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What a wretched end to a wretched night.
Astarion growled in annoyance as he slinked back into the tower, closing the heavy door behind him with a slam. Frustration had stiffened his entire body, and the wet cold outside seeped deep into his icy bones. Fortunately, the entryway was much warmer and drier than outside. He always felt a little cheated when Waterdeep swore true to its name with these dreadful rainstorms, which nearly always sullied his nightly hunts.
Once again, Astarion has returned home with an empty belly. It appeared that not a single criminal wanted to brave the deluge tonight, and the only deer he found to feast on quickly made a fool out of him as he slipped in the mud when given chase.
Astarion was gracious that Gale always kept the tower pleasantly toasty as he stripped himself of his sodden clothes. He would usually declare a bath was in order, but with the lack of blood in his system, he could hardly find the energy to indulge.
It was well past midnight when Astarion finally began dragging himself up the winding stairs, not expecting to run into his husband at this hour, he thought it best just to slip into bed alongside him and try to enjoy regular breakfast in the morning. But - as he ascended and passed along Gale’s study, he noticed a faltering light from the crack in the door.
“Gale, dear? Is that you?”
Astarion gently pushed at the door, entering the room cautiously.
Lo and behold - there sat Gale. The wizard was hunkered at his desk, several open books scattered about, with a hand propping up his weary face. Fully immersed, he didn’t even glance up as Astarion fully stepped into the room.
The room was basked in a cosy orange light - candles were dotted around in the usual spots, now almost burnt down to their wicks, showing Gale hadn’t left that spot since Astarion left him at sunset.
“Darling, what are you still doing awake at this hour?” Astarion teased. He bit back a chuckle when the man flinched in surprise, eyes wide as his head whipped around to meet Astarion’s gaze.
Ever since meeting Gale, Astarion had become used to seeing him always active, even during the night, an open book or an unfurled scroll always in his hands. The wizard was almost nocturnal as he threw away the hours to study and arcane practice, ever curious and never seeming to notice his own loss of stamina, even passing out at his own desk on several occasions.
“Oh, well. You know me, I always struggle to pull myself away from a good book, even if the moon is high in the sky.”
Astarion chuckled softly, basking in the adoring smile that Gale returned. “Couldn’t sleep?”
“Not a wink, no,” Gale admitted, weariness now clear on his voice.
In fact, as Astarion began to stare longer at Gale, the fatigue in his form became ever obvious. Gale was slumping over in his chair, an arm clutching at his abdomen; he searched his face, there was a clear wince in Gale’s soft features, as pain rippled through him.
“Are you alright?” Astarion asked in concern, stepping to go to Gale’s side, eager to comfort him. Then, it hit him like a brick wall, the scent almost winding him as it crawled its way inside of Astarion’s so very empty stomach.
Blood. Fresh blood.
“Oh, gods.” Astarion practically purred.
Gale breathed a chuckle, expecting this reaction at this point. “I know, I know. My apologies, I did not expect my cycle for another week or so, but fate had other cruel ideas. The pain has been keeping me awake.”
Astarion licked his teeth from under his lips, his throat suddenly feeling incredibly dry .
Whilst Astarion has never been one to push Gale’s generosity with his blood, as much as the wizard insists it’s okay to drink from him, Astarion always has that pang of guilt. But, that guilt is always soon squandered by the delicacy that is Gale’s blood. Ever since the orb has been laid dormant, Astarion has had the honour of tasting it, and what a taste it is. Even now, it smells divine, like fresh baked sweet bread, and tastes so feverishly rich and fatty - just like his dear Gale.
He can sustain himself on the blood of filthy criminals that deserve it, but the sensation of drinking Gale’s blood is something he relishes in.
“Astarion?” Gale’s voice soon cut through Astarion’s wandering thoughts, meeting him with a slight look of concern in those big brown eyes.
“Are you alright?”
Astarion managed a weak smile in return, which only earned him an eyebrow raise.
“I- I’ll live, but I have had a pretty disappointing shit of a night,” he admitted, throwing his hands in the air.
Astarion thankfully didn’t need to spell it out, Gale quickly picking up the implication of his words as features furrowed with sympathy.
“You poor thing, you must be starving.”
“Admittedly, I am rather… Ravenous.” he sighed.
There was a few seconds of silence, before Gale glanced away, an unusual shyness dashing across his features. It was always endearing how nervous he got despite the pair being married.
“I know it’s not particularly appealing , but… I am bleeding. And, you need blood.”
“Would hate for it to go to waste.”
Astarion had to bite back his enthusiasm, lest push Gale away when he’s already feeling so vulnerable.
“Don’t you ever dare call yourself or any part of you not appealing, my darling,” Astarion imposed, “you have no idea how badly I want this.”
Gale gave a twitch of a smirk, eyes finally meeting Astarion’s. He knew the vampire too well at this point, recognising that intense and desperate look of hunger, that look of lust . It was a look Gale considered himself blessed to be the subject of.
“I think I can guess how badly.” slowly, Gale uncrossed his legs, parting them ever slightly.
The scent of blood was now heavy, itching the back of Astarion’s throat and tunnelling his vision with hunger.
“Please, may I?”
“Oh, I do like it when you beg.” Gale said with a smug grin, “Come to me, my love.”
Orders sounded so good when coming from Gale’s mouth, and Astarion was eager to obey. Sinking to his hands and knees, Astarion crawled his way to Gale’s chair, snaking up between the wizard’s parted legs. Settling there, Astarion began to nuzzle his nose into the supple fabric-covered flesh there, breathing in the gorgeous scent of Gale’s musk and blood, now mixing in with the distinct sharpness of his growing arousal.
“Take these off, please.” Astarion asked as he mouthed at the fabric of his trousers between teeth. “I need you now.”
Breath heavy, Gale could only nod vigorously as he shuffled out of his trousers, kicking them off and away. Next came his overshirt, soon yanked up over his head and thrown to the dark.
Astarion bit his lip as he took in Gale’s naked form, drinking in the delicious sight sat above him. Grown softer over the years of comfort they now both lived, Gale’s stomach hung over the mound of his cunt, which was hugged by a layer of supple fat - his small cock just poking out from the brown curls that decorate it. Fuzz covered practically his entire body, body hair dusting across his handsome pecs, which hung over the curve of his belly.
Gods, he was a heavenly sight for sore eyes.
Astarion sunk his face back against Gale’s thigh, humming at the pleasant warmth and fuzz now scratching at his face. Turning a cheek, he pressed a kiss to the flesh there, adoring the way Gale shivered from the sharp chill of his lips.
“Do you have any idea-” Astarion started in between kisses, slowly trailing up Gale’s inner thigh, “-how delicious you smell?”
“Well, I pray you’re the only creature that can smell this, otherwise I’d be sorely embarrassed,” Gale admitted, breath hitching as Astarion’s nose bumped up against his bare crotch, soon silencing him.
He nips at Gale’s skin, leaving little divots as he snakes up to the man’s core, not quite breaking the skin just yet.
“Are you sure you’re alright with this? I know you’re in pain and I don’t want to overstep.” Astarion pushed one last time, open mouth now just poised between the heat of Gale’s cunt. His throat was gasping with thirst, but he wouldn’t dare touch Gale’s blood without permission.
With a happy hum, Gale stroked a hand along Astarion’s jaw, trailing up to caress the shell of his ear in a familiar loving gesture. “Trust me, you’ll be doing me a favour. I want you to enjoy this.”
“I’ll take good care of you, darling.” Astarion promises, pressing a chaste kiss to Gale’s palm, before finally diving in.
He starts with a kiss, pressing his lips to Gale’s warm, wet labia, the copper flavour soon meeting his tongue as he eagerly licks his lips. Gently, he began to lap at the folds, cleaning off the thick ichor from every inch he can reach, both of them sighing in pleasurable unison. Laying his tongue flat, he dragged a long stripe from the bottom of Gale’s taint to the tip of his small swollen cock, earning a sharp gasp from the wizard. He had to bite back a moan as Gale’s legs drifted further open, inviting the vampire in.
Astarion had to take in the sight for a moment, Gale’s cunt now sitting open in a mouth-watering bloody mess, cock twitching just above it eagerly. Blood leaked out of him readily, a fountain of rich and thick nectar, now mixed in with the savoury delight of Gale’s slick - it tasted utterly divine .
Like a man possessed, he wrenches Gales knees further apart, diving in with vigour as a growl rumbles in his throat. Astarion drinks up every drop he can find, not phased at the thighs now clenching hard around his head, cutting off any means of escape. He digs his tongue deep into Gale’s cunt, curling up and gathering more of that rich blood that lays inside, gulping it down obscenely and letting it smear across his pale skin.
Above him, Gale rears back his head with a loud, strained moan. He clutches to the desk chair with white knuckles, legs trembling as he doesn’t even try and quiet his cries of pleasure.
Astarion moans into his cunt, opening his jaw wider to dig out those last delicious morsels he can reach. The deeper intrusion makes another cramp flare up from deep within Gale, but is quickly soothed by a spike of pleasure, as Astarion’s sharp nose bumps up against the underside of his cock.
“Oh gods… Astarion. Please- I need-” Gale babbles, the mixture of pain and pleasure overloading his brain.
“Hush, I know.” Astarion soothes, mouth still pressed up against flesh.
Not even moving his head, Astarion slips his hand up, snaking around Gale’s thigh to play with his cock. He starts with a teasing pinch between the fingers, relishing in the way Gale squirms against him.
They both soon fall into a rhythm, Astarion dexterously teasing at Gale’s cock whilst his tongue curls up into the front of his cunt - all the while, Gale rocks his hips against the vampire’s face, inching that clever tongue deeper and squeezing more delicious blood down his throat. Astarion does not falter - knowing that whilst the pleasure makes Gale feel better, every twitch and clench that comes from within Gale will push more blood out for him to feast on.
It doesn’t take long for Gale to tumble over the edge, coming with a deep cry around Astarion’s tongue. As the sensation ripples through him, a hand grips harsh at Astarion’s curls, pulling at his scalp - this only makes him moan louder into Gale’s pulsing cunt.
Gale is barely coming down from the aftershocks, still twitching in his seat, when Astarion suddenly stands up to his full height. Blood is smeared over his pale lips, red all down his chin and streaked across his nose. He looked like an animal, eyes wide and blown out with desire, driven crazy by his hunger.
Gaze dragging down, Gale can see Astarions’ bulge, pressing hard against the tightness of his trousers, eager to come out. Absently, he palms at with a hand, the other now reaching to pet at Gale’s soft jaw.
“Please, I need-” Astarion couldn’t voice the plea before moaning again, Gale’s hand now pulling down his clothes.
“Have your fill of me, my love.”
With a growl, Astarion grabs Gale, kicking the chair back into the room and pushing him up onto the desk. Cock now freed, he daren’t wait as he plunges it into the bloody mess of Gale’s cunt, making them both gasp at the sudden tight pleasure.
For Gale, it feels like an icicle has been pushed up inside of him, Astarion’s undead body not quite absorbing his heat yet, his cock a cooling pressure to the initial sting of the stretch.
For Astarion, it’s heaven . The metallic, sweet taste of blood still lingering on his tongue, and now the soaking, gorgeous warmth hugging his cock, threatening to squeeze him dry so early. Gale was so deliciously wet, dripping in a mixture of Astarion’s saliva, his own arousal and thick blood - all now coated his cock. He couldn’t wait to mess it up further with his own spend.
Gale leant back on the desk, fatigue overcoming his body as he allowed Astarion to use him as he pleased. He moaned as pale hands began to explore olive skin, fingers digging into the soft flesh of his stomach, kneading at the curve of his breast, pinching a pebbled nipple just to hear Gale’s sigh of delight. Astarion watched him with hungry eyes, concentrating on the way long sweat-soaked hair fell against Gale’s shoulders, exposing his neck and fading bite scars - evidence of Astarion’s past meals.
“Gods, you’re delicious. Fuck .” Astarion growled through gritted teeth, baring his fangs in the candlelight as he thrusted up into Gale, met with soft, excited moans with every push of his hips.
Gale minded him back, observing the vampire through his eyelashes. He saw that hunger, he knew that hunger. He wasn’t one to deny Astarion the pleasures he desires, eager to sacrifice his body to see and hear more of Astarion’s bliss. As much of a treat it was to feed his husband on his unfortunate monthly inconvenience , he was eager to give a more substantial meal.
“As-Astarion,” Gale whined, rolling his head forward to meet Astarion’s striking gaze, “I give you permission.”
Astarion dipped down, chest now flush with Gale’s own, pressing a kiss to his faded orb scar, lapping up the savoury sweat that lay between his supple breasts. “For what, my darling?”
Gale moaned as a particular roll of the hips met with the sensitive ring of his cervix, the painful sensation soon dampened by the overwhelming pleasure of it all. He needed Astarion closer, head already swimming
“Feast on me, Astarion. Bleed me dry.”
“Well, when you say it so desperately - how can I deny such a request?” Astarion purred, not hesitating to sink his fangs into the man’s throat, biting down harshly on the soft flesh.
As always, the pain was sharp and sudden, the initial prick an electric shock with how it stunned Gale’s system. Soon, it is replaced by that familiar cold numbness as Astarion withdraws and begins to drink, feasting on his blood in gentle gulps. The blood loss makes Gale head swim and arousal pool deep in his core.
Astarion moans around Gale’s throat, fresh crimson now pumping through his veins, invigorating him and warming his cold body. There’s a shiver as the blood pouring down his throat pairs with the warm ichor rolling down his cock, dripping off the curve of his balls and to the carpet below.
He rocked into Gale, grinding his tip into that stiff ring deep inside, so deliciously low whilst on his cycle. It twitched eagerly against him, practically begging Astarion to fill Gale, and how could he not? After taking so much from the man, he deserved a little something back.
With a hum, Astarion pressed ever closer, bearing down on the supple mound of Gale’s cunt, grinding his mons to the forgotten cock hidden beneath.
“Astarion, I’m- Fuck , I’m close-” Gale keened between breathes, head lolling back as the blood poured out of him in steady gulps.
Astarion could only groan eagerly in reply, never one to speak with his mouth full. His own peak was fast approaching, that tight knot deep within pulling ever tighter with every greedy clench around his cock.
Gale’s second orgasm came first, a sudden surge of energy crashing through him as he jolted upwards in Astarion’s hold, nails gripping to his back with a sharp cry. Arms fly around Astarion’s neck as Gale clenches around him tight, the slight impression of his small cock twitching as the sensation passes in waves. The movement of it all almost jostled Astarion free, letting a few streaks of red leak free, oozing down Gale’s neck and chest.
Astarion follows soon after, Gale’s aftershocks practically milking him as he releases deep inside - stifling a moan by biting back down on Gale’s throat.
They stay like that for a second, taking pause as Gale sucks in deep breaths, and Astarion savours the sweet warmth around his softening cock, and delicious taste still coating his tongue.
Eventually, Astarion detaches himself from Gale’s neck with a gasp, blood still dripping slowly from the punctures and down across Gale’s chest. Red coated Astarion’s teeth, a syrupy mixture of blood and saliva blending in the corners of his mouth - a thick strand of the stuff still links them, trailing from Astarion’s agape mouth, down to the open wound on Gale’s throat.
They’re both sheen with sweat, and between their legs is a mess of red and white, Astarion’s spend weeping from Gale’s cunt, along with red streaks of blood, pooling on the chair and sliding down the softening length of Astarion’s cock.
With a hum, Astarion greedily licks what drips from his lips, before dipping back in to clean up his mess.
Gale sighs as Astarion laps at the puncture wounds, cleaning off any leftovers until the wound coagulates. His eyes drift close as the mouth drifts ever lower, licking off whatever trickled below.
Astarion groans when he’s all done, finally full and satisfied, slipping back up to press a sweaty kiss to Gale’s forehead.
“Are you okay, darling?”
“Mhm,” Gale mumbles vaguely, refusing to open his eyes, “I believe I’ll be able to sleep now.”
Astarion laughed, glad to see Gale in good spirits despite the blood loss. “Let’s get you in a bath first, hm? Then we can slip you right into bed.”
“Carry me, ‘Starion.” Gale mumbles, voice whiny, head floating in the clouds. “Don’t want to walk.”
“Wouldn’t dream of letting you, after giving me such a lovely meal,” Astarion insists, scooping Gale up into his arms with a soft grunt.
The wizard may be heavy, and as Astarion stumbles them both over to the stairs, leading up to their shared bedroom, he knows the struggle will be worth it.