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rp, xaldin, xigbar

Incruentatus [chapter four]

. chapter four .

. xalxig . cleaned rp . NC-17 overall . AU . vampires .


Midnight. Xigbar had slept fitfully, and when he'd woken up with a start a few hours before the sun went down, he knew he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep. He was lucky - it was a Thursday night, and Thursday nights meant the gathering of a certain occultist club that Xigbar was technically a part of, though he was hardly ever awake for the meetings. He contrasted quite sharply to everyone else there - they were refined scholars, words and theories flying around and around but never actually doing anything. Xigbar didn't grudge against them for that - they often did the thinking he had a tendency to forgo, and he did the doing. They all admired him and begged for stories, which he gave gladly, drinking watery tea from pretty cups and tracking dirt and blood all over their clean carpets. But they were more than just decorative - they were useful, and when Xigbar had nothing else to do he went to them and they told him all they knew.

And that was what led him to tonight's activities. He wasn't quite feeling up to taking on the little twin bitches again, not when his injuries still burned (and if Vexen knew where Xigbar was and what he was doing, he'd likely throw a fit). But he was restless, and he'd been told this was one of the lurkers, a vampire that didn't out himself and therefore was unlikely to make any of Xigbar's injuries worse - he'd made it sound like he wanted a quick kill, but as the cold and pain seeped into his bones and the spikes on top of the man's gate tore another gash in his leg, Xigbar was more and more discovering that he wanted to just.... talk. In light of recent events, he was suddenly... confused. And he wanted more opinions.

So... that's why he was breaking into a house at midnight. Nice place, he thought offhandedly, though he wouldn't've expected anything less. But modest. He's probably an older one, knows the value of quality. But he's not so old that his pride's taken over and he revels in opulence. Heh. Nice.

He made a quick work of the window lock, misjudged the styled of the windowsill under the curtains, and promptly tumbled into the room with a loud CRASH.

Xaldin had been grading the midterm papers for his current class of students. It was rather boring but he didn't particularly mind it; There were worse things afterall. He tensed up considerably when he thought he heard someone or something fiddling with the window but he didn't move; Not yet. Once whatever it was fell through into the room he was up in a flash, chair clattering to the floor. Growling he grabed it by the neck and pressed it (which at this point was obviously human) hard against the nearest wall.

Xigbar made a choked noise, but his hand flashed up almost as fast as Xaldin did and grabbed for the other's wrist, digging his nails into the tendons on the undersize of his wrist, snarling. And then... he realized who it was.

Aw, fuck.

Xaldin blinked in surprise and then narrowed his eyes, relaxing his hold on Xigbar's neck but still holding him against the wall. "Xigbar. What are you doing here?" His tone was low and dangerous. His mind was reeling with questions which quickly created doubts that Xaldin forced away as best he could.

Uhhhh not being turned on by this. Not. NOT. Xigbar vainly tried to lie to himself. "Uhhh. I didn't know you lived here..."

Xaldin stared at Xigbar a moment before realizing that that's exactly something Xigbar would do and he let go of the hunter, taking a few steps back to give him some room. And that's when he noticed it. The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, making his mouth water and it took nearly all his willpower to stay still, feet planted to the floor and hands clentched into fists. "Xigbar, you fucking idiot. You're bleeding."

"Oh..." Xigbar glanced down, moving his leg to get a better look. "...Yeah. Your fence didn't like me too much. Doesn't really hurt." It didn't quite click, the implication of that.

Xaldin held his breath when he caught a glimpse of blood and had to force himself to quickly look away. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. "Xigbar, you have to leave... or stop doing... that."

Xigbar looked up, puzzlement in his face - and theeeennn it dawned on him. "Ohhh." He tugged his pants back over the cut, but there'd be no helping the smell... Xigbar wasn't thinking about that, though, because he was too busy trying to get his thoughts under control. So maybe Xaldin was talking about an open wound, but it was all too easy for Xigbar's brain to make an innuendo out of it.

Xaldin didn't dare move, not trusting himself to keep from pouncing Xigbar. "I can still smell it. You. Have. To. Go." He frowned at himself, knowing full well that part of the desire, maybe even close to half of it, was because it was Xigbar.

"Maybe I don't want to," Xigbar said, his voice rough, before he stopped to think.

That sent a shiver down Xaldin's spine and he slowly turned his head to look at his friend. "Xigbar...," he spoke quietly, barely above a whisper and in a pleading tone, thought it was unsure if he was begging Xigbar to leave or stay.

He took a step towards the other, swallowing, ignoring his legs as they cried out in pain. Then, slowly, he held a hand out - very deliberately turned it palm-up, and slid his sleeve back. "...I don't care," he growled in that same rough voice. "I don't care. As long as I'm still alive."

Xaldin inhaled sharply, staring at Xigbar's wrist. "Xigbar..I...," he struggled to finish the sentence, finding it so hard to concentrate with the strong smell of blood and now Xigbar's offering. "I...I shouldn't..."

Suddenly Xigbar's hand flashed out and grabbed his collar, yanking them close - too close, he forced back a shiver brought on just from their proximity. "Fuck. Shouldn't." he growled, one flashing yellow eye meeting Xaldin's with a painful intensity.

The yank seemed to snap something back into place in Xaldin's brain and he regained some of his usual composure, frowning and glaring at Xigbar. He placed his hands on Xigbar's shoulders, but neither pushed nor pulled his friend closer. "I don't think you realize how dangerous of a situation you're putting yourself in, Xigbar...If I lose control . . ."

"You think I don't know danger?" Xigbar's grip tightened. "You won't lose control. If you lose control I'll beat the mother effing crap out of you, and don't even bother telling me I can't. I fucking want this, Xaldin."

"...Why?" It was the only thing he could even think of asking through the distraction of the smell of blood, the steady thumping of Xigbar's heart, the warmth he could feel coming through his clothes.

"Because," Xigbar snarled, fighting not to moan, not to let go and press close like he wanted so fucking badly to do. "Because maybe I want to give you what you want."

He paused, considering this. "I can't bite you. You know that. And first--" Xaldin grabbed Xigbar's wrist, dragging him out of the room and into a bedroom down the hall; One with covered windows. "If we're going to do this, then we're doing it somewhere comfortable." Tugging Xigbar into the room, he pushed him onto the bed and leaned over him, a hand pressed to his chest and pinning him there.

"Fine by me," Xigbar said, a hand curling around Xaldin's forearm and sliding up it. "...And..." Well, leg would be kind of awkward - for Xigbar's attitude about this, anyway. "...Hang on." He shifted his hips upward, braced with his back so he could fish something out from underneath him.

Xaldin leaned forward, running his tongue along Xigbar's neck, right above his pulse. "Hurry," he whispered against Xigbar's skin. He wanted a taste so bad now and not being able to just go ahead and take a bite was torture.

It dragged a low, rough breath of pleasure from Xigbar's throat, unwilling. His hand came back up with a knife - he curled a hand in Xaldin's dreads and tugged his face away, then pressed the knife into his hands. "...Don't chop up anything important," he muttered with a rakish, wild grin, breath coming heavy.

Having the knife in his hands startled Xaldin for a moment, as the darker side of him wanted so bad to just slit Xigbar's throat and drink every drop. He quickly pushed the disturbing thought away and half-ripped, half-cut away Xigbar's shirt. He paused a moment, briefly running a hand over Xigbar's chest and then cut an x right over where Xigbar's heart was, careful not to cut too deep. He waited only long enough for the blood to surface, running his tongue hard and slow over the cut. His eyes slipped closed as he savored the taste, letting out a shaky sigh when he reached the end of the cut.

And that caused an unexpected twinge - not from the knife, no, the pain seemed dull and far away - but the place of it, and it startled him sufficiently that he forgot he was resisting making noises, and moaned, his whole body arching toward the other. Christ. This shouldn't feel half as good as it did.

Xaldin's free hand dug into Xigbar's hip as he licked along the second cut and in one clean motion moved to kiss Xigbar deeply. "Delicious...," he murmured against the other's lips.

Xigbar surged up against the kiss, dragged his tongue over the other's lips until he could taste the coppery tang of his own blood, and grinned. Then he closed his teeth over the other's lower lip, teasing, as he shoved his hipbone back against the hand.

Xaldin shuddered, groaning quietly and pressing himself closer to Xigbar. "F-fuck...," he breathed, the word the only thing his overloaded brain could manage. All his senses were flooded that he felt like he was drowning in it all and all he could do was want more.

"Yeah," Xigbar growled, thoroughly agreeing. One of his legs worked between Xaldin's to press up against him, and his hands came up - fumbled at Xaldin's shirt and managed to unbutton as fast as he could, because in the back of his mind he knew Xaldinw ouldn't want his clothes ripped unnecessarily. Then rough hands were spreading over his chest, burning hot to the cool temperature of Xaldin's skin, and his mouth moved down to suck at Xaldin's throat, run a skillful tongue over the ridge of his collarbone.

When Xigbar had finished undoing the buttons on his shirt, Xaldin shifted, slipping his arms out and tossing the piece of clothing in a random direction. He closed his eyes in order to block one of his senses but it only ended up making the others that much more intense. The feeling of warm flesh against his skin was one he hadn't felt in a while and he had forgotten how good it felt. He clenched his teeth in order to stop a moan but it ended up being in vain once Xigbar started sucking at his neck; the area had become sensitive ever since he was turned. Rocking against Xigbar's leg and arching into his touches, he pulled the tie holding back the hunter's hair lose and grabbed a handful close to the roots, tugging firmly but not pulling him away.

"Fuck," Xigbar whispered, before dragging his teeth along where his tongue had been seconds before. His hands gripped tight at the other's hips - he shifted and groaned, arching his back and slowly rolling his body against the other. The lust and pain was brawling together in his head and it was achingly beautiful, hard and hot and cold and perfect.

Xaldin couldn't stand it anymore-- it was just too much-- and now he tugged Xigbar away by the hair, pushing him back flat against the matress with his other hand which was still holding the knife. He frowned when he saw that the cut x over Xigbar's heart had already started to scab. Holding Xigbar's shoulder down, he took the knife and cut vertically over his collar bone, deep enough that the white of the bone peeked through. He smirked and, placing the knife out of the way at the far side of the bed, leaned down and began exploring the wound with his tongue.

This time, Xigbar hissed in pain, but when Xaldin's tongue slid over it he gasped, bit his lip and tried to writhe against Xaldin's strong arm. There was a whining, pleading noise from the back of his throat, and his hands scrabbled at Xaldin's hips, tugged ineffectually at his waistband as Xigbar was near delirious with pain and desire.

Licking the blood from his lips, Xaldin whispered into Xigbar's ear, digging his thumb into the wound to keep it agitated and bleeding. "What do you want, Xigbar?" He ran his teeth over Xigbar's neck, ghosting, barely touching at all, teasing himself and resisting the urge to bite.

"You," he growled, his pride long gone by now. "Fuckin-" he cut himself off with a low groan, still trying to roll his body up.

Xaldin grinned against Xigbar's skin, jabbing the wound hard with his thumb. "You're going to have to be more specific than that..." And then his tongue was back at the wound, lapping at it a few times before starting to suck on it.

Xigbar snarled. "You fucking know what I mean."

"No. I don't. Now say it or I'll look into your mind and find out myself." It wasn't that Xaldin needed or even preferred to know exactly what Xigbar wanted, but more that it was an extremely easy way to tease him and the sadistic side of Xaldin enjoyed it immensely.

But that... made Xigbar pause a moment, his hands stilling quite suddenly. "...Don't," he said quietly, almost... afraid.

And that made Xaldin stop, too, knowing he had gone too far, but he couldn't help pushing further. Propping himself up, he looked down at Xigbar, eyes slightly narrowed. "What are you hiding?"

"Nothing," Xigbar snarled back, too quickly. "I'm not hiding anything. I just don't want you poking around in there, ok?"

Xaldin's face was carefully neutral, though his eyes gave him away and showing a mix of annoyance and a type of sadness, almost disappointment. "If you're not hiding something then what are you afraid of?"

Xigbar was a little - a mix of expressions passed over his face, and finally - he pushed himself up, put his hands against the skin of Xaldin's chest. He tilted his head and - just barely touched his lips to the other's neck. "...I'll tell you," he muttered, "when I'm ready. Okay? That's a promise."

Xaldin didn't say anything in response, instead just wrapping his arms around Xigbar and holding him close. "I'm sorry," he said quietly after a long while.

"What? What're you sorry for?" He pulled back just enough to blink up at him, one eyebrow lifted.

Xaldin just shook his head slightly and leaned in, kissing Xigbar softly, not bothering to explain.

Xigbar blinked, taken aback by the gentleness of it - but he responded in kind, his heart aching far more than it had a right to.

Breaking the kiss, Xaldin returned to just holding Xigbar. He frowned at himself for never knowing what to do in these types of situations, or how to shift gears.

A slow smirk curled on Xigbar's face. "...You still wanna know what I want?" As he spoke, he lifted a hand - dragged his thumb over the open wound at his collarbone, opening it up again, then pressed that thumb to Xaldin's lower lip.

Xaldin blinked, locking eyes with Xigbar for a moment before letting his own slip closed as he licked blood off Xigbar's thumb. Taking the thumb into his mouth he began to suck on it, despite having already cleaned the blood away.

Xigbar felt a shudder crawl down his body, and his other hand slid lazily down Xaldin's chest, and hooked in his belt - then tugged, sharply, pulling him foward.

Xaldin grunted as he was tugged forward. Releasing Xigbar's thumb, he firmly grabbed his forearm, running his mouth down to his wrist, alternating between scraping his teeth against skin and kissing gently. He pressed his tongue hard against the veins and tendons there. He bit the air above Xigbar's wrist sharply, making a small sound of annoyance and frustration at not being able to bite the hunter.

Xigbar pushed his hand forward out of Xaldin's grip - curled in his hair, and dragged them both back until he was against the pillows and kissing him harshly. "No way," he growled on Xaldin's lips.

Xaldin growled back but didn't protest much more than that, deciding instead to occupy himself with undoing Xigbar's pants.

Xigbar whined, soft and keening and tilted his head back as his hips lifted in an attempt to be some help. "Xal-" he started to say, but cut himself off and one hand grasped tight in the blankets under him.

Xaldin pulled Xigbar's pants off, underwear and all. "Yes, Xigbar?," he asked, his hand wrapping around Xigbar's now exposed cock, stroking it slowly.

He let out a shuddering moan, and melted back. "....Oh, fuck. Nothing." He bit his lip, head falling to one side as he tried not to move around too much, didn't want to discourage him.

Xaldin leaned forward, stealing a quick lick from the wound on Xigbar's clavicle before whispering into his ear. "Are you sure?" A smirk and a pause, "Sure you don't want to ask me to fuck you?"

"Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you," Xigbar growled, a wide grin on his face. "You just want me to beg."

"Oh. Well if you don't want it...," Xaldin said in mock disappointment, letting go of Xigbar's cock and moving away a little.

"No!" Xigbar said quickly, grabbed for Xaldin's wrist and yanked him back... then groaned as he knew he'd just made an idiot of himself. "...Fuck... Xal, I can't even think straight anymore. Please."

Xaldin smirked, "Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" He kissed Xigbar gently, a sharp contrast to his teasing. He took to stroking Xigbar's cock again as he worked on undoing his own pants with the other.

Xigbar made a snerk noise, nipping at Xaldin's lips. "Oh, it's hard all right."

Xaldin gave Xigbar a deadpan look, reminding himself he needed to choose his words carefully. He didn't comment though and instead just leaned over to fish something out of a drawer in one of the bedside tables.

Xigbar's hand shot out and grabbed Xaldin's hand, letting out a short, derisive laugh. "...I should think we've established that the pain isn't going to matter."

Xaldin paused, looking at Xigbar, one eyebrow raised slightly. "Hn. Don't complain about it later then." Suddenly, in one quick motion, he turned Xigbar over so his stomach was pressed against the mattress. Leaning over, he purred in his ear, "Ready?"

Xigbar groaned, and pressed his forehead against the pillow, before shoving it out of the way so as not to suffocate. "As ever," he growled in a husky voice, arms shaking. He realized he was getting blood on Xaldin's blanket; but that wasn't his problem.

Without any more warning he slammed into Xigbar and, while he was waiting for Xigbar's muscles to get used to the intrusion, he grabbed the knife again, creating a cut on Xigbar's neck, overly careful not to cut too deep or hit any major arteries. He then tossed the knife aside-- it clattering to the floor-- as he wouldn't be needing it anymore tonight.

"Fuck!" Xigbar snarled, hands clenching tight in the blankets; but his back curved and his legs spread, and even as he shuddered he was rocking back against him. He reached back and moved his hair all to one side, getting it out of the way of the cut.

Xaldin started a slow and steady but firm rhythm, one hand holding himself up and the other with a tight grip on Xigbar's hip. "So perfect...." he murmured before starting to suck hard on the cut he just created.

Xigbar agreed, with a low, throaty moan that seemed to just go on. He shuddered hard again; he was getting lightheaded from bloodloss but couldn't bring himself to care, not when hard spikes of heat were shooting through him - the pain as intense as the pleasure, so firmly knitted together there wasn't one without the other.

Gradually Xaldin's thrusts got quicker and rougher to the point where he had to stop leeching blood from Xigbar's neck. He leaned back, both hands now on Xigbar's hips, pulling them hard against his own hips.

"Fuck..." There was a long stream of expletives falling from Xigbar's lips - he'd totally lost control of himself, arching and meeting the thrusts and hissing out low curses, and sometimes Xaldin's name. It took a few tries to steady himself on one hand - first he tried the injured one and, okay, that was a bit more pain than was strictly necessary - but he got it and moved a hand down to stroke himself, with a skilled ease of long practice on lonely nights.

In comparison to Xigbar, Xaldin was relatively quiet; his breathing and the occasional grunt the only noises he made. He closed his eyes again, this time with the intention of heightening his other senses. He could still taste traces of Xigbar's blood on his tongue and the heat his hands were pressed into and that surrounded him was nearly unbearable. He was already so close to climax, though the long build-up was probably partially to blame.

Xigbar whimpered and suddenly a hand reached back - grabbed for one of Xaldin's, yanked it down so he wasn't twisted backwards, and twined their fingers together harshly. He pressed his forehead down again - squeezed his eye shut, and he was unsurprisingly loud as he came, crying out and then choking off in something dangerously close to a sob.

Xaldin's rhythm faltered when Xigbar grabbed his hand, the vampire not having expected anything like it. It didn't matter too much though since when Xigbar came, Xaldin wasn't far after, only a few more thrusts into the now-tense hole and he was releasing inside the hunter. He let out a long moan, whispering Xigbar's name at the end.

Xigbar's arm gave out way too soon, and he corpsed to the bed with a badly-muffled whimper. Everything. Hurt. But, he wasn't letting go of Xaldin's hand any time soon.

Xaldin carefully pulled out and managed to lie down next to Xigbar without having to pull his hand away. He pulled one of the blankets around them and held Xigbar close. "I love you, too," he said quietly.

Xigbar went very still. "....What?" he whispered. It wasn't that he denied the implication - no, no, that was true enough and they both knew it. He just... couldn't quite believe what he was hearing.

"I said I love you. Or are you getting hard of hearing in your old age?," Xaldin teased, squeezing Xigbar's hand gently. The feelings worried Xaldin slightly, since one day Xigbar would die and then where would that leave him? But he couldn't deny the feeling either, especially not since the other day when he had found out Xigbar had gotten hurt, the news scaring him shitless.

"You're stupid," Xigbar said shakily, turning around so he could bury his face in Xaldin's chest and trying to disguise what a herculean effort that took. "And I heard you just fine. Just... didn't believe you."

He ran his fingers through Xigbar's hair, "You better not be dead by morning. And I don't want you going on any more hunts until you're fully healed. You've been over excerting yourself, Xigbar. You're human, you have limits."

Xigbar's eye slid closed, and smiled softly, chuckling. "Yeah, yeah. I've been through worse." Well, maybe not, but that was beside the point. "Hell, I feel fantastic." Fantastic; but also like he was about to pass out.

"Go to sleep, Xigbar." Xaldin, however, fought sleep, choosing instead to continue petting Xigbar and sort out his thoughts.

Now that he'd been told to go to bed, Xigbar of course wanted to stay awake - but his body wouldn't let him and simply gave out, plunging him into a dark, blissful oblivion.


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. credits .
xigbar: x_igrab
xaldin: clemmontine