour ago. Deicided that I might as well wait for you.” Mark stood up from his seat and approached the vampire. “Before we put that away,” he said, indicating the food. “Let me have a taste of you.”

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emeraldestatesrp

Mark Tulane

Master | 879/36 | Wizard | fc- Bob Morley

Mark is from a line of wizards who were held in supreme regard during medieval times. They were from faraway lands and were fiercely strong in magic. His wizard father fled into the mountains when their lives were threatened by the church. His mother was a witch and less powerful. She sacrificed her life to save her son as they were rounded up by the military in England.

After his mother’s death, Marcus (as he was then known), went into the mountains to find his father and was taken in by another aging Wizard. Becoming the Wizard’s apprentice, the boy focused not on revenge, but on magic that he could wield in hopes of one day being as notable as his father. He became particularly strong when it came to telepathy and the controlling of minds. Additionally, illusionary and light generation were two strong powers he possessed, however, he struggled with control and which would often have disastrous results.

Eventually, Marcus came down from the mountains, itching for the humans who would shun his parents to bow at his growing power. That was when he ended up on the streets of a great city where he watched people and quickly learned that a lot had changed over the centuries he’d spent at the old wizard’s teachings. He knew of werewolves, vampires, fae, and the like, but he had never actually come across one until he heard of a freshly turned vampire ransacking nearby villages. Marcus took it upon himself to help the vampire who clearly didn’t have a sire around.

Many, many years later, Marcus and the vampire came to the Americas and Mark became his new identity. He was a young strapping man who opened a tattooing shop in the middle of New York as his vampire comrade moved onward across the United States. When Mark first heard of the Emerald Estates, he longed to be with people like himself and the wizard packed up his belongings and headed for Washington State.

Position: Versatile Dominant

Favorite Kinks: praise, tantra, sensory play

Turn-offs/Limits: pain, noisy sex, impact play

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