SILAS CHARLES

722 Years Old Psychiatrist Vampire

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romeorcjas:

Romeo felt an unease around the other from his tone despite not really remembering him. There still was a familiarity in the other’s eyes that made Romeo close his book and stand up. The man’s next words hit him like a dagger – he was confused on so many things and this statement topped the books. “Why….” he asked suddenly, all other rational questions flying out of this brain in that moment.

Silas faced Romeo evenly when he stood, head tilting somewhat to look him over, re-familiarizing himself with the one he turned. “Why not?”, he asked with a shrug of a shoulder, and he shook his head with a dismissive wave of his hand. “We already covered all the inane questions of why just after I turned you. By now, you’d only be a pile of bones six feet under, but you’re something much better, and I’ve brought you here to this town we’re protected in with humans at our fingertips and mercy for any need we have.” The older vampire slowly stepped in closer. “Don’t try so hard to make sense out of it. You’re here because I want you here.”

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romeorcjas:

Though he was incredibly old, Romeo had been entombed for a few centuries so everything was new to him. He was happy to be in a welcoming town where he could live out his blood lust while learning about all that he’s missed. He had been heavily invested in his book before being startled by someone approaching. Romeo closed the book harshly turning to see who was approaching. “Hi,” he said, eyes scanning the figure near him, “do we know each other?”

“Do we know each other...” The older vampire hummed softly in his repetition of the younger one’s words, and not necessarily in the most amused manner. Somewhat eyeing the book the other had been reading, copper eyes took in the sight of his... protégé? “Oh I don’t know. Perhaps, since I am the one responsible for why you still exist after so many centuries.”

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thehowlingleon:

Leon had been with many vampires over his very long lifetime. None of them were like Silas. They couldn’t compare to what the vampire could do to the alpha. The vampires before Silas were always reluctant to do anything with any other species. Not Silas. Well, maybe at first. But he and Leon seemed to share that common idea that no matter the specie, sex was sex. Pleasure was pleasure. Silas was one of the very few that could have Leon seeing stars. He wasn’t even doing much now and yet Leon felt like he’d burst if he moved or said anything. He licked his lips as he watched Silas work his leather pants off after he removed his boots and socks, pulling it down with his briefs to reveal his throbbing massive cock that could get rock hard instantly anytime he was around Silas. Leon wasn’t one to say he missed anyone, but Leon knew he didn’t have to say it for Silas. Because the vampire already knew how much Leon missed him while he was gone. He growled and tossed his head back, one hand finding its way into those raven locks and gripping it as Silas worked his mouth on him. He missed that mouth, how it could easily drink from his veins, how it could take all of his length without trying. Leon would fuck one of the slaves or one of his men, maybe some other supernaturals in different towns while he was on the hunt, but Silas could easily make him forget all those escapades. “Shit…your wolf is home for you,” he grunted and combed Silas’s hair affectionately, so ready for the other really go to town and blow him, “Gimme all you got, baby. Gimme that beautiful mouth.”

Oh no. Leon didn’t have to say a single word for Silas to know he missed him. The wolf’s actions and general body language spoke it all in volumes. The both of them being with others didn’t mean anything compared to what it was when they together. Before meeting the Alpha ages ago, the vampire was a strict top, but there was just something about the wolf. Something that made him want to give himself to Leon... though not so easily the first time did he give up his dominance. Often times, he still played like he wanted to put up a little fight, all so the wolf could bring him to submitting all over again. The scent of the other was amazing. The masculine wolfy musk mixed with genuine leather and the outside aroma from being on the motorcycle only added to the arousal of everything. He gasped against Leon’s cock as those fingers found his hair, running through it in added encouragement to continue, those words bringing soft little goosebumps to his cool skin. It was all he was waiting for, to hear the wolf start to come undone under him, wanting more. Further sign the other missed him while he was gone. He grinned against his thick length, tongue swirling around his slick tip, and then his lips parted. With an arm around a thigh, and his other hand wrapped around the base of the other’s cock, he wasted no more time in taking it into his mouth, tongue licking every bit that passed through his lips. It wasn’t left to sit in the deepest part of his throat for too long, Silas moving his head for his mouth to start up and down, sucking his wolf like he was absolutely starved for him.

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thehowlingleon:

The wolf did chuckle when Silas used his weight to make them fall onto the bed together. It sort of reminded him way back when, when they were much younger. That sort of time when they were kind of like teenagers even though in age they were older. Leon had known Silas for a very long time and trusted him, he also cared for him deeply. As gruff as an exterior the alpha had, Leon did have some soft spots, reserved for those he actually cared about. Silas being one of them. He felt good every time they got together. They didn’t even need to have sex. They could just be chilling in Silas’s living room. Having drinks on the couch by a fire, with Silas’s head on his lap and reading all these notes about his patients and such. Leon would listen to every word. In a way, the vampire wasn’t just a regular lover of his. He was his best friend too. Maybe even more than that. Because Leon never allowed most vampires to feed off him. Just Silas. Leon managed to get his own top off, exposing his muscular frame the same as the night creature on top of his lap, grinding his bubble butt against him. “Or…you could just come along with me next time,” Leon suggested with a chuckle and hiss of pleasure as he pulled Silas properly on top of him, their lips meshing and clashing as one unit of passion. Heated and intimate and sensual all at once. It caused the werewolf to growl in the kiss and once again his hands gripped the vampire’s perfectly round ass. Oh how he missed fucking that bubble butt while he was on his hunt. And he knew the two of them wouldn’t be leaving this bed anytime soon. “Want me to suck you off?” he asked in the kiss, “Eat your ass?”

If the vampire had the need to breathe, it would be ragged and heavy already by that point. He did grin down at him, at the thought of going with him next time, but couldn’t help but laugh. “I could, but we both know I would distract you way too much from your job, and they need me here.” Settling into Leon’s lap, his hands ran along his bared torso, lips entangling one more. “Besides, as much as I miss you when you’re gone, it’s my favorite part to welcome you back.” He kissed the wolf harder as those hands gripped his ass, shaking his head when the other managed to question what he wanted. “Mmmm... No... We’ll get to that soon enough...” He got Leon into another heated kiss before making him pry his lips away, slipping from sitting on top of him to lowering. “You just got back after a long drive. What I want is for you to lay there and let me show you how much I missed you...” Cool lips found the warm skin above the waistline of the wolf’s pants as fingers worked them open, his mouth following gradually revealed skin until reaching his cock that sprung free from the confining material. Briefly, illuminated copper eyes drifted up to look at the wolf and he mouthed along the hot, thick length teasingly so, all the while working to get those pants the rest of the way off.

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clay-preston:

“That, vamp, is to much information for me.” Clay said as he wrinkled his nose in disgust at the thought. “i’m going to need you to keep that shit to yourself the next time you feel like talking about stuff like that.” Clay said with a roll of his eyes. Clay wasn’t going to back down from some supernatural creature, even if they were stronger then him or had a social ladder to help them. He was still the son, albeit bastard son, of the person who runs this town. And he refused to be treated like trash and not give it back.

Silas hummed a soft laugh. It’d been too long for him since he was mortal, forgetting what it was like to be human, but there was amusement in that their stomach churned so easily. At least in the vampire’s opinion. “You said candy, not me. Our idea of what that is just happens to be different.” He shrugged it off. “I’m the psychiatrist. Doctor Silas Charles. Observing is part of my job.” And maybe it was in part for his own personal records.

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thehowlingleon:

“Fuck that…let’s get the fuck outta here and go to your place,” Leon replied, “You’re making me crave you more and more with each second. And it’s been a while since you last fed from me.” He chuckled and smacked Silas’s thick ass and pecked him gently. The alpha turned to his dire wolves, he decided not to pay either of them a mind because they were getting intimate with one another. He pet the three of them and instructed that all the slaves be put away, and to have one of his crew take his shit back to the house. The three of them nodded in understanding before trudging away. This left Silas and himself alone with each other. He enjoyed the way the other male touched him, but would rather have their clothes off to really feel it. They managed to get to Silas’s place in record time, and once they got there with the door closed behind them, they had complete privacy, which would make things easier for them as they were catching up. He hoisted Silas so easily, getting the vampire to wrap his legs around his waist and his arms around his neck so he was holding onto Leon. Leon’s own hands clung onto that thick ass as he moved up to give the an another heated and passion laced kiss. He groaned into the lip lock and carried him toward Silas’s bedroom upstairs, knowing fully well where to go as he had been here in the vampire’s company more than once. “You make me horny every time we’re together…” he groaned, and now he was especially horny since they’ve been apart for a while.

Silas smirked with a small laugh, chasing those lips for that last peck. It took him a while to be okay with feeding on Leon, and even still it took some coaxing from the other sometimes. He didn’t really want to lust after the wolf in that manner, for his blood, but at the same time, in doing so it made things all the more fiery, because feeding was just as an intimate thing for the vampire. It brought them even closer together, and he couldn’t deny his current want for his lover’s strong blood at the moment. Respectively he backed off as the wolf talked to the other’s, but once they were dismissed and they were going back to his place it was on. They’d wasted no time once behind closed door’s, missing so much being in those strong arms that held him like he weighed nothing. He hummed deeply into the intense kiss and once he knew they were close to his bed, he shifted his weight so that it brought them to fall back onto it. Silas growled lowly as he landed hard into the other’s lap, his ass right in contact on top of the other’s bulge. Quickly his shirt was discarded, without undoing buttons and barely loosening his tie, and he went right back to kissing the wolf like he hadn’t seen him in months. “We need to do this before you leave the next time. I can’t go that long ever again...”, he husked against his mouth, pulling up the material of the other’s shirt in the process.

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noahramircz:

“as much as we wanted to just ignore him in his cell, boss told me to bring him to you.” the guard spoke in a harsh tone, dragging in the small boy behind him who just reeked of anxiety, pain and fear. not a normal amount either. noah was hyperventilating, he just wanted to go home - especially after all he had endured. “l-let me out.” the office was much more spacious than his cell but he still felt trapped. because he was, and he knew he was. “let - let me out i need out i don’t want anymore…d-don’t let anyone else t-touch me. please.” he pleaded with the stranger, his breaths coming in short quick puffs. clearly, the frightened humans brain was a bit scattered. he was sleep deprived, and having panic attacks more than once a day.

Ah, and there was that slave emergency he had at least a few times a week. Silas stood up from his chair as copper eyes took in the panicked boy, and nodded to the guard. “I’ll take it from here.” He closed the door to his office, making it just the two of them in there. The vampire went over, getting a paper cup of water and placed it on the desk in front of the slave. “Take deeper, slower breaths,” he said calmly, taking his seat once again, across from the other. “It’s just you and me now. Drink some water, take your time to gather yourself, and then we’ll talk.” As anyone could imagine, Silas saw it and saw it often. The reality would hit a slave hard when a master would come to play or a guard was feeling particularly frisky. Not always was he successful in making them accept what their life had become, but more often than not, he was. “Can you tell me your name?”

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gideonlancaster:

Vampire. From the moment Gideon had stepped inside the office – that sweet aroma of death, decay and blood reached his nostrils like the most aphrodisiac of scents. He could recognize the other’s kind in any corner of the earth. And the demon liked vampires. The regular ones – not those diamond looking things that had appeared on wannabe romantic novels and movie adaptations. There was power there. Power that came with age – with experience. With eons killing and feeding on those meat suits like it was nothing. Because that was how things were. The strong lived and the weak were crushed under their boots. “It is a very serious issue, actually. Especially when you have so much to offer and no one to keep up with what you are willing to give.” Slaves broke easily. It was sort of a hobby of his to have them crying even before he had unzipped his pants. That was what brought him the most perverse amount of joy. “That’s a real issue, Doc. What is a guy supposed to do when he has such a burning libido and others fail to put out the fire? Resorting to my hand is not as amusing but sometimes it gets the trick done. And in a place with so much pain and suffering? How can one not get aroused by it? Do you see my issue here?”

The psychiatrist was intrigued, listening to what he initially was just a humorous poke at his profession turn into a true concern. Nodding slowly, Silas knew too well what the demon was talking about, having come across the same thing many times himself. “When you put it that way, I do understand.” Though the vampire was versatile in his sexual preferences, it made it a little difficult to find a slave he could truly dominate when most of them were scared and submissive from the start. Several times he lost interest as well as his erection long before any release could be met. “It’s an issue a lot of us face, unfortunately.” He sat up a little straighter in his chair, forearms rested on the edge of the desk. “I’m afraid that’s not something I can necessarily help with either, so I... fail to see why you’ve come to see me. I have no power over the slaves’ sexual and pain tolerance, and unless you wish to seek counseling over your addiction to sex? And somehow even that doesn’t seem right.” He tilted his head, copper eyes locking on the demon in thought. “Perhaps the simple answer would be, slaves just aren’t for you, and instead, maybe your peers would be better for that release you seek?”

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thehowlingleon:

Leon shrugged nonchalantly. Although really he did miss Silas a tad every time he went away. They were pretty close, and it was rare for the alpha to allow himself to be close with anyone. It was definitely rare for his dire wolves to let their guard down with anyone Leon remotely liked, especially if they were a vampire, but he was glad the five of them could get along. Silas was one of the few Leon trusted, and this was a very rare thing. He smiled a little at the way the vampire touched him after petting his wolves, moving in close and placing his hands on his waist. He allowed for it, as his own gloved hands found their way to Silas’s glorious round ass and squeezed it. One hand moved further down to the back of the vampire’s thigh, so he could hoist his leg up and wrap it gently around his waist. “I bet,” he simply answered as he looked into those mesmerizing eyes, “Things went well. Just another wrangling gone successful. But some of these bitches were not easy to find. It was kind of dull without you around, though. Well, I’m back now. New slaves for you to play with. Let’s be honest though, what I can do to you, no slave can accomplish. You know that’s the truth.” Not caring if his crew was looking, Leon leaned in and gave Silas a gentle kiss on the lips. It earned a bit of a soft growl from Olivier, but it wasn’t a threatening one. It was more of an acknowledgement that she was alright with it. “Since I’m home now…” Leon whispered into the kiss, “We should take this time to…catch up.”

It’d been some time for the vampire as well to allow himself to be even slightly attached to someone. Neither did he expect it with the Alpha wolf, but he wasn’t complaining either. He had to admit it was nice to have someone to turn to when he wasn’t so in the mood to be alone. Sometimes it was just too much of a hassle to go through the motions of renting a slave out, but it was never complicated with Leon. Silas made sure to keep his touching on the wolf small and not too much while in front of the other’s crew, not wanting to make too much of a scene. He didn’t at all protest though against the groping hand on his ass, humming at the squeeze as he hooked his leg around the other. “I’m sure they tried their hardest to hide from you, but when they have the best hunting them down, it’s really just prolonging the inevitable.” He smirked a little as those lips came to his own, returning it just as softly, having missed that warmth. “Can’t argue with that... though what you do to me, no slave would ever have the chance to attempt anyway.” He nipped at the wolf’s lips with a slight pull with his teeth, but with his fangs still put away. “I was thinking the same thing...” A hand slipped a little lower from Leon’s waist to slipping just under his shirt, fingertips just barely stroking over the outline of the wolf’s soft bulge at the front of his pants. “Should I let you finish up here and we can meet up at one of our places later? Or do you prefer not to wait...?”

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gideonlancaster:

Plenty of things had changed around Ashen since the last time the demon had been there. Different slaves, different owners… there was even a psychiatrist around. Why was there a psychiatrist? For the slaves? To drink their sorrows while playing Dr. Phil in a comfortable couch, making those meat suits bawl their eyes out while they expressed their fears and hopes? One eyebrow moved upwards and Gideon was sold. What better way to get inside someone’s head that playing the psychiatrist role? Well, he could read other people’s minds but that was sort of cheating, wasn’t it? In any event, the demon wanted to see what the fuss was all about. Why was there a psychiatrist in Ashen? Unless there were masters around that needed a little pat on the back and some sort of acknowledgment of their sexual prowess. “What’s up, Doc?” Gideon walked inside the office, not even dignifying the receptionist with a glance. He wasn’t there for the entrée´s. He was searching for the main dish. “So… I have a serious issue I would like to see solved.” A grin formed on the demon’s lips as he sunk on a chair, his smug expression never once abandoning his features. “I think I might be a sex addict.”

Oh. The presence in the one entering his office was strong. Very strong, to the point that Silas was almost convince he could feed on that alone. Silas half expected to have an unhinged slave on his hands, over emotional about what a master made him do or something. Not a being stronger than the psychiatrist himself... who didn’t at all seem like he had an emergency. Instead of suggesting the man make an appointment, he didn’t discourage him from walking in. On the contrary, he welcomed it, watching him sit down as a brow lifted slightly as a nudge for the other to continue. The demon’s answer slowly brought on a grin of the vampire’s own, a hand coming up to smooth out the front of his suit. “I’m not sure I would consider being a sex addict an issue...”, he replied, finally breaking his silence. “And I highly doubt you do either, but that’s not to say I’m not willing to... hear you out. If you think it’s an issue, I am here to help.”

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It was early and his office wasn’t quite open yet. The vampire was sitting at his desk, sipping a cup of coffee and gathering records and reports of patients from the previous week for his receptionist to file away. Just finishing off a nice little stack, Silas was just relaxing back into his chair when there was a knock on his door, the receptionist informing him that someone was there to see him. Odd, he thought. He would have bet that there was still an hour until his first appointment. Either he had a visitor or it was a mental emergency. “Send them in,” he said with a nod, sitting up straighter in his seat.

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clay-preston:

Clay snorted and rolled his eyes at the other man’s words. Most humans in this place would cower in fear…But being the bastard son of the mayor of this town did cause a bit of an ego to swell. “Of course. The all powerful, all knowing, mysterious and strong answer.” Clay teased. “What’s next? Gonna go steal candy from a baby?”

Silas grinned just so. He found more amusement in the ones who gave a little back than the ones who just cowered and submitted from the start. “If by candy you mean blood... I might. Baby blood is the most pure, before virgins. Very sweet, like candy.”

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thehowlingleon:

Some of the hunters growled in Silas’s direction, but all it took was Leon looking back at them, snarling and flashing his red eyes again to get them to back down. They snarled back and continued escorting the newly caught slaves out of the truck. Being as old as he was, Leon had no quarrels with any vampires or any other species for that matter. Usually, vampires and werewolves were enemies. Leon was too much of a sexual being to deprive himself the perfect ass of a vampire, especially one like Silas’s. “I woulda come sooner,” Leon responded as he took his sunglasses off and pocketed them, “But I had a lot of fresh meat to wrangle.” He brought himself closer to his old friend and gently placed a gloved hand on the side of the vampire’s cheek, caressing his cold skin and smirking lightly. “But you are glad I’m home, are you not?”

Before he could say anymore, his loyal companions whom he trusted more than his crew joined his side. Three large dire wolves, bigger than tigers, sauntered over. One black, one grey and one brown. The black one, being the alpha of the trio, was Olivier. The brown one was the beta, named Hohenhiem. The grey one was the youngest named Kain. They were the original members of Leon’s pack. The large wolves already knew Silas and trusted him enough to allow him near Leon. Olivier joined his side like she normally did. Hoenhiem and Kain wanted a bit of attention from the vampire after their long travels so they approached him, wanting to be petted. “How’ve things been during my absence?” he asked, continuing their conversation.

The growling from the others just earned a slightly lifted brow, the vampire not even remotely concerned about them. That was in part because he knew the approaching wolf wouldn’t allow for anything, and really, he wasn’t easily intimidated anyway. Silas smirked a little more as those glasses came off and he could see Leon’s eyes. Of course he wasn’t really upset with the wolf. He had a job to do like anyone else. Silas quite liked the times when Leon would return after days of not seeing him. “Glad doesn’t quite describe it...”, he said quieter, nuzzling into that hand, so sure he could feel the other’s warmth through it.

Looking from Leon to see the large wolves, hands reaching out to pet them. There was a time he’d been a little unnerved by them, but by now, it’d been far too long and he was way too used to them. It was nice to see they felt the same. “Like they usually are when you’re not here,” he answered, most of his attention brought back to Leon. “Not too much unlike when you are here... Things going as they should. Only it’s boring. My appointments keep me busy, but at least when I get hear your motorcycle while in my office, it uh... makes things interesting.” Hands move from the fur of the others to Leon’s firm chest, only to slip down and rest at the sides of his waist. Though Silas was fit, the wolf outsized him a fair amount, and that was always an arousing thought. “I see you were successful yet again...” Eyes flicked towards the truck behind Leon, before looking at him again. “... but I trust things went well otherwise too?”

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thehowlingleon:

The evening was filled with the roaring noise of motorbikes and one heavily armoured truck that ran down the path and into town. Leon was finally home, with his crew of bounty hunters and slave wranglers. They were sent off not too long ago to fetch more humans for slavery, and Leon was proud of the collection he was returning with. They reached their destination, and the engines of all vehicles were killed. The leader and senior member of the squad dismounted his bike and removed his sunglasses, eyes flashing red for a moment. He was an alpha werewolf, who had been around for a very long time. He had been doing this job for as long as he could remember. And he was good at it. “Unload!” he called out to his crew and they went to the truck to open it and retrieve the new human slaves. Some of the others in town looked their way, not that Leon really minded. He was used to eyes on him. One in particular did catch his attention though, he stared back for a moment. “Got a problem?” he simply asked, trudging over to the other with his military boots. What he saw before him though, he liked a lot.

The vampire’s day had been... steady. He had several appointments, some with fellow masters but mostly with slaves, trying to cope with their new lives void of any freedom. It was enough to keep him busy, and it wasn’t until the sun had mostly gone down that the psychiatrist started to make his way out of his office to return home. Hearing that familiar sound coming from the distance made him go still, though. He knew who that was, and suddenly home didn’t sound as good as it did moments ago. Getting to his old classic Lincoln Town car, he drove to beat the pack, parking in his usual spot across the street. Dressed in one of his high dollar suits, Silas leaned against the trunk of the car as the wolves settled into unloading, copper eyes locking on the Alpha and seemingly getting his attention. One corner of his lips pulled in a half smirk as Leon made his way over, hands at both sides of him on the edge of the trunk. “I might,” he answered in his soft, gravelly voice, taking in his sight shamelessly. “You take too fucking long to get back.”

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