Underworld: Viktor/Kraven
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld
Characters/Pairing: Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: 6: Lust
Word Count: 531
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not responsible for pouting boytoys!
Author's Notes:
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Viktor always got what he wanted; at least this was the way things were suppose to be. The elder watched with irritated amusement as his Regent strutted in front of the entire gathering, how could Viktor not watch, the boy was dressed for prowling and made sure everyone knew it. Kraven was a pretty faced thief and whore whom thus far had been forbidden from the Elder’s bed. Not that the boy hadn’t tried on many times to invite himself there; Viktor simply wanted to play hard to get.
A small smile curled across the Elder’s mouth, a single slender finger traced his own lip before licking it, daydreaming once more of what Kraven’s mouth would taste like. How that long shapely body would feel against him, under him; would the Regent smell just as intoxicating close up as he did when Kraven breezed by Viktor in the hallways; would that pale perfect skin be as soft feeling as it appeared, would it bruise easily; Viktor wanted to know.
The Elder shifted his stance still studying the Coven’s Regent. The boy oozed pure lust and raw sex with just a look from those bedroom eyes and a voice that had charmed and lured the innocent but hadn’t work on Viktor, not when Kraven was bragging and dropping innuendos left and right and all within ear shot of Viktor. The Elder’s patience for his offspring and so called Regent were wearing thin as the boy fixed him with a hungry look from across the room. A frown marred Viktor’s features as Kraven’s delicate and bejeweled hand traced a path from those pouting full lips, over curve of chin, down the sway of that neck to pause ever so slightly at the plunging opening of the expensive black silk shirt Kraven wore, a single fingertip tracing slow circles at the exposed skin before the brat coyly turned away from the Elder, knowing smirk on that damn perfect mouth!
Viktor chuckled, drank the last of his spiced blood, set the cup down and excused himself motioning for his assistant to come closer. Kraven had taunted him for the last time; tonight the boy would bend to the Elder’s will once and for all. No more teasing, no more innuendos, no more coy looks or ‘innocent’ touches. Viktor always got what he wanted as he told his assistant to have the Regent come to his bed chamber and wait for him there.
The Elder waited just long enough for the message to be delivered to his Regent, to see Kraven’s widening eyes, watched as the vampire did his best to search the room for Viktor yet appear un interested, could almost hear Kraven’s rapid pulse as the Elder’s blue eyes picked out the beat of it at the Regent’s throat. Viktor slowly ran his tongue over his fangs, yes he always got what he wanted and what the Elder wanted tonight was not only a pretty faced youngling with dark hair whom Viktor had already picked out but also wanted his bragging strutting Regent to remain seated in the Elder’s waiting room just outside his bed chamber for the remainder of the night.
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