#mactor

[macula-askblog]

Mathias, have you met the Devil Forgemasters in Dracula's castle? How do you fare with them? :)

"I have. They are quite the strange, yet fascinating men."

"I can't say I fare well with the older one, Isaac. He hates me, it's evident, though I'm not sure why... especially considering how much he adores the Lord Dracula. Not that I care. He's a real brat and bootlicker anyway."

"Hector, on the other hand..."

"I guess you can say we get along pretty well."

[beevean]

Short trade with @the-crow-binary :) inspired from this old piece, because sometimes, you're just in need of feeding your rarepair.

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"My Lord, I can feed myself..."

Hector's protests went unheard. In fact, his husband's crimson eyes seemed to twinkle with delight while he shifted on his lap; it was a good thing Hector had the strength to bear his weight, and enjoy the close contact without any discomfort.

"I know, dear. I've watched how graceful you are when you feed... You're a merciful vampire, and a merciful Lord." Mathias' fangs shone like gems in his smile, as he swirled the golden chalice in his hand with lazy twists of his wrist. "But how tedious would our existence be if we only bothered to feed to satisfy our animal needs?"

That, he could agree with. It took thirty years or so before Hector felt ready to take the plunge, and join his beloved in immortality. The prospect of shedding his humanity, after fighting tooth and nail to reclaim it, had been terrifying: would he be ready to shy away from the sun, and find comfort in the shadows? Would he be ready to sink his teeth in human flesh, and force on others the same pain that had been forced on him? And would he be ready to exist beyond the limits of time, growing distant from the world as a whole, witnessing empires rise and fall while he stayed untouched and unchanging?

Only his Lord - his real Lord, not the monster that took his semblance and used him and toyed with his heart - could allay his worries. And not one day, ever since he had woken up in his coffin and his blood had frozen inside his veins, he ever regretted his unholy marriage.

Yes, Hector more than looked forward to spending his existence not as a mere vampire, but as Lord Cronqvist's consort, joined as one person.

"Very well, my king," Hector reclined on his throne and grinned, pulling Mathias' face closer to his, until it was all he could see, all it mattered. "I trust you."

It was all his husband needed to hear. In one swift motion, he lifted the chalice to his mouth and tilted it. However, Hector's keen senses noticed that his Adam's apple was not bobbing, and no sound of swallowing accompanied the gesture. And like that, he understood.

So, he put no resistance when Mathias closed the gap between them, with cheeks slightly swollen, and instead readily parted his lips.

Blood, thick and rich blood flowed from his beloved mouth to Hector's, slightly cooled down but no less exquisite. Hector drank in slow, steady gulps, letting the nectar down his dry throat, but not without darting his tongue out, caressing Mathias' soft lips and pointy fangs; he reciprocated with eagerness, entangling both tongues in languid strokes, mixing blood and venom in a heady concoction he could not get enough of.

In occasions such as these, he did not miss needing to breathe.

With Hector's disappointment, eventually he finished drinking all the blood, and Mathias straightened his back, face glowing with satisfaction. Privately, Hector missed his human eyes, that glistened like jades, but he was still utterly beautiful, more than the angels he used to pray to.

"Well, precious? Would you allow me to pamper you for longer?"

Mathias wiped some drops of blood that slipped out of Hector's mouth; he kissed the finger, and then he grasped the whole hand and planted more kisses on the back, because they might be no longer Lord and knight, but his husband still shivered in pleasure as if he were still human and Hector could ask for nothing more.

"As you wish, my love," he murmured against Mathias' fair skin. "We have enough time."

[kachimera]

Haha i finally finished one of the old requests >:3

For @beevean , Mactor hand kisses :3

Plus an extra lil sketch

[the-crow-binary]

@beevean and I were having fun with an AU where Mathias gets send to pre-cv3 castlevania and meets Hector BUT Dracula ends up turning Hector and then Hector elopes to LoI's era with Mathias and eventually what had to happen happen and they become vampire husbands + Joachim survived and stayed with them and became their lover too at some point

Anyway since we agree that Joachim is a snake... and Hector a wolf... and Mathias a bat... I got inspired. ❤️ (that wolf took me so long to draw. 😭)

Joachim wasn't going to eat him for real of course... or was he? 😏 (that bat was drawn without the use of a reference so I can't guaranty the quality of it's anatomy)

[monochromaticwriting]

Listen, I got inspired by this picture by @the-crow-binary, but also because @beevean left a prompt that I can only say, temporarily possessed me. So sorry it's short, and also, I apologize for how out of character Hector is. But I hope y'all still enjoy it 🩷.

Hector was in the trees, listening to the preachings of the man, just below him. He had no interest in the God for which this man was teaching, but he was interested in the man. Every word, every action, was held deep within Hector's mind, bouncing and buzzing like the Devil on his shoulder. Hector was quick to shush the Devil and refocus back on the man.

Father Mathias. A man who looked far too young to be a priest, though Hector knew better. He had been watching this priest for awhile, a part of him yearning for the man. A yearning to touch, to taste, to push and take and take and take. His Lord would be so proud of Hector now, for Hector lusting after a man, he'd never get even a chance to be with. That didn't matter now, whatever his Lord would be saying at this bitter irony was being pushed to the back of his mind.

Mathias' preachings were dwindling, signaling that they would be over soon. As soon as the last person left, so would Hector.

But not now. Hector was going to wait, wait until Father Mathias was alone. Then, then he'd come out of his hiding spot, revealing himself to the object to his wanton desire. Was this what his lord felt when around both he and Isaac? If so... Hector understood it better now. The need to take something holy, and break it, until no light is reflected from the shards.

Maybe Lord Dracula would allow him to take the priest back to the Castle with him. Maybe Lord Dracula would sit and watch as Hector tainted and stained Mathias' pure soul. Maybe his Lord was already watching him. Watching as Hector came out of his hiding spot. Watching as Hector walked closer and closer to the priest.

Hector's hands shook as he stood before the priest. There was a subtle fear in Mathias' eyes, along with a faint stutter in his voice. Would Lord Dracula be proud of the predator his boy became? Hector pushed forward, he needed to feel the soft flesh of the priest under his hands. He needed to tear the flesh and meat off him, and make his soul as dark as Hector's. Maybe then...

Maybe then Hector will feel like he deserved to take everything from Mathias. To take and take and take, until the man had nothing left than the corrupted soul in his body. Hector would own everything of Mathias. His body. His freedom. His soul. Maybe that was what caused Hector to push Mathias' face into the dirt and take.

He takes and takes and takes, and when Mathias is unconscious, he brings him to Dracula's Castle. Mathias would never be welcomed back into the world of man, nor would his God ever welcome him into the blessed lands. Leaving the man needing someone to lean on, leaving Mathias vulnerable. Hector would be the one Mathias leaned on. Hector would be the comfort Mathias sought in his God.

Hector would become his God, that he would be sure of.

[beevean]

38 Mactor...... 🥺

…because they’re running out of time.

He wasn't ready.

Count Dracula announced that he'd open the portal through time in a few hours with a satisfied smirk on his repulsive face. He couldn't wait to get rid of Mathias, and the feeling was heartily reciprocated.

He would go back to his Elisabetha and his Leon... but he was still not ready to leave the one thing that protected his sanity in the last few months.

Mathias paced back and forth in his room, pulling at his hair. His heart leaped in his throat when he heard the door creak; but, thankfully, it wasn't the odious vampire who had come to drag him away.

It was Hector, as splendid as always.

If anything, his heart hammered harder in his chest.

"You're finally about to return home, my Lord," he said, and he would have appeared cold and distant were it not for the twitches of his fingers on his sides. "How do you feel? Are you happ--"

Mathias grabbed Hector by the armor and pulled him into a scorching kiss, one that would leave a mark upon his lips for the rest of his existence. Hector reciprocated without a protest, deepened the kiss, they were a mess of lips and hair and hands and how could Mathias leave him behind? How could he pretend he had never met such a wonderful man? The months spent together had flown by as if they were days, and no no no no he was not ready to go back home alone!

"Come with me," he sobbed in Hector's shoulder, once they separated to breathe. He was warm, and safe, and God, when did he fall so hard for the most noble sinner in history?

Callused hands caressed his back. "You know I can't, my Lord."

"Please. You can't stay here. I'll... I'll find you an arrangement... you'll be my knight, you'll fight alongside my friend..."

"We will meet again."

At that declaration, Mathias lifted his head, crestfallen, to meet his lover's soft gaze. "Hector, please. You know I'll be long dead by the time we'll meet."

He could not have implied what he thought he had implied. To think...! That he will see Hector again in so many centuries, when his heard would have blackened and he would have turned into the most deplorable of monsters!

"No. I saw you in Lord Dracula's eyes, when he gave me life." Hector cupped his cheek, and what was Mathias to do, other than to hold it close to his face as well as holding those words to his heart? He prayed that Hector's theory was right, that part of his soul will live on. "You'll leave soon, my Lord. May we spend these few hours together?"

He didn't need to ask. This time, their kiss was less urgent, to be savored deep in their heart. He would leave soon, but that only meant he would sear the memory, feel and taste of the man he fell for into his soul.

[beevean]

Prompt: Hector and Mathias live with Rosaly now, and Mathias notice how the other two are growing closer to each other. :)

:)

It starts with a smile that lingers for a second too long.

Mathias knows how to read every twitch on a person's face. No one, human or not, has been able to hold secrets from him, the most renowned strategist in Europe.

And Hector does a poor job at hiding his interest in the young woman who is sheltering them.

Mathias can only hope to be more discreet than his knight, when his stomach knots at the sight.

It continues with fingers that brush against each other.

Mathias has no reason to doubt Hector, none at all. The kisses that he gifts him, the embraces that envelop him, the passion that flows from him when they're alone in their room and decorates Mathias' skin: they're the same as the day the knight pledged loyalty to him.

He's a pure man despite his sins, and Mathias would never love him any less.

But he used to be a knight in a hellish world of cruelty; surely he'd have learned how to masquerade to survive...? Perhaps he is only trying to protect his Lord's heart, the noble man that he is, but in reality his own already belongs to someone else...

Mathias grabs Hector for a kiss when Rosaly's back is turned, and allows his taste to wash off his impure thoughts.

It takes roots with a gentle tucking of Rosaly's hair behind her ear.

Hector shines in Rosaly's presence like the warm sun that bathes the small cottage. Mathias should be only happy for his beloved. God knows he deserves all the love he can receive, and if he has learned anything about Rosaly, is that she is brimming with love to give to anyone who needs it. She is the embodiment of Christendom, much more than those hypocrite philistines clad in white and gold infesting churches, and he can't help but respect her.

But Mathias is counting the days until she grows bolder and unbuttons Hector's collar, and notices the few small scars on his throat, and ask where they came from, so that he'd be honest with her and disgust her, young woman who only knows the Church and nothing about the Hell Mathias and Hector have lived through, and Hector would seek comfort into the arms of the only person who could understand the torment he had to suffer...

Then Mathias remembers the scars on Hector's back and thighs, depraved and deplorable warnings to people like Mathias who would dare to love Hector. He's playing Dracula's game. His own game.

He throws up in his mouth, and runs to check his own reflection in the mirror, to make sure he still has one.

It blossoms with a peck on the cheek, before Rosaly dashes out of the room with a poorly concealed giggle.

"Ah, my Lord," Hector stammers, rubbing where Rosaly declared her intentions. "You're not... I mean, you are not angry, are you? Please understand, you are still my Lord and nothing will change that..."

"Yes, I understand," Mathias says, stretching his mouth into a smile and holding his beloved's hand. "Don't worry about me. I'm not the Count. By all means, if you are growing... fond of Rosaly, you are free to pursue her. Rest assured that she fancies you, and I've never been wrong about people so far."

Then, hammering the stake in his heart, he adds:

"You look good together."

[the-crow-binary]

Lil prompty: Vampire Hector and Vampire Mathias being cute husbands together :) perhaps involving Hector's new wings? Either a drawing or a short written piece, depending on your inspiration :P

Sorry for the lack of wings. Hopefully Hector being a daddy will make up for that. :3