Ship: Lambden (werewolf!Lambert/ Trans Vampire!Aiden)
Summary: Two rivals turned lovers meet in dark corridors at a masquerade ball
CW: blood/blood drinking, biting, blowjobs, semi public sex, sex magic, vaginal fingering
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Lambert groaned, his head hitting the stone wall behind him as his fingers threaded through the long black curls of the vampire that was kneeling between his legs. Sharp talons cut into the tender flesh of his thigh, and before the blood could run onto the black fabric of his trousers, Aiden’s tongue flicked out and licked up the droplet, the wound closing under his touch. Aiden moaned, teeth sinking into the freshly healed skin, more venom pumping into Lambert’s veins and causing his body to burn. The heat of arousal was making his head spin, dizzy and hazy, the faint music of the ball fading away.
The centurial masquerade ball, to mark the renewal of the peace treaty between the werewolves and the vampires. The treaty didn’t allow relations between the two species, which led to Lambert and Aiden making out in hidden corridors, broom closets, secret passages. Still, it was better than forest floors and shitty taverns.
Anything was better than that, and Aiden looked completely sinful in his formal wear, a gorgeous red silk mask with black lace covering half his face. Lambert’s own mask resembled a wolf, most of his pack’s did, despite the fact the masks were meant to hide who were vampires and who were wolves.
Lambert thought it was a load of bollocks, the eyes always gave it away anyway.
Aiden’s sanguine eyes peered up at him through long lashes, Lambert’s blood smeared across his lips, fangs shining in the candlelight.
“Fuck, you’re so gorgeous,” Lambert breathed as his boyfriend purred, nuzzling Lambert’s hard cock through his smallclothes.
“Hmm, you taste so good,” Aiden mewled, drunk off the blood he’d already drawn. “The elders don’t know shit.”
Before he could shoot back a retort, Aiden had sunk his fangs into Lambert’s other thigh, another swirling rush of pleasure racing through his body, as he bucked against the vampire with a choked moan, his poor cock desperate and aching. The vampire venom was addictive, the magic creating some of the most powerful orgasms that Lambert had ever experienced, mind blowing and electric, leaving him boneless like putty in his lover's arms. But it turned out werewolf blood had a similar effect on vampires. Neither of them could turn the other, so Lambert suspected it was a defence mechanism, leaving them both vulnerable and unable to attack.
It worked out for the best in Lambert’s opinion.
“Just fucking get on with it,” Lambert moaned, yanking at his boyfriend’s hair, guiding him closer to his dick.
“Patience, mutt,” Aiden purred, still licking the mess of blood from Lambert’s thighs, ignoring Lambert’s protesting groans.
His body was on fire, his heart racing in his chest, and he wanted nothing more than to watch Aiden’s talented mouth wrap around his cock, but the vampire seemed intent on torturing him, littering Lambert’s skin with bite marks rather than giving him what he wanted, and yet with every bite Lambert could feel the pleasure build, his skin tingling, a heat pooling at his core, and yet unable to cum. It wasn’t enough. It was never quite enough, not without a touch to his cock, or fingers brushing against his prostate, and the bastard knew it.
“Fuck,” he whined, feeling his skin prickle, an itch under the surface, the wolf trying to break free, howling to get out, to run wild under the moon, a familiar bat flying by his side. “Aiden, please.”
Aiden’s returning laughter was giddy and slurred in drunken merriment, but he finally took pity on Lambert, a long nail hooking under the the top of his smallclothes, slowly dragging them off until his cock was free, hard and leaking.
“Hmm, so pretty,” Aiden hummed, his tongue flicking out to lick the tip, making Lambert shiver under the touch.
Lambert let out a growl as Aiden’s fingers wrapped around the knot at the base of his cock, taking just the head into his mouth, licking the slit as he massaged the knot. It was almost too much, and Lambert’s hands tugged hard at the mess of raven black curls, animalistic snarls escaping his lips as he barely resisting fucking into Aiden’s mouth.
He’d made that mistake once before, not giving Aiden time to retract his fangs, and whilst the venom had turned the pain to pleasure in an instant, the shock had been enough to cut through the haze, his cock softening in his vampire's mouth.
Instead, a guttural growl tore from the throat, and he had to bite his own lip in a desperate attempt to keep control, his own teeth now sharp and wolf-like.
“A-Aiden,” he stammered, but the vampire just hummed around his cock, before taking it deeper into his mouth, unnaturally cold against his skin. “Ah, shit!”
The vampire was enjoying it far too much, moaning as if he were the one being eaten out or fucked against the wall. Every sound vibrated around Lambert’s cock, until it got too much and sparks flew across his vision. He bucked up, thrusting deep into Aiden’s mouth as he came, his knot pressing against the vampire’s lips, encased tightly in his hands. Cum escaped Aiden’s lips as he pulled away, spit and spend dribbling down his chin. His eyes were dark, hungry, and, faster than lightning, his lips crashed against Lambert's, their bodies suddenly flushed together.
Lambert could taste his cum on Aiden’s lips, the tang of his blood, but he still couldn’t get enough of Aiden, returning the kiss as best as he could, a mess of tongues, panting into each other’s mouths.
“Fuck me,” Aiden purred, fangs scraping along Lambert’s jaw.
Gods, it was a tempting proposition, but he wasn’t sure he could, too soon after spilling down Aiden’s throat. “I just came,” he whined.
In response, Aiden just bit down on the skin just below Lambert’s ear, another flood of the sweet sweet venom releasing into his veins, and his cock twitched under Aiden’s fingers. He let out a low growl, flipping them so that Aiden’s back was pressed against the wall, his hands eagerly pulling at the lace in the front of Aiden’s trousers, and when his fingers slipped into the wet folds, he couldn’t help but moan.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” he murmured against Aiden’s lips.
“And it’s all for you, darling, so hurry up and fuck me. They’ll come looking for us soon,” Aiden pouted, the effect ruined by the blood dripping from his fangs, but it didn’t matter.
Lambert didn’t need to be asked twice, and he crashed their lips together in a heated kiss.
