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“But you like when I make you beg Yun! And you make such cute sounds too!”
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“I do not!!” He’s going to be in denial for a small bit, despite his body growing warm at the memory. “Damn you and that vampire venom!! That’s what did it!”
“Didn’t hear any complaints. You liked it very much.” Hes being a serious tease as he wraps his arms around Yun. “Besides i think you like me better as a vampire anyway.”
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Official: Yun’s Taken Over
This lil shit was meant to be an AU but no… He’s taken over the blog!!
“I don’t hear any complaints, Kittykat~”
Had to create the jaded and saltier version of Yue…WHY?!
“It is because everyone loves the dragon prince.” Viktor knows he certainly does.
You enjoy making him beg for you in the vampire verse, Mister.
“Ah yes he is rather good at it too. Such a lovely little dragon.”
Cage me and set me free
As much as he hadn’t wanted to think about it Yurio was right, what would they do if Katsuki dies? He glanced over as he watched the younger make himself something to eat. “Well, we survive. Somehow. He’s worked hard this far. To abandon his dreams now…” Viktor shook his head and sighed looking back at the sleeping male. “Somehow I don’t believe he’d want that.”
Looking over Katsuki, Viktor gently reached over and pushed a few stray pieces of hair from his forehead but soon frowned when he placed his palm over Katsuki’s forehead. The fever was still there, although he wasn’t nearly as warm as he had been, it was still worry some that just a day later it had only gone down slightly. He could still feel the beaded sweat and he hoped with everything he had that Katsuki would open his eyes again, so that they could see him smile in wonder at how they spread their wings in the sunlight, riding the currents of warm air just above the ship.
After a few moments Viktor had been sure that Yurio was paying them no mind Viktor folded his arms over the edge of the bed and knelt down beside it once more where he fell asleep. He hadn’t slept well at all and it was not easy for him to nod off currently.
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Yuuri stirred at the gentle touch, but did not rouse. Soft words muttered through pale lips in his mother tongue were the only real sign that there was a consciousness there. His expression shifted frequently, between a deep sadness that had no tears to shed and blissful, sleeping neutrality.
Two more long nights of nightmares, sweat, and a constant vigilance over the sleeping scientist passed with little change but on the fourth afternoon - while Viktor was napping (unintentionally), his ears perked at the sound of a soft groan. The shift of sheets - and while Katsuki had thrashed around, moaned in despair or fought off whatever demons he was dreaming about before.. this sounded distinctly different.
Yurio watched carefully as thickly-lashed eyelids fluttered and lips still pale and heavily chapped turned to a deep frown.
“Viktor..” Yurio called, and when he didn’t get an immediate response, he threw a pillow from his top-bunk perch. “Viktor! … I think he’s waking up.”
There was a short pause, before Yurio’s face was graced with it’s own embarrassed frown. He’d been a little too enthusiastic.
“Fucking finally.” He added with just the right amount of bitterness to counterbalance his obvious relief.
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At first Viktor hadn’t moved when the blond called his name. But when the pillow hit him he sat bolt upright with a start. Blue eyes glanced around before realizing he’d fallen asleep and Yurio had woken him with the pillow that now lay at his feet. The blond’s last comment had the elder male looking to the scientist who to his amazement had actually woken up. “Katsuki?” He questioned softly moving a bit closer to the edge of the bed than he had been before. “Katsuki hey are you feeling alright?”
Quickly Viktor moved to reach for the water bottle that had been sitting on the makeshift table. “Here, easy now, drink this.” He offered as he poured some of the water into the cap and placed that against Yuuri’s lips in the hopes of getting something in him to clear up any dryness in his throat.
The world was a blur. His mind was foggy, his body heavy. Pain seemed to encompass every percievable corner of his consciousness.. save one.
A distant voice that sounded familiar. Soft, touched heavily with concern. His name.. but not his first…
Every sound seemed overpoweringly loud. There was a rustling that made his ears ache - like paper sliding over paper or … feathers…
His bleary eyes sought the source of the sound and found a mottled grey and black pattern that seemed to advance and retreat. Slowly - like the distressed fluffing and smoothing of a bird……
He closed his eyes and tried very hard to concentrate and push the fog away. When he opened his eyes again, the world had focused just enough that he could see a face hovering over him. Feel the gentle, uncertain touch of hands on his skin. They felt so cold… and then water.
His lips parted..the first sip was difficult, but the moment he’d taken that first sip he felt thirst rip through him and he eagerly drank. Shaking hands tried to reach up to help tip the vessel back for more.. but he could barely move. His body refused to cooperate.
Still the fog lingered. He could hear voices.. muffled. Like they were speaking through a wall.. He could hear them but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. But his vision slowly came into as much focus as it ever had without his glasses… and recognition of the pattern of grey and silver finally connected with a name.
He tried to speak .. but even with the water his throat was so dry.. his voice felt like he hadn’t used it in weeks. Throat taut, aching. He didn’t have the strength to push the air from his lungs enough to make more than a weak sound that wasn’t a word. He had to satisfy himself with a weary questioning grunt.
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“Geezus he looks like shit..” Yuri said quietly as he watched from his perch on the top bunk. He clutched to the railing with dainty fingers, wings flared nervously behind him in an annoyingly unconscious display of concern. Katsuki seemed to be ‘awake’ .. but he wasn’t sure how much good that was. His head lolled uncontrollably from one side to the other. It was obvious he was trying to claw his way back from somewhere far… far…. away. His eyes had that same distant gaze his grandfather’s eyes had had, just before he’d passed away and it made Yuri’s stomach knot up and it felt like his lungs were going to collapse.
That glazed-over gaze terrified him and he had to turn away before the tears he’d felt begin to well up and the fear that was making his heart pound overwhelmed him.
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If Viktor wasn’t estatic he’d be lying to himself. After having had been beside himself with worry over wether or not Yuuri was going to survive. But seeing those molten dark brown eyes once more had his chest fluttering and the excitement was mainly given away by his feathers as if ruffling together. “You…Yuuri you’re okay!” Even as he grabbed the bottle to help him drink Viktor was shaking slightly and trying not to spill any.
Yuri’s words though gave Viktor pause causing him to really look at the male laying in the makeshift bunk. He looked like he had been to hell and back. The soft grunted reply was a test to that. Setting the bottle back on the small table beside the bed Viktor moved closer while gently reaching to move some of that messy dark mop of hair from his eyes. “You had us worried…I…we weren’t sure you were going to make it..” his voice was soft but clear as he spoke.
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yurisgodonice:
“Not surprising. I’ve been tempted to just follow you in my leopard form.” But that would have made things harder on Viktor which was the last thing he wanted now. He knew the stress his mate was under, thus why he was being a good boy for the moment.
Massaging Viktor’s muscles, he soon went about pampering his mate, nuzzling against him as he purred. “If things don’t improve, we may have to make a move.” Meaning that the vampire demigod may have to reveal more of his powers or start playing mind games. Having been in courts before, he wasn’t an idiot to these games the court was playing.
Bringing a now wet hand up out of the water Viktor ran it over his face before running those still damp fingers through his hair pulling the side bangs out of his eyes momentarily. “I would like to avoid conflict as much as possible. But you could be right.” He commented glancing to the side at Markos.
Setting his hand back into the water Viktor grinned softly before turning to place a small kiss on the side of Markos face when he leaned in to nuzzle against him. “Why don’t you join me? There is more than enough room for the two of us.”
Chuckling, Markos stripped whatever clothing he had on, which hadn’t been much to begin with, and joined his mate in the bath. “Let’s see how things continue into the next few days. If they don’t improve, we’ll have to make our move.”
He wasn’t looking forward to it either, but for now he chose to end the subject as he kissed Viktor sweetly. Tonight, he was going to pamper Viktor, remind him that he’s always here. The courts be damned, Markos will fight to prove that he’s not leaving his mate. If they thought that their own kind was possessive and protective of their mates, they hadn’t seen a vampire’s determination.
As Markos straddled over him in the tub, leaning in to press their together Viktor lifted his hands out of the water and up over that bare back. It was obvious that the time for talking court politics was well over and done with. He’d let his hands explore over the bare dry skin of his mate leaving wet finger trails as he ghosted over that pale skin.
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He gave a small nod looking towards the flames of the fire. Carefully with his free hand he picked up a stick to poke at the edge of the fire ring. Glancing up at the star filled sky through the trees Viktor sighed and then back to the flames. Hours passed before he even started feeling the tug of sleep. Carefully nudging Yuuri, Viktor quietly called out his name. “Yuuri?”
As Yuuri got up Viktor looked up at him shaking his head. “If I’ve learned anything as a prince, it’s that people like her will not be taking the King’s road.” He admitted before getting up himself. “Although changes are she just may stay close to it. We can take it for a time.”
“Alright, that makes sense. She’s trying to lay low, stay out of anyone’s way.” He said nodding. He stood to get things packed, “when you’re ready I’m ready to head out.”
Sitting more upright Viktor slowly got himself up and ready. It was clear that he’d not slept all that well, but how could he when his fathers attempted murderer was still on the loose. Finally after gathering up his things Viktor stood. “Alright. We should get going. We still have a long ride ahead of us yet.”
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Staying close to Viktor hadn’t been easy, though one couldn’t say that Markos hadn’t given it his best shot. Apparently, on the day the king was buried, there were those in the court who didn’t like the idea of Viktor already having mated himself to a ‘vampire’, calling for someone to determine if Viktor hadn’t been bewitched. Which understandably got on the demi-god’s nerves because he felt that half of the courts were idiots to even think that its that easy to bewitch a dragon.
But as he was barred from the throne room until things could be settled, he had waited patiently for Viktor, drawing him a bath when he sensed him coming. Easily, he undressed Viktor once he was inside their room and helped him into the bath. “Going to assume that today wasn’t any easier.” He said softly as he started to massage his mate’s shoulders.
Things had gone to chaos since the kings death and the coronation of Viktor to take his throne. And if he was being honest the stress of not having Markos at his side was causing tension between himself and those of the court hell bent on keeping it that way.
As dusk finally drew near Viktor returned to their chaimbers, he was thankful to say the least to be in the company of his vampire. “You could say that…” he sighed relaxing into the warm water of the bath. “I’ve still had no luck on changing their minds…”
“Not surprising. I’ve been tempted to just follow you in my leopard form.” But that would have made things harder on Viktor which was the last thing he wanted now. He knew the stress his mate was under, thus why he was being a good boy for the moment.
Massaging Viktor’s muscles, he soon went about pampering his mate, nuzzling against him as he purred. “If things don’t improve, we may have to make a move.” Meaning that the vampire demigod may have to reveal more of his powers or start playing mind games. Having been in courts before, he wasn’t an idiot to these games the court was playing.
Bringing a now wet hand up out of the water Viktor ran it over his face before running those still damp fingers through his hair pulling the side bangs out of his eyes momentarily. “I would like to avoid conflict as much as possible. But you could be right.” He commented glancing to the side at Markos.
Setting his hand back into the water Viktor grinned softly before turning to place a small kiss on the side of Markos face when he leaned in to nuzzle against him. “Why don’t you join me? There is more than enough room for the two of us.”
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As much as he hadn’t wanted to think about it Yurio was right, what would they do if Katsuki dies? He glanced over as he watched the younger make himself something to eat. “Well, we survive. Somehow. He’s worked hard this far. To abandon his dreams now…” Viktor shook his head and sighed looking back at the sleeping male. “Somehow I don’t believe he’d want that.”
Looking over Katsuki, Viktor gently reached over and pushed a few stray pieces of hair from his forehead but soon frowned when he placed his palm over Katsuki’s forehead. The fever was still there, although he wasn’t nearly as warm as he had been, it was still worry some that just a day later it had only gone down slightly. He could still feel the beaded sweat and he hoped with everything he had that Katsuki would open his eyes again, so that they could see him smile in wonder at how they spread their wings in the sunlight, riding the currents of warm air just above the ship.
After a few moments Viktor had been sure that Yurio was paying them no mind Viktor folded his arms over the edge of the bed and knelt down beside it once more where he fell asleep. He hadn’t slept well at all and it was not easy for him to nod off currently.
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Yuuri stirred at the gentle touch, but did not rouse. Soft words muttered through pale lips in his mother tongue were the only real sign that there was a consciousness there. His expression shifted frequently, between a deep sadness that had no tears to shed and blissful, sleeping neutrality.
Two more long nights of nightmares, sweat, and a constant vigilance over the sleeping scientist passed with little change but on the fourth afternoon - while Viktor was napping (unintentionally), his ears perked at the sound of a soft groan. The shift of sheets - and while Katsuki had thrashed around, moaned in despair or fought off whatever demons he was dreaming about before.. this sounded distinctly different.
Yurio watched carefully as thickly-lashed eyelids fluttered and lips still pale and heavily chapped turned to a deep frown.
“Viktor..” Yurio called, and when he didn’t get an immediate response, he threw a pillow from his top-bunk perch. “Viktor! … I think he’s waking up.”
There was a short pause, before Yurio’s face was graced with it’s own embarrassed frown. He’d been a little too enthusiastic.
“Fucking finally.” He added with just the right amount of bitterness to counterbalance his obvious relief.
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At first Viktor hadn’t moved when the blond called his name. But when the pillow hit him he sat bolt upright with a start. Blue eyes glanced around before realizing he’d fallen asleep and Yurio had woken him with the pillow that now lay at his feet. The blond’s last comment had the elder male looking to the scientist who to his amazement had actually woken up. “Katsuki?” He questioned softly moving a bit closer to the edge of the bed than he had been before. “Katsuki hey are you feeling alright?”
Quickly Viktor moved to reach for the water bottle that had been sitting on the makeshift table. “Here, easy now, drink this.” He offered as he poured some of the water into the cap and placed that against Yuuri’s lips in the hopes of getting something in him to clear up any dryness in his throat.
The world was a blur. His mind was foggy, his body heavy. Pain seemed to encompass every percievable corner of his consciousness.. save one.
A distant voice that sounded familiar. Soft, touched heavily with concern. His name.. but not his first…
Every sound seemed overpoweringly loud. There was a rustling that made his ears ache - like paper sliding over paper or … feathers…
His bleary eyes sought the source of the sound and found a mottled grey and black pattern that seemed to advance and retreat. Slowly - like the distressed fluffing and smoothing of a bird……
He closed his eyes and tried very hard to concentrate and push the fog away. When he opened his eyes again, the world had focused just enough that he could see a face hovering over him. Feel the gentle, uncertain touch of hands on his skin. They felt so cold… and then water.
His lips parted..the first sip was difficult, but the moment he’d taken that first sip he felt thirst rip through him and he eagerly drank. Shaking hands tried to reach up to help tip the vessel back for more.. but he could barely move. His body refused to cooperate.
Still the fog lingered. He could hear voices.. muffled. Like they were speaking through a wall.. He could hear them but he couldn’t make out what they were saying. But his vision slowly came into as much focus as it ever had without his glasses… and recognition of the pattern of grey and silver finally connected with a name.
He tried to speak .. but even with the water his throat was so dry.. his voice felt like he hadn’t used it in weeks. Throat taut, aching. He didn’t have the strength to push the air from his lungs enough to make more than a weak sound that wasn’t a word. He had to satisfy himself with a weary questioning grunt.
———–
“Geezus he looks like shit..” Yuri said quietly as he watched from his perch on the top bunk. He clutched to the railing with dainty fingers, wings flared nervously behind him in an annoyingly unconscious display of concern. Katsuki seemed to be ‘awake’ .. but he wasn’t sure how much good that was. His head lolled uncontrollably from one side to the other. It was obvious he was trying to claw his way back from somewhere far… far…. away. His eyes had that same distant gaze his grandfather’s eyes had had, just before he’d passed away and it made Yuri’s stomach knot up and it felt like his lungs were going to collapse.
That glazed-over gaze terrified him and he had to turn away before the tears he’d felt begin to well up and the fear that was making his heart pound overwhelmed him.
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If Viktor wasn’t estatic he’d be lying to himself. After having had been beside himself with worry over wether or not Yuuri was going to survive. But seeing those molten dark brown eyes once more had his chest fluttering and the excitement was mainly given away by his feathers as if ruffling together. “You...Yuuri you’re okay!” Even as he grabbed the bottle to help him drink Viktor was shaking slightly and trying not to spill any.
Yuri’s words though gave Viktor pause causing him to really look at the male laying in the makeshift bunk. He looked like he had been to hell and back. The soft grunted reply was a test to that. Setting the bottle back on the small table beside the bed Viktor moved closer while gently reaching to move some of that messy dark mop of hair from his eyes. “You had us worried...I...we weren’t sure you were going to make it..” his voice was soft but clear as he spoke.
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He gave a small nod looking towards the flames of the fire. Carefully with his free hand he picked up a stick to poke at the edge of the fire ring. Glancing up at the star filled sky through the trees Viktor sighed and then back to the flames. Hours passed before he even started feeling the tug of sleep. Carefully nudging Yuuri, Viktor quietly called out his name. “Yuuri?”
As Yuuri got up Viktor looked up at him shaking his head. “If I’ve learned anything as a prince, it’s that people like her will not be taking the King’s road.” He admitted before getting up himself. “Although changes are she just may stay close to it. We can take it for a time.”
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Pulled into Viktor’s arms, Markos purred and did all he could to calm down his mate. “Shhh…It’s okay, Viktor. It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.” The vampire demigod said as he continued to stroke Viktor’s back. “Shhh, I’m not going anywhere Viktor. No one will come for us.” He assured the other. It was why he was remaining awake, to guard and protect Viktor as well as stop any attempts at separating them. Catching what his new master was thinking, Ramtam jumped off the bed and using the shadows, went about to see what he could find. If there was any talk of treason, Markos would learn about it first.
Viktor held tightly to Markos even as the vampire gently rubbed his back. Soon his grip loosened as sleep pulled him back into its grip once again. As he slept he seemed to sleep more soundly in Markos arms then he had laying beside him.
Days had passed since the Kings passing and Viktor had been kept quite busy with the coronation and other duties of the higherarchy. But as night fell Viktor came back to their room looking half awake and ready to collapse at any possible moment.
Staying close to Viktor hadn’t been easy, though one couldn’t say that Markos hadn’t given it his best shot. Apparently, on the day the king was buried, there were those in the court who didn’t like the idea of Viktor already having mated himself to a ‘vampire’, calling for someone to determine if Viktor hadn’t been bewitched. Which understandably got on the demi-god’s nerves because he felt that half of the courts were idiots to even think that its that easy to bewitch a dragon.
But as he was barred from the throne room until things could be settled, he had waited patiently for Viktor, drawing him a bath when he sensed him coming. Easily, he undressed Viktor once he was inside their room and helped him into the bath. “Going to assume that today wasn’t any easier.” He said softly as he started to massage his mate’s shoulders.
Things had gone to chaos since the kings death and the coronation of Viktor to take his throne. And if he was being honest the stress of not having Markos at his side was causing tension between himself and those of the court hell bent on keeping it that way.
As dusk finally drew near Viktor returned to their chaimbers, he was thankful to say the least to be in the company of his vampire. “You could say that...” he sighed relaxing into the warm water of the bath. “I’ve still had no luck on changing their minds...”
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