50 Dark Fics: Prompt 7
Title: First Awaking
Author: tattooedraven
Fandom: Underworld: General Series
Characters: Implied Phoenix/Santiago, Phoenix/Viktor, implied Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: 007, Awakening
Word Count: 4625, took me almost 3 months to write this.
Rating: **NC-17**
Author's Notes: This is a - duh! - a very dark fic, Viktor doesn't play nice all the time and he takes many liberties with his servants, including Phoenix. Involves knife play, perhaps a hint of D/S, you've been warned!
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Homecoming of a sorts
Takes place just after Vitkor's first awakening with the new American Elder.
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The moment he walked through his door he knew the boy was not there. Viktor paused, blue eyes narrowing as the over whelming heat of his fireplace engulfed him. Sweat instantly appearing between his shoulder blades even as the slow smile graced his lips.
“What have you done with him Phoenix.” The elder approached the roaring blaze stopping at the leather chairs that sat before the great fire, his senior advisor lounging like a sleek jaguar upon one chair; casually seated, long legs swung over one arm, his back slouched against the corner of the plush seat.
The noble born Spaniard looked up at the older vampire, sly grin on his features as he sipped from a moisture slick glass, tongue licking at a droplet of water. “Oh your bed toy will be back,” he lazily uttered, dipping a finger into the glass then holding it poised over his lips then lapped at the water that fell from it.
“Phoenix.” The name was gently uttered thunder.
The sprawled vampire tipped his head back, laughing, hazel eyes dancing with mischievousness. “I told you do not concern your self about him.” The lazy smile grew more. “I have journeyed all this way to see your awakening and can you not greet me properly?”
“If you have harmed him in any way.”
“Stop it!” Phoenix finally snapped his patience wearing thin. “He is fine that is all you need know, keep your attention where it should be.”
“Where Is He.”
“Aya! Bien he is how shall we say, otherwise occupied.” The noble born shifted restlessly, long fingers slipping along the opening of his white shirt that was damp from his body heat . “I have come all this way to see you, I have missed you mi amigo, could you not for once return the gesture.”
“You mean you’ve come to get fucked.” Viktor casually slipped off his over coat, pointedly ignoring the knowing smirk on the reclining man’s face. The heat was forcing him to strip off his vest as well as the elder shot the man in his chair a hard look when Phoenix gave a light laugh at his actions.
“It is warm, no?” He nodded towards the fire. “Shall I stoke it more?” the Spaniard rolled his ‘r’s. “Build the heat up?”
Viktor’s gaze narrowed even further, he knew the man was doing this on purpose. “Trying to relieve memories Phoenix? Or is it Francisco.” The elder loosened his undershirt as well clenching his teeth as the other man’s smile deepened at his actions.
“I am who you say I am.” Phoenix quirked uncoiling from the chair, “As it has been all these centuries.” He drawled his accent becoming more pronounced as he slowly circled the older man. “So what if I am wanting to relive memories, why do you care.” He cooed stopping behind the fair haired man, his breath cool against the heated skin. “It is not like you are in love with me.”
“And what if I say you are a begging whore.” Viktor smirked feeling hands to his hips. “You are correct, I don’t care.” The elder retorted glancing over his shoulder feeling the Spaniard mold himself against his backside. “And what of your ‘true love’, your priest hum? What will he think once he learns of your presence here.”
Phoenix scowled, he wouldn’t think of Santiago right now, he’d come to see the elder as he’d always done at every awakening. “If you want me to be your whore, bien, I am what my lord commands, just give me what I want.” The noble born huskily uttered, sliding his hands around to the man’s belly, claws scratching as he pulled the elder’s shirt free of his trousers not even bothering with buttons as he gave a hard tug and tore the garment open a primal growl in his throat as hands sought out bare skin. “Please Lord Viktor how can this servant pleasure you?” Phoenix cooed thrusting his hips forwards his groin already taking interest in the man he held.
A soft chuckle left Viktor as he caught the wandering hands, squeezing hard. If Phoenix wanted to play this game he was completely for it. “Oh you will please me my Spanish whore." the elder purred as he used his strength to pull the younger man around to face him, jerking Phoenix closer to him by his arm. "You will please me because I know you Phoenix, I know your mind and your body."
The noble born wouldn't loose control of this game as he tried to twist his arm free but yelp as the elder really clamped down on him. "Aya! V-viktor!"
"It's 'Master' my toreador, say it." The fair haired man slipped his free arm around the trim and muscular body. "You started this Phoenix," the elder drew the noble born flush against him, leaning down to nuzzle his neck. "Now say it."
"A-amo!"
"English Phoenix, I want to hear it in English." The older man bit and nipped at the pulse point of the long neck. "Now tell me why you are here my pretty whore."
Phoenix's head was growing dizzy from the heat of the fire and the heat of the elder's body pressed against his, it was always hard to think when the man was this close, near impossible with his breath against his skin. "Por favor amo! Ah!" he yelped as the older vampire pierced his skin with razor sharp teeth tearing delicate tissue.
"I told you to speak in English!" Viktor kept pushing, forcing Phoenix backwards. "I think you are here because your weakling lover can't give you what you need."
“”Mentiras!” (Lies!) the Spaniard hissed, “Santiago es un caballero,” (Santiago is a gentleman --")
The elder laughed cutting off Phoenix in mid sentence, "You mean to say he is naive, I would bet your finest steeds he was a virgin, that you were, are his first lover."
"Stop this!" Phoenix pulled against the grip on his arm.
"He doesn't know about your dark side does he Phoenix. Or perhaps he’s just afraid of hurting you.”
“Amo por favor.” The Spaniard felt the heat of the fire from the fire place once more upon his backside sending a tremble of excitement through him which not lost on the elder.
“I’m not afraid of it my toreador,” the blue eyed man took both wrists raising them upwards over Phoenix’s head. “Don’t move them from there.” Was the softly spoken command as Viktor let go in favor of sliding his hands down the man’s arms, over ribs, flanks to hips his gaze never leaving the younger vampire’s face. “Such an obedient servant you make.” The elder cooed his fingers hooking up the white shirt Phoenix wore, “Patience is a virtue my wild Spaniard and it saves the seamstress from sewing buttons back on.” Viktor chuckled taking his time to undo the front of Phoenix’s shirt.
The younger vampire clenched and unclenched his hands, his breathing becoming deeper as he felt the stirring in his belly making him shift his hips, shift from one foot to the other. “Please touch me.” Phoenix uttered licking his lips how he wanted to touch that long lean body. “Ohhhhh blessed desert sands,” he couldn’t hold his arms up any longer so he started to lower them.
The Spaniard really did cry out as his wrists where clamped down upon in a grip so tight and hard he felt for sure bones would be crushed as Viktor snarled jerking the man forwards only to shove him back slamming his arms against the mantle of the great fireplace, spread wide like a private cruxifixation then leaned in and pinned the noble born there. “I told you to keep them up, can you not obey one simple command!”
"Ah - Amo!" Phoenix panted as out of instinct he tried to jerk his arms away from the branding heat of the fireplace for he'd been burning it for a great deal of the evening. His skin already beginning to blister from the intensity as the elder held him in place. "It hurts!" he snarled through clenched teeth.
"Tis the price of disobedience Phoenix." Viktor cooed. "Now don't move them again." The elder smiled pressing himself against Phoenix while commanding. “Lower one arm at a time so I may undress you.” One more the older vampire placed hands to the body before him, loosing the shirt the noble born wore, one arm at a t time earning him a groan before repositioned the Spaniard’s body with his arms raised.
Phoenix trembled, “¡Demasiado caliente!” (Too hot!) he breathily uttered his hips twitching as the elder undid his pants letting them slither to the floor, stepping free of them his cock already hardening “Por favor amo toqúeme.” (touch me) The younger vampire could hardly withstand the tension as he hungrily watched Viktor undo his own belt and pulled it free before dropping it to the floor. Phoenix couldn’t wait any longer! With a growl he gripped the elder’s waist, fingers undoing the buttons and zipper then yelped when a hand locked around his wrists once more, the iron clad grip bending them backwards until Phoenix cried out dropping to one knee, cursing as his toes brushed against coals from the fire. “Viktor!” the vampire jerked forwards but was pushed back and held in place by the vampire lord.
“Master.” The blue eyed man patiently corrected still applying pressure to the wrists in his hands. “Say it Phoenix. Say it so we can get on to why you are here.”
The noble born trembled from not only the heat behind him but the steady and un natural bend of his arms, his head bowed slightly as he worked to get the words out. “Amo por favor” he breathily uttered looking up at the fair haired man a soft grunt leaving him. “Por favor…”
“There was that so difficult?” were the smirked words before Viktor pushed more bending the wrists further making Phoenix buckle even more under the discomfort. “Now you may finish undressing me.” The elder finally let go then standing expectantly.
Phoenix couldn’t stop the sigh that left him as he gently massaged his wrists after they were let go then he smirked up at his Sire tipping his head in mock fashion. “As my Elder commands, so shall I obey.” Long fingers reached for and undid the man’s slacks, gave a tug to them as they fell to the floor, the noble born then lifted each foot pushing the garment away before kissing the inside of man’s legs his grin deepening as he took up the growing arousal just before him, his gaze never leaving the older man’s. Deft hands stroked and caress the elder, “Amo.” He all but purred, “I want to suck you.” Phoenix scooted closer grateful to move away from the fire.
The Spaniard licked his lips before leaning forwards and gave the man’s cock a long slow lick. A moan leaving him as he scooted closer still to lick again; hands still stroking, moving the hard flesh so he could take a longer, lick from root to tip before sucking on the full head then swirling his tongue around the flush skin. Phoenix felt the spark of his own arousal the more he licked but gave a half growl half whimper when Viktor took hold of his wrist gain, applying pressure in a warning gesture.
“As much as a delicious sight of you on your knees with your mouth full my proud toreador,” the elder pulled the other vampire to his feet, his free hand slipping behind the man’s head to dig fingers in to locks of soft hair and held him tight. “I did not give you permission to taste me.” The blue eyed man pressed against the Spaniard, his mouth already covering Phoenix’s while snapping the man’s arms outwards once more. Smashing wrists against the fire place, swallowing the noble born’s cries of pain as his skin was once more burned upon the mantle as he enjoyed the way Phoenix bucked against him in an attempt to escape the fire and heat.
“Amo T-too much, too hot!” where the panted words as Phoenix pushed against the hands that held him in place, “Please Viktor.”
“Tsk-tsk Phoenix when will you learn to obey me.” The elder chided. “Now keep your hands where they are.” The fair haired man cooed letting go of the wrists, his hands sliding once more over the well built arms, lips already attacking flush skin as the elder nipped and kissed the neck before he chuckled and in a slow deliberate move laid claws to the chest before him then slowly scored the skin from neck to belly opening free flowing wounds.
A gasp and wide eye look was all Phoenix could manage as the fresh pain stole what rational thought he had especially when the older vampire bent and began to lick at the inflicted wounds. How he wanted to move his arms, his head tipping back as that soft tongue worked its way down his chest and low upon his body. The Spaniard was panting with need, his arousal becoming unbearable, his backside heated to the point of painful numbness when he felt a claw tapping at the scar on his chest.
“What is this?” It was more a demand than question that was accompanied by a raised eyebrow
Phoenix swallowed hard as he looked to where he burned himself with Santiago’s crucifix. The noble born flushed and looked away for he done it purely out of selfish reasons and it was too personal to explain even to the elder.
Blue eyes narrowed as claws kept tapping, “I see.” Was all the elder quietly spoke. “You have become bewitched by that man.”
Phoenix flushed deeply as he watched the elder walk away, somewhat confused. Should he leave? Were they done? Could he lower his arms? Too lost in questions and conflicting emotions he gave a start when strong fingers locked around his right arm holding it even harder against the mantel. Phoenix swallowed hard as he saw the dagger that was pressed against his exposed wrist, parallel with his arm just below his palm. It took all his years of training not to jerk away as he breathily uttered. “W-what are you doing?” he looked from the dagger to the elder’s face and back again to the blade upon his wrist.
“Since when did you become such a religious man Phoenix, hum?” Blue eyes narrowed. “It was because of him, this priest, that you reclaimed your mortal name.” the grip around his arm tightened more, “Tell me my toreador, does he utter it in your ear, softly like he’s telling you a secret while fucking what is mine!”
Phoenix cried out, jerking his arm against the immovable grip as the dagger sunk into his skin. “AMO!”
“First your name and now he is so bold to leave a mark! This priest goes too far.” The vampire lord moved the blade with the precision of a surgeon as he kept pushing, moving past fragile bones, cutting through muscle, slipping it between tendons, slicing through Phoenix’s wrist with ease until the tip came to rest against the fireplace mantel.
He couldn’t think straight, how it hurt! The blade was slim, sharp causing breath stealing pain as another cry was wrenched from the noble born as the elder rammed the blade into the mantle pinning Phoenix to the fireplace the blade heating up and slowing the blood loss before Phoenix’s own healing abilities kicked in.
“How many times will I be forced to remind you Phoenix that you belong to me, that you are my servant, your loyalties are mine to do with as I please.” The elder produced a second matching blade his grip shifting to the other arm. “Since you are insisting on bearing such religious marks I shall leave mine own.”
Phoenix had a hard time drawing breath, how his wrist hurt, the heat almost un bearable as he watched the elder press the second blade against his skin. “Please Viktor.” He hardly spoke before a second cry of pain was wrenched from him as the older man repeated his actions. The dagger cutting into the noble born’s other wrist, taking his time to avoid permanent damage until the tip came to rest against the mantle. "Just a bit further." The blue eyed man murmured before he stabbed the blade home into the fireplace frame, the sound of Phoenix's yell filling the bed chamber.
The Spaniard's strength slowly left him and he began to sag but the feel of strong arms around his midsection kept him from falling as Viktor held him up. "No my toreador no passing out on me, we’re just getting started."
He was so close Phoenix could smell the sweet wine on the elder’s breath as he forced himself to think to remain focused enough to speak, “A-amo,” he looked to the man’s intense blue eyes, feeling his earlier bravado crumbling under the kiss of both blades. He felt weak and exposed before his one time lover, making him tremble as Viktor took hold of his chin forcing him to look at the elder.
“You wanted my attention, now you have it. Completely. You wanted me to see your priest’s mark and I have, now you bare mine.” The vampire warrior slowly let go of the body he held. “Yes that’s it Phoenix, hold your self up.”
“No, please Viktor it hurts! Ah - Por favor!” Phoenix’s breath was short and quick as his arms felt the shift in position and pressure making his entire body shake adding to the torment as a long low string of curses left him as younger vampire was forced to stand on his own, the heat on his backside becoming like a living brand.
“There, you see? I knew you were strong my fledgling, it was one of the reasons I chose you.” The elder took a few steps back to admire his handiwork. “Beautiful.” He hardly spoke before moving to press up against the younger vampire’s body. Long fingers tracing the out line of a nipple while the other hand reached downwards to take up the noble born’s lax flesh and began to stroke. “Come on my proud toreador, you can do this, it’s what you wanted yes?”
To move his hands was pure agony, to have his arms moved even more so as Phoenix was caught between such conflicting sensations as the elder stroked and caressed him to semi hardness while the daggers kept him from moving. A soft moan left him as Phoenix found his mouth sealed by the elder’s, a warm tongue exploring him before that mouth moved over his chin, down his neck, nipping at his pulse point. “Be strong Phoenix, I know you can be, I know you want this, you want me, come on proud Spaniard show me the heat and fire inside you; let it out My Phoenix.”
“Sweet desert sands!” he breathily uttered feeling half horrified his body was actually responding; realizing he was actually straining to reach for the man’s mouth crying out softly as he pulled against the daggers making him pant with pain and need. “Mi amo! Por favor!” He hungrily devourer that mouth when the elder kissed him, needing to clami all of the man, needing to escape the heat, the pain, the fire of different kind between his legs as Phoenix stared with blue eyes at the elder when he pulled away from the kiss. “Damn you man!” he snapped, “Stop teasing me! Give me what I need! What I want for protecting your bed toy while you slumbered!”
Blue eyes narrowed as the elder gripped the Spaniard’s chin, “Explain.” Even if the older vampire never ceased touching, stroking, petting the cock he held.
“Y-your mate had b-been reduced to a slave boy by L-lord Richard! He was whipped, beaten… Ahhhhh…! It was me who took him from h-here, took Kraven to my Home! Protected him! Tended and healed him! Kept h-him from falling back to the A-american’s hands.” Phoenix felt his strength failing him again under the release of his anger as he began to tremble trying to hold him self upright as he gave the man a pleading look. “Please Viktor, it hurts.” He took a shaky breath, “Give me relief or let me go.”
The sound of the dying fire was the only sound between the two vampires as Viktor regarded the pinned man then reached for one dagger and with a tight grin yanked it free of the vampire’s skin, his free arm already catching Phoenix as the Spaniard cried out once more. “What am I going to do with you my proud Spaniard.” The elder softly spoke shifting his stance so he could pull free the second dagger dropping them both to the floor since he practically had to hold Phoenix up as the noble born panted through the pain as he weakly tried move further away from the heat of the fire but the elder gave a sly smile before taking up the man’s wrists in one hand wrenching another yelp then pressed Phoenix against the wall next to the great fire place. “Oh I’m not done with you my toreador.” He tightened his hold upon the wrists as Phoenix snarled and snapped as his burned backside touched the wall.
“By all means my loyal servant, allow me to show my gratitude for keeping Kraven safe for me.” A light chuckle left the elder as Phoenix growled even more. “Don’t be this way Phoenix,” Viktor purred against the man’s skin, pressing harder all but crushing the noble born between him and the wall. “I am giving you what you wanted and in return I keep what has been mine all along.” He nuzzled the man’s neck before nipping at it hard enough to leave teeth imprints. “I still have you.” He triumphantly uttered gripping the man’s hips and hefted Phoenix against the wall. “Now prove it, wrap those long legs of yours around me, let me in you, let me take you, fuck you, keep what is mine and always will be mine.”
“Mother Spain!” Phoenix gasped as he was expectedly manipulated by his one time lover, how he hated the fact the man knew him so well! Hated how he indeed slipped his legs around that trim waist, kissed him, drank from that mouth, cut his lips and tongue on the elder’s fangs, licked and nipped at the fair skin, clutched the man closer to him ignoring the discomfort of his back and breathing through the pain of his wrists.
“If you claim I am yours then I still lay claim to Viktor of Moldavia!” Phoenix desperately uttered, feeling the man’s arousal pressing at his rump. “Do it! Take me!” The noble born tipped his head back, resting it against the wall as the older man pushed inside him, his breathing becoming even more eradicate, claws digging into the shoulders and flanks as he held onto the elder until the man was fully rested within him. “You w-were mine long b-before that brat came along. Ah Viktor!” Phoenix lost all coherent thought as his last statement provoked the reaction he wanted as the blue eyed man thrust hard inside him bringing a devious grin to his lips as Phoenix all but purred. “You can’t deny it and you know it.”
Blue eyes narrowed as the elder let go and all but dropped the man he had been holding earning him a snarl and glare before he latched onto a wounded wrist resulting in a yelp and muttered Spanish curses as the elder smiled and flipped the man around to face the wall, sparing a small look at Phoenix’s burned backside before shoving him against the wall once more. “You have no claim over me Francisco,” he bent the arm he was holding high wrenching a cry from the held man, bracing his free hand between Phoenix’s shoulder blades then drove himself back inside the warm body.
The noble born clawed the wall with his free hand, the motion and the iron grip to his other arm causing such pain to his damaged wrists as he tried to push back but was soundly flattened against the wall and warm breath and heated words uttered against his skin.
“So long as you are still with that priest my toreador you have no claim over me!” the vampire lord sank claws into the fresh wound forcing another cry of pain from the Spaniard even as he thrust harder and deeper. “Keep this in mind every time you fuck him, every time your wrists ache or hurt because of my marks form this night, think upon what we have done here and remember my words!” the elder felt his release begin deep inside his belly as sweat worked up once more upon his back from his efforts, emotions and the still suffocating heat inside his chamber, giving a last few harsh thrusts to the man before him and came hard claws digging even deeper into the wrist he held resisting the urge to sink fangs into the warm flesh and supp but instead leaned heavily against the noble born while he caught his breath.
How did the man do this to him every time! Phoenix heatedly thought between alternating waves of pain and pleasure as he couldn’t find the strength to push back or resist the man, nor free him self even as part of him found he didn’t want to be let go by the older man as his own release struck like lightening, washing over him making him tremble and a long low moan left him as Phoenix waited for the elder to ease his grip. Now that the rush of coupling was fading everything that had been done to him caught up with a vengeance as Phoenix worked to keep his moans of pains inside as he dared to quietly utter. “Amo?” When there was no response he spoke again, “Viktor please it hurts.” He tried to move the arm the elder still held and found the grip as unyielding as ever then held perfectly still as he felt the older man growl and instead of letting go of his arm, the elder pushed it higher making him cry out again.
“I am only going to ask you this one more time Phoenix,” the vampire lord’s voice was low and dangerous. “Where is my mate.”
Blistering anger flared to life inside the noble born! He couldn’t believe his ears, after all this, all Viktor could think of was his fledgling! “Where else would he be, but in his room!” Phoenix snarled between clenched teeth,
“You think I would harm him after protecting him this last half century!” Phoenix felt betrayed, hurt and so very angry! “Let me go damn you!” and just like that he was let go almost stumbling and loosing his footing using the wall to keep himself upright. The noble born slowly turned around and found the elder redressing, he was almost shaking with renewed fury as Phoenix cradled his wrists while he watched the older man adjust his clothing then move to the door that separated them from where Kraven was in the next room.
“You saw yourself in and you can see yourself out.” Was all the elder spoke before he gave one last look at Phoenix then slipped into the other room, the door shutting and the distinct sound of the lock engaging filling grand chamber around Phoenix.
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