and my heart is a hollow plain

I was looking for a breath of life, A little touch of heavenly light, But all the choirs in my head sang no...

[napoleonriot]

The whine borders below masculinity as Jonas's teeth sink into his skin. There will be a mark there in the thick skin of the young man's hide, lavished as it is shortly after by Jonas' lips. The juxtaposition between the sharpness of the bite and the praise of the draegloth's tongue sent a chill down his spine. Napoleon's fingers curled possessively around the daemon's biceps as the other held him in an unshakeable vice. He isn't used to this, and any onlooker would know that this was painfully obvious; the volatile was at the summit of the lycan food chain; he'd never been made to feel powerless to under, anyone. The Valter surname was synonymous with strength; was this some other cause? Then Napoleon would've made a show of sinking his teeth into this chest beneath him and tearing out that vital, beating organ. Hot-blooded and still pumping, he'd chew it between his maw and laugh at the carcass the visceral beast would leave behind. Jonas was a different breed, a lover and a temptation, someone with the power he held over him that Napoleon also intrinsically possessed. Even this was all by design. So instead when Napoleon bit, it was in time with Jonas' grip across his backside, his teeth sank into the other's collar as his nails bit hard enough to break the upper layer of dermis. Napoleon was still new to this, but this torture was unbearable, so when his bite found Jonas's jaw, he muttered something completely pitiful. "Please?"

[xjonasx]

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Jonas truly needed to occupy that space in Napoleon's mind that designated him special. He was an anomaly the volatile couldn't quantify as easily as others, which was an important status Jonas needed to maintain. He wasn't a fool and knew the score. Napoleon was in charge and—given the intensity of his feelings—Jonas didn't know if he'd fight back or lie there should the volatile ever hunger enough for his heart to take it. So until that happened, he would take what little he could claim. That was the Valter way, wasn't it? "Harder. Beg harder," he demanded, knowing that in the scenario giving Napoleon any slack was the wrong move. If Jonas truly wanted to chip away at that charming entitlement to reduce the other to the type of pitiful mewling that was quite frankly beneath him, then he'd have to be relentless. Jonas growls to convey his seriousness, kneading one of Napoleon's ass cheeks rather roughly before shifting his hand to get a better grip. With flesh from each pinched between his fingers, Jonas could apply pressure with his middle finger right at the threshold of the volatile's hole. A feral impulse nearly has him abandoning the game to sink in, but the pad of his fingertip only barely pushes passed the rim. "Bite and claw all you want, I'm not giving you a damn thing until I'm satisfied. Beg for me like your life depends on it." In a move to show just how confident he feels, Jonas releases Napoleon's arm and instead reaches to clutch his beautifully dyed hair, twisting his head to provide enough flesh to languish. Unable to help himself, wolfish fangs sprouted to brush Napoleon's skin wherever Jonas selfishly tasted.

[napoleonriot]

Napoleon's tongue tangled with Jonas's as the draegloth united their mouths. From his perch on the bar, the volatile had to bend towards Jonas, though the kiss was more of a smile than any torrid exchange. Napoleon grinned almost ear to ear before the shots were slid along the bar towards them. "One for you," Napoleon said as he passed one off to Jonas, "one for me." Napoleon downed it without much of a second thought; the third was predictable. "One for the good sport." His hand closed on Carmine's shoulder, his grip a bit tight but still playful as he pulled him in and turned the lycan around so he could face Jonas. Napoleon's green eyes sparkled under the torrent of the neons, his forearm moved across Carmine's chest, and the shot came to the other volatile's lips. Napoleon just looked at Jonas, though; mischief oozed off of him; this was what the lycan lived for. Carmine sandwiched between them; this was how it should always be. Shots emptied on the bar, Napoleon kept his hands on Carmine, one across his chest, the other over his abdomen. Affectionate and possessive all at once. "What's that make? Three? That's not enough, is it?" Words were spoken against the curve of Carmine's neck, though he had kept his green eyes fixed on Jonas until now. Now they clicked towards the edge of Carmine's jaw, "Especially since it's Christmas."

@carmineverga

[carmineverga]

Carmine often thrived at being some petulant spoil sport, a defiant edge as though he'd deny the mutual enjoyment which came from their shared indulgence. It never took long for the Malice to buckle in the face of Napoleon and Jonas, but he understood, plainly, that a little bite was often what the two also savored. Practically weightless, Carmine was playfully and raucously pushed and pulled between the two, once entangled possessively before Jonas, Napoleon immediately shifted the edge of power further away from Carmine as the volatile was positioned between the two. Before he could utter some empty complaint, the shot was tipped to his lips and Carmine tilted his head bag, shaggy hair brushing across Napoleon's cheekbones as the liquor went down his throat. A soured face was the only result, but it transitioned to a toying grin as though Carmine could best the two he adored the most, a willing prey before them, "I thought you already gave me my gift, Napoleon." Words held a biting edge as though that would triumph for the Malice, a lazy grin produced as his shoulders rolled into a soft shrug. "You're very giving this Christmas."

@xjonasx

[xjonasx]

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"He reminds me all the time that he's not fragile. Carmine doesn't need to be coddled, so no point holding back." Jonas was not like them at all. He wasn't raised around liquor and even now barely partook. Despite this, he downed Napoleon's shot like it was the elixir of life. Wherever they went, he went. Whatever they did, he did. He'd be nothing but a miserable hunk of flesh if not for the way they looked at him, and his rapidly pounding heart was all theirs. The taste of Napoleon's lips made the shot go down smooth, and forcing his mouth over the smaller volatile's gave him an excellent Carmine chaser. "If he is giving, you should take what you can. You're good at that, right?" he quips, letting his hand curl in Carmine's locks as he leans past him to give Napoleon a sloppy kiss. When Jonas pulls back, he's quick to begin dressing the flesh on the other side of Carmine's jaw, kissing him hungrily while already tugging at his clothes. "Tell him you're in the mood to take what you deserve. Tell him three isn't enough." Jonas' words were undoubtedly a demand. Not normally this pushy, participating in this game clearly had him riled up. There was no space between him and Carmine plus he was tugging Napoleon's jeans to force him closer too, but Jonas' real tell was his crotch against Carmine's thigh. His holiday pants were flimsy and wouldn't be able to hide how he was clearly imagining dispensing knots to both of them all night long.

@napoleonriot

[carmineverga]

Carmine never appreciated being called out, no matter how often Jonas, and Napoleon, could effortlessly read the Malice. A scowl almost fell from his lips, but they cracked, instead, into an eerie smile at Jonas' subtle permission to do as he pleased; not that Carmine needed the push. He'd attempted, in some lengths, to go under the radar; no maiming in Rome, but what was one night under the disguise of a vampire party? It only served to inflame this silent war of vampires and lycans, something Carmine would be happy to oblige in. "When did you become my bodyguard?" Venomously jested, that empty smile cracked further as though imbued with a sliver of fondness for the draegloth. Carmine turned to face Jonas completely, this wall of muscle that would serve to hopefully drown his mind away from the vampires that swarmed every corner and crevice of the castle, "I think a hunt is just what I need, come on." Carmine walked backwards to pull the other into the amassed throng of people.

[xjonasx]

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Jonas was undoubtedly bigger and stronger than Carmine, but damn did he feel weak around the volatile. Especially when he smiled like that. He was vicious and cruel, so Jonas was completely at his mercy. Being a two-bit bodyguard was the best he could offer, not that Carmine actually needed his protection. However, Jonas already competed enough with Napoleon to have his scent linger longer on the other and he held no desire to let anyone else throw their hat in that ring. "The moment I decided I won't let you out of my sight," he responds, following along because what else would he do? Starved for touch, Jonas was quick to keep the distance between them minimal, relishing how their body heats melded together. "Vampires, lycans, doesn't matter to me. Whatever you want. Let's hunt" Because, if someone took issue or wanted retaliation, they'd have to go through Jonas, a fact evidenced by the red glow of his eyes.

[stunningmalecelebs]

[senatushq]

NAME. Jonas Olander AGE & BIRTH DATE. 25 & June 7th, 1998 GENDER & PRONOUNS. Male & He/Him SPECIES. Daemonfey ( Draegloth ) OCCUPATION. Unemployed FACE CLAIM. Rainer Dawn

biography

( tw: self harm, attempted suicide, violence, blood ) Even in the modern era, Jonas was brought up in the ways of old his born pack upheld as sacred. Outsiders weren’t allowed for turned lycans or those from diluted bloodlines were inferior. The Olanders were part of a noble and ancient heritage that stretched back to the first Tiber alpha. It had been many generations since his pack had splintered off, but the stories kept the connection alive and burning in Jonas’ heart. He memorized the tales of his prominent forbearers, adopted the customs passed down on him, and found his natural place within pack hierarchy. For weeks they lived within a community, preparing for the four nights the moon they worshipped granted them their true strength. Moon after moon, shift after shift, Jonas became over the years what he was raised to be: a true lycan coexisting with the natural world. Every hunt was a tribute, every howl was a reminder of his heritage. He was proud to be born as he was and happy to serve his pack until the day he died.

However, no pack was above the laws of the wild. Shifting dynamics across the globe caused lycans everywhere to consolidate power. The rise of the Lupo led to an influx in Rome-bound pilgrimages, but the Olanders chose to turn their ears away from the howls. Thrive or perish, that was nature’s way, so a pack that operated on old, isolationist policies would have to pray their old-world strength was enough to combat an onslaught. A distant pack came, eager to usurp Jonas’ alpha and consolidate his pack into something else entirely. His outrage at the initial attack was shared amongst all the lycans of his family. The idea of their noble heritage being tainted by outsiders infuriated them. Still, his first field of battle was where he finally learned that conviction alone was not enough to protect what was cherished.

It was a brutal war and Jonas watched countless faces of those he’d known his entire life cut down before his eyes as he fought. His pack and livelihood were burning around him, forcing him to acknowledge the promises of greatness that had filled his head from birth as lies. The pleading prayers of his dying family were like a curse to his ears. Jonas couldn’t bear it, the sonata of failure shattering across the battlefield his spirit allowing something much darker to sprout in its place. Jonas rejected the death encroaching on his broken body and bit into the heart of the injured packmate clinging to life next to him. Then he did it again, and again, over and over until he devoured any trace of weakness the Olander pack exhibited in their defeat. He rose on his hackles, empowered by the fallen he absorbed despite how doing so disconnected him from the traditions he’d upheld and fought back. The assailants were ill-prepared for a sudden volatile and Jonas managed to slash through scores of enemy lycans before he was brought down, but he was eventually brought down. That was to be it for him, disgracing himself in the name of revenge only to die battered and alone. He cursed his fate, and himself, which made him prime real estate for the dark promise that whispered in his ear. Jonas had only wanted to protect his pack and he gave up his soul in the process, but it was all a waste. Why should he let that be his end though? He rejected death once, so why not again?

Jonas didn’t want to die, that’s all he wanted. But it was a bargain made under the most desperate of circumstances because his first coherent thought on the other side of the agony he endured was how he wished he’d gone out with the rest of his pack. The creature he’d allowed himself to become was vile, disgusting, and so far removed from lycanthropy that his own reflection made him wretch, even when he wasn’t in shifted form. He hated what he had become and hated himself for letting it happen, but there was no way out or through. Jonas had tried to find an out on his own more than a few times, but he traded his soul for power. The kind of power that was not so easily destroyed.

Jonas found salvation at his lowest point at the bottom of a pool of blood. Some of it was whatever unlucky creature he tore to ribbons, some was his own trickling down his flesh after hours of gouging at his immortal hide. He was a mess and that was his pattern, but one flash of an impish smile bearing down on him and Jonas lost the urge entirely. He had nothing, and then out of the blue, he had everything. He was a complete stranger to comfort and opulence. He knew he didn’t deserve an ounce of contentment after disgracing his bloodline. Jonas was prepared to live out the rest of his days in loneliness while he repented for giving himself to darkness. But alongside Napoleon and Carmine he could pretend at the very least. They were alike enough, and they were his pack. Plus, when they smiled Jonas found it hard to hate himself. He would never regain what he’d lost no matter how hard he tried, but maybe if he could keep this new pack of his safe then perhaps one day he’d stop regretting his rejection of death’s hand.

personality

+ uninhibited, pensive, consistent – stubborn, self-loathing, merciless

played by zen. est. he/him.

[napoleonriot]

Napoleon was so many things: hedonistic, debaucherous, spoiled, violent, impulsive, and more. Powerless was not one of them, though. The volatile was a wild, free thing. Where every other lycan was a person who turned into a wolf, Napoleon had come yelping into this world under the light of the full moon. He was a wolf who turned into a boy and as Jonas seemed to almost effortlessly pin his wrists behind him, Napoleon's green eyes flickered to a pale gray as his brow furrowed. Reflex and habit had him struggling, his cock already hard as Jonas held him in place. "I let you into my home, into my life," Napoleon growled; the air between their mouths warmed as the two breathed into the space between them. Jonas was a furnace that burned beneath him, half lycan, half hellfire, and yet neither of those things. "you expect me to beg?" Napoleon showed his teeth, bright whites, and sharp canines that caught the shafts of afternoon light that streamed through the large windows. His smile was unnatural, like a wolf grinning under broad daylight. "I don't think I even know how." Another challenge that was lined with a definitive truth, what Napoleon didn't just take, he only had to ask for. Never more than twice. "Teach me."

[xjonasx]

ψæψ

Power and control fit Napoleon like a glove. He was simply born better. At least that's how Jonas saw things. The draegloth was utterly seduced, almost drunk off the other in a way. His attachment to the smiling faces who found him clawing at his own skin was staggering even in retrospect. He was not someone who could be possessed, yet Jonas craved him regardless. "Yes. I. Do," Jonas responds, his voice half snarl half growl. That's the most important thing he's learned from Napoleon, that he has the right to live how he wants and take what he desires from the world. Within the bounds of this heated space they shared, Jonas didn't have to shirk from who he was. At that moment, he was a man who needed the one on top of him vocalizing his desperation. "Pick me apart like you always do. Hone in on the parts of me you want, then ask. Boss me around and I'll deny you." And just to make his offer that much more appealing, Jonas cranes his neck past Napoleon's wolfish sneer to bite him at the crook of his neck. A growl emanated soon after, leading the delicate kisses around the marked area. Determined to force their position, he chuckled as he felt Napoleon struggle against the hold. "The more you fight, the more I'll make you beg before giving you what you want," Jonas rumbles as he boldly slips his hand down the volatile's jeans. There's a cocky quality to his grin as he guides Napoleon by his ass to move, making their hardened crotches rub against one another. "I'm patient. You're not. Beg or you'll suffer."

[napoleonriot]

Napoleon's ears were burning, cheeks flushed and cherry red, Napoleon all but bounded towards them as he slung his arms around the two lycans. Well, the lycan and the daemon. "If it isn't my two favourite people," he pressed liquor-wet lips onto Carmine's cheek and then the same set upon Jonas' before he slipped between them to hop onto the bar so he could sit and face the two of them. The pounding music and the flashing lights, these were the nights that Napoleon lived for. He traded a look from Jonas to Carmine, "Carmine, since you lost our little bet we have to discuss terms." Bad form entering a bet with the Riot when there was no clear debt outlined, Napoleon was liable to ask for just about anything. "Jonas, what do you think I should get?" He reached over the bar with a languid ease as he stretched and grabbed a bottle of - whiskey? - and three shot glasses.

@carmineverga

[carmineverga]

Carmine understood the game, had once bested the game when venturing into Valter territory but it was only because he'd engaged the Riot's attention; something not many could stake a claim on. The Malice found himself testing and pressing upon boundaries often, trivial games that resounded in impish consequences; Carmine never minded playing with fire where Napoleon and Jonas were concerned. Peppered between their violence and bloodshed, there was this mutual resonance that each would kill for each other. Carmine's caged between the draegloth's arms, grinning as though he were the predator and not the prey, "Sometimes I get lucky." As it was uttered, Napoleon made himself raucously known, slipping between them and slinging his arms around Jonas and the Malice. "I see that the punishment is letting Jonas choose," a teasing bite resonated in his tone as Carmine looked between draegloth and volatile, curious as to what the Dominated could concoct.

@xjonasx

[xjonasx]

ψæψ

The best way to play one of Napoleon's games was to be in it for yourself. Jonas learned that quickly because it was exactly what Napoleon did. Vicious and indulgent was their way, a life of hedonism was meant to be enjoyed. They were the only place in the world left where Jonas could feel normal, which was why he knew exactly how to enjoy both his boys. "Next time, make smarter bets," he teases, chuckling as he lets his tongue roll over Carmine's until they kiss. It may have been the last bit of tenderness he gave though, because his idea was one that was clearly selfish in nature. Jonas pulls away to lean over and let his hand snake up Napoleon's body straight to his adorable head of hair. He was learning quickly how to take. "Give him a number," he says plainly to Napoleon, though his smirk was quite wicked. "That's how many knots Carmine has to take. You and I will have to work together to get him there though. However long it takes, it's a party."

@napoleonriot

[carmineverga]

It was what Carmine adored the most about Jonas and Napoleon; their possessiveness was on the same page, it radiated under the ideal of touch. The Malice had ensured the Riot came to this party on a clean slate, it was likely the only reason Napoleon wasn't currently draped upon Carmine's other shoulder, but the volatile was certain the other volatile would slip out of the mess of writhing vampires and thralls and make his presence known. It was an opulent party which dripped with blood but the sight of each vampire, untouchable under the Dracul's roof, only incensed the Malice, his jaw tensed. He attempted to fall mercy to Jonas' attention, grinning lazily at the request, "I knew what I was walking in to, but it's hardly made it any easier," this itch to tear through the crowd as though each vampire within this castle was personally responsible for why Carmine was the way he was. Dull and empty eyes peered up at Jonas, though there was a flicker of fondness that spliced through, "You're getting good at being a nice distraction, though," his arms hooked around Jonas, lithe body leaning into the more muscular of the two of them, enveloped in Jonas' warmth.

[xjonasx]

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No matter what, Carmine was leaving this party smelling of Jonas and no other. Napoleon wouldn't be able to try and take the accolade from him anyway, because Jonas would just make both his volatiles drip with his scent tonight. Problem solved, but he'd have to finish up Carmine first. "Yeah, you're wound up tight," he pointed out bluntly, sensing Carmine's tension the moment they locked into an embrace. "Maybe there'll be someone to hunt. I came, so no need to be careful." Jonas didn't care about rules or politics. Anyone who laid a hand on his boys was dead, no discussion. "I got your back, but I'm still not going to let anyone talk to you." Where their skin touched felt hot as fire but burned in a good way. Carmine's warmth was distinctly different from Napoleon's, but he craved it just as much. Jonas pulled Carmine even tighter into his body, growling from the sensation. "That's right, I'm the best distraction. Give me all your attention."

[napoleonriot]

If Napoleon was so pampered then the solution really seemed obvious to him, why deny him the lifestyle that he'd been accustomed to? How cruel and inappropriate, he wouldn't stand for it, absolutely not. "Then spoil me." Since Napoleon was so greedy and debauched then it only made sense to feed his nature further, was this not why they'd fallen into bed with one another? "You make me ask. Make me beg. Demand." His head turned into the other's touch, fond of physical forms of affirmation in all their many, varied forms. Strong hands curled over the other's shoulders as an exertion of force suddenly pushed Jonas back flat onto his back as Napoleon stayed upright and sat upon him. Green eyes lightened to a supernatural grayas the lycan's strength momentarily rippled under his features, a demonstration of his control as it stepped forward then effortlessly rolled back. "You can have whatever you want if you're strong enough to take it." A challenge, a promise, and a warning all at once; his things always used to break so easily, that's what he liked about Carmine, he was resistant, and that's what he adored about Jonas, he was strong.

[xjonasx]

ψæψ

Jonas was helpless, forced to feel valued because Napoleon's expression told him that he had something to give. Slammed back to earth, he actually had the wind knocked out of him. Jonas was stunned for a moment, looking dazed up at Napoleon as he grew harder in his pants with each pound of his racing heart. Have more feel more Mind reeling, Jonas gently ran his hands up the volatiles searing hot forearms. "I want you, so I'll take you. And even though you can't stop me, you'll beg for it, won't you?" His grin stretches wide as he harshly grips Napoleon's wrists, yanking them away so his spoiled packmate slams down into his chest first. The impact makes him groan, but in the pursuit of Napoleon's body any contact is good contact. Jonas' arm veins pop as he pushes both wrists slowly together at the small of Napoleon's back, gripping them in one hand. His grin was wide and his eyes glowed red, but what he really wanted more than to enjoy breathing the same air as Napoleon with their faces so close was the sensation of his trapped hardon baked between their immense body heats. "Start now. You'll stay right on top of me until you do it right," Jonas growls, rolling his hips as his free hand runs tenderly around Napoleon's neck.

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[carmineverga]

a starter for @xjonasx, location: i love a good balcony party scene

"Color me surprised that you showed up," it's somewhat playful as the volatile turns on his heel at the maddening presence that Jonas wrought whenever the draegloth lingered near. It frayed Carmine into some strange bundle of nerves; where once Napoleon and he scrapped and the Malice was nearly defeated, even that had not struck such inquietude within him. A grin pulled loosely at his lips as he flicked the cigarette over the edge of this damned gothically depressing castle, "We had a bet," referencing the Riot, "Guess I lost."

[xjonasx]

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"Well, that was your first mistake, wasn't it? Gambling with Napoleon." Napoleon wanted him at the party, Jonas resisted some but eventually gave in. The interaction itself wasn't anything out of the ordinary, the the outcome did give Jonas a little laugh. It seemed he learned the rules faster than Carmine. "He rigged the game, I only came because he insisted. If I had my way I'd still be at the house so don't feel too bad," he says, caging the volatile against the balcony with his arms braced on either side.

@napoleonriot

[carmineverga]

Carmine was never much of a conversationalist, but he mingled and lingered and as the night went on the Malice swore he tasted blood within the copious amount of alcohol funneled down his throat. Whatever, he was comfortable now as his mind swam and a familiar arm inevitably slung around his shoulder, casually possessive. Jonas had his moments, things which bordered affection but went parallel with some violent impulse; in some element, Carmine tried to understand but now, perfectly buzzed to not allow himself to go completely aggro on these vampires, the Malice leaned into the way Jonas practically nuzzled his face into Carmine's unruly hair. Despite the way his head tilted back and his body slouched into Jonas' rock solid frame, Carmine's words betrayed him as a brackish laugh fell from his lips, "What are you doing?"

[xjonasx]

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This close, Jonas could unmistakably make out the liquor on Carmine's breath. Not so much Napoleon, which meant both volatiles were enjoying their individual prowls tonight. Jonas may have tagged along, but this outcome was favorable given his current mood. He'd be able to scent Carmine up without competition. "Just having fun. It's a party." He was dragged here, practically against his will, so the least Carmine and Napoleon could do was offer up a little comfort. This was his first major outing from the Valter estate since they arrived. "You should keep me warm. I don't have a top on," he said as if he weren't radiating enough heat for the both of them. But Jonas would've said anything to wrap himself around Carmine. His chest rumbles gently as he continues to stroke his cheeks atop the other's head. The arm wrapped around Carmine's shoulders bends so that Jonas can stroke at the other's collarbone too. "Besides, without me you'll keep getting bothered."

[napoleonriot]

Life truly couldn't get any better than this, he thought that he'd grow restless so far from the forests of home but this was an entirely new hunting ground. Where they could run and fuck and play and do whatever it was that they pleased. Maybe Napoleon would fight at Lupercal, the last alpha had been a volatile, so why not the next one too? He'd convince Carmine to compete as well, though if only so that he could pin him down in the earlier rounds.

"There you are." Affectionately spoken through the air between them, it wasn't just Jonas' eyes that changed but there were sudden rivets of alteration throughout his body. That spike in adrenaline, that quick flutter of his heart, that thrust of blood that pushed ferociously through his veins. Napoleon had been born under a full moon, he'd been a lycan first before he was a boy and he could smell ever pheromone that wafted off of Jonas. So... Different from everything that Napoleon had ever known before that it was impossible for him not to notice, and absolutely impossible for the volatile to not become obsessed. He liked unique things and he liked beautiful things and Jonas was both of those things and then so much more. Jonas' grip was possessive and strong, like a vice had suddenly closed around Napoleon's waist, in that he felt secured in a way. Safety wasn't something that Napoleon ever felt he was absent, but there was just something inherently about a warm, hard body beneath him. "For now, until I think of something else I want from you."

[xjonasx]

ψæψ

With their faces mere breadths from each other, Jonas could see the look in Napoleon's eyes clearly. It was no different than the usual, but the proximity made it that much more paralyzing. He was being picked apart, broken down, and played with like a toy in those eyes, and he loved every second of it. That skin-crawling sensation must've been what prey felt like. Jonas was the stronger of the two but was completely at Napoleon's mercy.

"Spoiled," Jonas spat, though with no hint of malice or judgment. He spoke with pure aggression fueled by the tension brewing between them. It was impossible for Jonas to ever really get pissed at Napoleon's sense of entitlement because that very quality was beginning to rub off on him. When he gave himself permission to exist on equal ground in this house, he too could take what he wanted. "You're greedy too. You're not the only one who wants things." His challenge comes with a tender stroke of the other's pink hair. Jonas liked it a lot. Slowly, his hand slid back through Napoleon's locks until his fingers were at the nape of the volatile's neck. They constrict, pulling him even closer, inhaling deeply and practically getting high off Napoleon's wild scent. "You don't get to climb on top of me for nothing," he groans, taking what was his by way of pressing his lips to the other's jaw. His kiss is tentative, at first, but as one hand curls into Napoleon's hair and the other squeezes even tighter at his waste, Jonas' veracity rears his head. Before he knows it, his kisses begin to leave a sloppy shine behind when his lips move to a new patch of skin. At that moment, the need to taste every inch of Napoleon was all-consuming. "We'll see if you feel bold enough to boss me around when you smell like mine."

[xjonasx]

who?: @carmineverga where?: the castle for hakanalia

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There were too many new sounds and scents in the vampire's castle for his liking, but those weren't the primary sources of Jonas' sour mood. Parties were just loud, overstimulating, excuses for others to encroach on what was his apparently, all under the guise of "mingling". That stranger had no business talking to Carmine as far as he was concerned. Yeah, it may have been an asshole move but Jonas still stepped up, slipped his bare arm tight around Carmine's shoulders, and let his eyes give off a red glow. "This chat is over. You're done. Bye," he informs the other with a low, rumbling growl. Unsure of what's gotten into him, he chooses to roll with the impulse rather than stop it which means ensuring his scent covers every inch of Carmine's body. Maybe if he made the other pungent enough, no one else would approach him for the rest of the night. "What a fucking idiot. Happy to save you. Always," he said as he rubbed his cheek against Carmine's head.

[napoleonriot]

"You can take the floor at the foot of it then." Chiding as ever, convenience was more his aim but if he could soften the other's bones enough to sink into his bed with him then Napoleon wouldn't say no. He'd grown up spoiled and he very much liked to have his things close by when he wanted to pick them up and play with them. Carmine was proof of that. "Well, if the mountain won't come to Muhammad." Napoleon sank abruptly onto Jonas' waist. Between his thighs he could feel the warmth that radiated off of the draegloth, the daemonfey that was now more fire than lycan - if he was to be called a lycan at all. It was the volatile's own sick fascination to wonder what power might come from the organ that beat within Jonas' breast. Napoleon could hear it, steady, thoughtful, and thrumming. More of the Valter's good fortune that he'd been born with a silver spoon but was absent any real greed or hunger for power; he was young and he already had everything he could ever want. Money, strength - he splayed his hands against Jonas' chest and pushed him haughtily back down to the hard floor that the daemon was so fond of.

"See, this is why it's unfair: you're greedy, stingy even. Keeping this to yourself while I'm shut out in the cold. Another tut but whatever force the volatile was exerting subsided as Napoleon splayed his body across the other's, more like a lizard on a hot rock digesting his food than a dog - or maybe a cat desperate to get warm. Though the absence of his body heat had been the furthest thing from the truth, Napoleon like any lycan radiated heat - perhaps in moments like these more than any other. "Run through every room of this house if you want, I'll still chase you down." If Jonas didn't know it by now, he'd have to learn: there was no escaping a Valter.

[xjonasx]

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Jonas was unaware his chest could seize the way it did as Napoleon dropped down on him. As if the air had been plucked out of his lungs, he momentarily forgot how to breathe. Entranced, he couldn't even growl with how stunned he was. Jonas could only fall back, pinned—not by Napoleon's weight or strength, but his very presence. His eyes, every muscle quirk, even his closeness made Jonas feel paralyzed beneath him. But it was the contact his hot skin that finally made Jonas gasp.

Smell good feel good He was still leveling out internally. Sometimes his mind snapped and his thoughts went primal, base instinct only. Feel good feel more have White sheets wrinkled beneath his clenching fists as his eyes glowed red. Was he getting hotter or was Napoleon? He couldn't tell, not when his perception halted beyond the volatile's body. Have have feel more have "Dammit." Jonas blinks confused as his lip uncurls out of a silent snarl. His body was flushed with such intense impulses that he nearly failed to recognize his own reaction: frustration. Because he'd clearly been defeated. "Okay then, I've been greedy," he finally says. "So I'll sleep where you do. Happy?" Jonas' gruff tone can easily be attributed to his frustration in every sense of the word. Napoleon would always have his way, but Jonas was just as much of a beast. His intense grasp of the billowing sheets sprung right to Napoleon's waist before relaxing some. Jonas just wanted them to be closer, there was no need for wasted space. "I am. Happy. With this."

[fuckyeahbroski]

RAINER DAWN | 8.23.23

[napoleonriot]

"Well.." Napoleon started as he pushed open the windows and started to climb through, hooking a leg over the edge as he straddled it before he stumbled fully inside. The door was- somewhere, elsewhere. He was still learning his way around, sue him. It was weirdly cold for Italy, so Napoleon closed the window behind him as he followed the sound of Jonas' voice. "when I said that I assumed you'd be in bed with me, not on the floor." Not that the floor was a bad place to be, all things considered the person who was draped across it with little more than a sheet made it look inviting. Comfortable. "On the other side of the house."

Napoleon navigated the forest of drapings, spying the man strewn about through the lines of fabric as they shifted in the warm light of the afternoon. "You can imagine my disappointment waking up alone in this big house, it's so cold outside too." He complained but he'd been falling asleep face down on the forest floor most of his life. "It's mean, Jonas. Downright cruel." Napoleon stood above the other's frame at last, "But you're right, a promise is a promise and now I also have to convince you to move your little... Habitat closer to mine. Guess I have my work cut out for me."

[xjonasx]

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"So you'd be leaving me in peace if I was warming your bed?" Jonas questioned as he settled back flat on the floor. He wasn't surprised his nap was getting interrupted for something like that, but with Napoleon approaching anyway this would be his last chance to sneak off back to dreamland. Not because the volatile was coming over to twist his arm, just the opposite in fact. Napoleon just smelt really good. He was kind of regretting not stretching out in the other's bed too. "Your bed is too soft."

Jonas closes his eyes shut for a moment but soon after opens one to peer up at Napoleon. "If we den together, most of this mansion will go to waste. This room is fine enough for me," he pointed out, though only to be argumentative. The poking and prodding he may have liked a little, but only so long as the corners of Napoleon's mouth quirked upwards. "But I didn't get chilly once in the night. I guess it's like ... wasting my personal food stores if you're going cold while I'm running hot." Jonas pauses as he opens both eyes once more, but this time to slowly rake his gaze up Napoleon's frame. "Feel for yourself."