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It is between the hoard of grinding people that Cellbit sees him.
Even with his back to him, Cellbit would recognize this man anywhere. Even blind and deaf, just the slight snuff of his scent is enough. Spicy, which is weird for someone of his kind, with a sweet touch of copper that is characteristic of fresh blood. The smell of someone recently killed.
It would make one think he's already made victims today, but Cellbit knows better. Knows about the great repulse he has of the putrid cadaver scent vampires are bound to have and the lengths he goes to mask it on himself.
He doesn't turn when Cellbit approaches, even though Cellbit knows he noticed him a long time ago.
"I thought it smelled like death in here,"
Roier turns, huge smile on his face, the fakest Cellbit has ever seen. He's becoming good at this.
"Says the man who smells like wet dog." His frown is assessing, looking Cellbit up and down with a curious glint in his eyes. "You guys are here too?"
"Yeah, it's part of our territory, so don't even think about it."
From afar, he sees Bagi sending him a look, a pale brow raised at him. She knows Roier very well too, but she knows Cellbit even more. He sends her a signal to keep her patrolling, she rolls her eyes so hard he feels dizzy for her, but leaves him at it.
"This place is protected by us, so you better leave before we have to act."
Roier scoffs.
"And what are you gonna do, puppy?" The dog comparations aren't new, and yet Cellbit can't help but fall for this bait every single time. It just makes his already hot blood boil. "Some of us need to eat"
"Then go and search the woods for some deer, I'm sure you can find some"
"Oh, no thanks, I'm vegetarian" He smiles sweetly.
He's a little changed. His hair is shorter and more modern this time, he wears thick black clothes which help protect his sensitive skin from any light, and it makes the blood stains less visible too. He still wears the same young face from two hundred years ago, his skin supports a tanned tone that is eccentric for someone of his kind. Beautiful as always, glistening with a life he doesn't have.
And as impertinent as always too.
"So you're not here to kill any of those people, then? Glad to hear!"
"Oh no, I eat people, it's the animals that I spare. They're innocent, you know?"
"Haha" Cellbit deadpans. "Funny as always, no? Why don't you go looking for someone who deserves it, then? A serial killer, a convict, a politician. Hell, a billionaire even. Do some good while you're at it."
Roier's face twists in disgust.
"Who do you think I am, huh? I only eat good stuff, not this kind of trash."
"I'm just saying it's funny that you come looking for drunk teenagers in a frat party instead of finding someone your size." Cellbit straightens his shoulders and puffs his chest, trying to make his point as clear as glass.
Roier laughs, seemingly baffled. "Are you offering? Nah, I'd take that billionaire over mutt blood anyday."
It hits the nail on the head, pulls on a bad vein. The sharp pain of centuries old rejection that still stings. Cellbit conceals his expression, leaving only the serious and threatening scowl.
"Leave." He takes a step forward, coming face to face with the vampire. Up and close, his smell is even more overwhelming. He's become stronger over the years too, Cellbit notices by the way his natural scent doesn't slip through the smell of fresh blood even when they're nose to nose, even to a snout as good as Cellbit's.
Roier's amber-red eyes shine with mirth, a satisfied little insolent smile pulls the corners of his beautiful mouth up. Cellbit's lupine heart picks up speed, doing full leaps, zooming around inside his chest. It's too much. It's been years, he has to get over this at some point.
In truth, he knows better.
Roier doesn't even flinch with the closeness, much less with Cellbit's try of a threat. He raises his head high, his nose almost squished against Cellbit's, and raises an eyebrow. "Or what"
"I got a new shiny weapon you have yet to meet, by the way." Hidden away under his jacket, strapped to his utility belt, is the brand new silver dagger.
"Let me guess: silver?" his eyes squint, the son of a bitch, happy to hear about this. "Show me."
"I'm not joking, I know your weakness. It'd be an honor to impale you on it. Christen it with vampire blood."
Roier's smile turns into a smirk, youthfully rascal, and he shakes Cellbit's resolve by taking his hand in response, placing it on his chest, left side, atop his dead, unbeating heart.
"Do it, then. Right here, right now. Stab me where it counts. But you have to kill me, Cellbit. I swear, make sure I'm gone, because I know your weakness too."
Cellbit's breath shakes, his hands trembling where he is touching Roier. It's been so long... He was supposed to have it sorted out.
It makes him angry, the reaction of his body. Years and years spent on training, becoming strong, fighting impossible fights, winning them, surviving even when the stats were against him, forming his own little pack, gaining trust and respect, first from other werewolves, and soon from older, stronger beings of all kind. Against all odds, Cellbit beat the prophecy written for him when he was just a pup, all with his own sheer will.
And yet, all it takes is a touch of Roier's hand on his, even in this context, for him to shake and be reduced back to when he was just a little lone wolf, young and weepy.
With his teeth gritted, he slaps Roier's hand away and takes advantage of the closeness to grab the collar of his shirt and pull.
Their mouths meet in a hard crash that probably hurt, but Cellbit can't really feel it, more focused on the sensation of those lips against his again, hundreds of years later.
Despite the rough start, they still fit perfectly, their mouths familiar with each other even though they haven't kissed that many times before. It's a bit different too, Cellbit notices with an ugly bitter feeling of jealousy raising, because Roier is more experienced. He's assertive, pushing his tongue inside Cellbit's mouth, bursting his way inside without asking permission, and they don't knock teeth like they used to.
Roier's fingers find their way between the longer part of Cellbit's hair, a strong grip as he pushes Cellbit's face closer, as if he would ever try to pull away. Cellbit, on the other hand, is grabbing his waist forcefully, leaving any shame aside, he pulls until their groins collide.
"You finally learned how to do this, huh" Roier teases, panting for air.
"You never complained before."
"Didn't have much to compare, but once I did" he laughs, loudly and mocking. "Oh, boy, I realized all I was missing."
He is trying to get a rise out of him, Cellbit knows it. It's what he always does, but unfortunately, Cellbit can't help but fall for it. He seethes.
"And still, you're here."
"It was just the nostalgia… Unfortunately, if this is all you can give me, I'll just have to let the past go, after all."
That makes Cellbit hold on to him tighter, which brings a satisfied smile to Roier's face.
"I'll give you something to shut your bratty mouth."
He starts dragging Roier roughly all through the house towards the utility room that's more towards the back, a more private place.
"Aren't we eager, puppy? And the party, are you going to leave them unattended?"
They go inside the cramped space and Cellbit closes the door.
"You're the danger, baby. I'm watching you very closely." Cellbit kisses his neck, letting his hands roam all over his body
"And what makes you think I came alone?"
This gives Cellbit a pause. He's ashamed to admit, it is not because of the safety of the people out there if there is another vampire in the house, but because as far as Cellbit knows, Roier likes hunting alone.
"Who would you come with?"
The secretive smile he gives makes Cellbit want to probe. Who? He knows Roier has friends, knows some of them too, but they scatter around the country when they eat, so it doesn't raises any suspicions of weird "neck bite, blood drained" attacks. Making two victims in one night at the same place just for the indulgence of hunting with a friend would be stupid, and Roier is too smart to do that.
Unless.
The only case where it is allowed and encouraged for vampires to eat together is when they're a bonded pair.
A couple.
Without noticing, Cellbit growls, territorial.
"Look at you, if I could see your tail, I bet it'd be so agitated right now," Roier is laughing at his face, very openly. He's a tease, and as much as he makes Cellbit mad, he can't stop the feeling. It's jealousy, possessiveness, territorial. This is his and Cellbit doesn't like to share. "You know you have no right to be like this, right?"
Cellbit huffs, letting the air hit Roier's face in the cramped space, until his breathing is back to normal. He's right, he has no right. But also,
"If you had someone, you wouldn't be here with me." and if he did have someone and still were here with Cellbit, it meant it wasn't anything valued.
"Who's to say that?" You're not like that is what Cellbit wants to say, but maybe it is too raw, and it opens breaches for Roier to say things he doesn't want to hear, things that will take another few hundred years to heal, and just superficially while the deeper parts keep bleeding and bleeding and hurting for the rest of Cellbit's long life. So he doesn't say it.
"It doesn't matter, Bagi is outside too." He goes back to business, sick of this conversation. Talking about this almost killed all the excitement enough to make him too limp to follow through, but he has Roier trapped into a closed space, accepting his kisses and touches, so he won't, can't lose this opportunity.
"Bagi! It's been so long since I saw her. How is the only nice person in the family going?"
"I don't wanna talk about my sister while my dick is hard, Roier. Do you wanna fuck or do you wanna chat?"
"If I said chat, you'd be so mad, wouldn't you, puppy boy"
He would.
"But you won't," He says with a confidence he doesn't feel, but he hides it well. The truth is that he'd go home with his tail between his legs and weep for a few years while licking his broken heart to mend it. "Because you want this just as much."
The answer comes with a shove and a hot mouth back on his. They kiss hot and hard, and he can already tell this isn't gonna be good for him long term. Such a stupid idea, becoming addicted to something so impossible to get. But the wet heat of that mouth, the little whimpers he lets out whenever Cellbit squeezes his hips harder, the slow movement of his hips against Cellbit's, it all just makes up a scene straight from Cellbit's teenage wet dreams.
Cellbit pulls Roier even closer, making a small grinding movement between their groins, while Roier has his way with his neck. Noticing this, Cellbit tilts his head to the side, baring his neck for him to do as he pleases. It gives Roier a surprised pause, with how close he was to the werewolfs in the past, he knows what a big sign of trust and submission it is for a werewolf to bare his throat. Cellbit doesn't comment, still offering, and Roier makes the smart decision of not questioning.
He shoves his face there, sniffing in a way that makes Cellbit want to laugh. He looks like one of the kids that are born werewolf and don't know yet how to control their snouts. If Roier knew he was being compared to the were-kind, he'd kill Cellbit on the spot.
He pulls back, eyelashes fluttering , breathing deeply. His eyes are red, dark and unnatural, purple-blue veins grow and pulse under his eyebags, his fangs overgrown outside his mouth, sharp and violent, imploring to break skin and feed.
Cellbit's cock jumps at the sight of Roier so out of control. He's only seen this once, in a completely different context. Even when he's eating, he's able to hides his features.
With a trembling hand, Cellbit holds his nape and makes him look him in the eyes.
"Is it good? Do I smell good?"
Roier nods, looking drunk, then remembers himself and shakes his head no vehemently. "Smells like dog, I told you"
"Then why are you so excited?"
"It's not, it's.. Disgusting. I wanna drain you just so someone this stinky never exists again."
"You really want to?" the idea has been formed in his head for some time, the very second his eyes meet Roier's figure earlier today, but even before that. Back then.
"I told you, no. I don't. I'd rather drink garlic smoothie." For some reason, the image of this man, with monstrous features that would scare any average person to death saying the word smoothie sounds extremely funny. He controls his laugh so that Roier doesn't turn his back and leaves him here, sad and unattended.
"You'd die."
"I'd have a bad stomach ache at worst, don't be ridiculous."
Cellbit rests his head on the wall behind him, watching Roier with low fluttering eyes and bares his neck again, satisfied with the way Roier watches the expanse of skin from his neck desperately, as if he's a prey that Roier chose, and will run if he takes his eyes off him.
"Fuck."
Roier's nose is back again on the exposed skin, smelling the blood that runs under Cellbit's veins, his breathing is erratic, desperate hot pants against such a sensitive part that makes Cellbit shiver. The grip around his waist, already iron-like, gets somehow even stronger, making him worry for his bones. He can see the predator's instinct have Roier pulled under, he's keeping Cellbit stuck where he can't run away, it's a wonder he's still holding back, Cellbit is impressed. He can see Roier wants to. He really, really wants to.
"Do it." he gets a good grip on Roier's hair, pulling him forward. "I know you want it. Do it already. Take me, take whatever you need."
He grinds his hips forward just to make his point more convincing, his erection brushes against Roier's proud one. Both of them moan with the contact.
Roier breathing get more labored every second he stays there, exhaling down Cellbit's neck. He can feel him opening his mouth, feels the wet tongue lap right on his vein, the phantom of sharp, cutting fangs breaking his skin, and then numbness.
For a few seconds, he can feel nothing. Where the sharp pain was supposed to be, comes the pleasant, sweet feeling of an itch being scratched. Cellbit's whole body trembles, then. A shiver runs down from his scalp all the way to his toes, almost like a fever cold-heat overlapping feeling. His head turns mushy, he can't form coherent thoughts, all he can feel is the pleasant buzz of excitement that pool on his lower belly, between his thighs. His already interested cock fills up to it's prime in inhumanly record time. Even werewolf record time.
Cellbit can't pay attention to anything other than feeling, but if he could, he'd hear himself whimper, low and pathetic. Open mouthed labored breathing, squirming in Roier's hold, trying to rub himself on the man in front of him, the man causing all this emotions.
Roier sucks and sucks at the strings of blood that drills down from the hole his teeth left, taking and taking and taking, as he himself gets inebriated too.
Cellbit's eyes roll to the back of his head, so hard that even in the confused horny mist he wonders briefly is he's gone blind. He's close to orgasm, even though Roier is not touching him anymore than holding him up by his middle. Cellbit feels it coming, building up, raising up the hair on his arms, he squirms, arches, and even under that confused mist, he can hear his own moaning now, so close…
Roier pulls away, taking the numbing effect with him. Pain starts spreading, quick and so strong. If he was a masochist, that would probably bring him to completion, but as it is, it bothers him enough to halter all the good feelings. He's about to bring his hand up to his neck, to make pressure on it to try and alleviate the pain, but Roier smacks his hand away and approaches his face to the area again.
This time, he doesn't sink his teeth again, he sticks a wet tongue out and licks. Licks with the clear objective of cleaning the blood that kept spilling. Cellbit is not sure how, but the wet feeling of rushing blood ceases as Roier licks him clean. It can't be right... Right? He's never heard about vampires having pain relieving saliva, why would they? They're predators, they don't feed without draining the victim dry, why would they have a way of soothing the pain of the bite? But it works, his blood is staunched and the pain is gone. The places still throbs a bit, feeling a bit hot, but it doesn't bother him.
"Sorry puppy, I didn't want you to come yet." Roier caresses his back, up and down in a tentative of comforting the small sobs that Cellbit can't contain. He's not crying, at least no tears are running from his eyes, but emotionally he feels like he is. Roier's comforting is good, clinging to him makes Cellbit's heart calm its erratic beating, his whimpers decreased until his head is clear again, the pants calming down to his usual pattern.
Despite his cock being so hard inside his pants, so close to bursting it hurts, Cellbit doesn't chase after his orgasm, feeling satisfied if he just had one.
"There, there" Roier is patting his hair, less affectionate now, more performative, feigning annoyance. "You whimper very beautifully, very hot. You should be reduced to a crying mess more often."
Cellbit wants to pretend he's still under the effects, keep clinging to him and make him keep the patting, the caresses, but Roier probably knows perfectly how long someone stays affected by it and assumes (rightfully) that Cellbit is already free, so Cellbit pulls away from him, against his body's whishes.
His head is still spinning a bit, but settling. The trembling mutes down until he's just the normal, usual amount shaking with excitement. He feels so good, so disposed, the halted orgasm still buzzes, thrumming lowly in his core, molten hot honey running through his veins. He wonders briefly if maybe that was what it feels like being drugged, without the side effects.
Not wanting to waste precious time, Cellbit grabs Roier's waist and swaps their positions, caging him against the wall and attacking his mouth before he says something that will ruin the mood. His lips taste like the cooper that is characteristic of blood, Cellbit's blood. His fangs are retracted, but even then Cellbit runs his tongue on them, sharp enough to try draw a dribble of blood. Their tastes mix in the kiss, saliva and blood and Roier, all over Cellbit's snout. He's overwhelmed by his scent, so different from how it was centuries ago, when they kissed for the first time. And a few times after. Just enough times that he can count in one hand. It's a shame. At the core, though, is still there. It's characteristic of Roier, just his essence, pure and undisguised. No blood scent to cover it, no cadaver scent to sour it. Just Roier.
His hands travel up his back under his shirt, feeling new muscles, new body fat of someone who is definitely not a teenager anymore. Cellbit wants to stop comparing, wants to close off that part of his memory, but it's been two centuries since he last put his hands on this man, so much has changed since they were young, and he just can't help but compare those differences. Before, their relationship didn't progress the slightest past the sweet, tentative, youthfully kisses. Hands were barely past the waist back then, not daring to travel up or down.
Now, he lets his whole hand cover Roier's breast, squeezing the extra meat, letting his palm graze on the hard nipple, getting a soft moan as reward.
Roier is pulling on his hair with one hand, hard and merciless. The other is rubbing Cellbit's hard and prominent budge over his jeans. Cellbit bucks towards it, chasing the sensation.
Their mouth don't separate for long. They kiss until he's breathless — Roier has no necessity to breath, he can just go for however long he wants —, separated for long enough for Cellbit to regain his breath and lunge forward again.
Cellbit is back to being addicted to it. Healing saliva is apparently aphrodisiac too, if anything, he's a victim!
"W— What the— Wait." Roier pulls his hair more pointedly now until Cellbit pulls away, his eyes wide. "Whats happening?! Why is… Why is my—?"
Cellbit, with all his blood concentrated downwards, can't really decipher what Roier means to say.
"What?"
"Why is my…" For the way he looks morbidly mortified, Cellbit thinks he'd be red in the face if his blood circulated normally, as in a living person. "Why is my ass… Slicky?!"
Oh.
"Ah, it's… It's a thing that happens if… If we are with a person who's not naturally, uh, fit to receiving the… Knot."
"KNOT?!" Shit, this isn't going well. Roier's hands aren't on him anymore. "Wait, you're doing this?"
"No!" For the way Roier is reacting, he wishes he wasn't, really. "I mean, yes, but not consciously. Our bodies naturally release pheromones, kinda like your bite thing, aphrodisiac, you know? To make the person relaxed and ready for the mating."
"But why is it affecting me? I'm not a werewolf!"
"That's exactly why it's affecting you. Your body doesn't do it naturally so, I help… To ease the—"
"The mating." Roier is baffled at the new information.
"Yes." Cellbit lowers his head, metaphorical tail between his legs, dick going limp and sad. "Uh, sorry I can't stop it, if you're bothered, we can't —"
"No, I… It's not bad, I think?" Cellbit is not so sure, with that kind of response. "It's just… Freaky."
Cellbit raises one of his shoulders, not knowing what to say, but not wanting to shrug either.
After another beat of silence, Roier looks back at him, less puzzled, more curious.
"Is your ass wet too or did your pheromones thing diagnosed me with bottom?" He raises an eyebrow, suspicious.
"Not really…? Like, it can but my body is not the one who usually needs it, so… It knows… It doesn't have to."
Roier keeps looking at him, looking like this topic is taking over half of his mind already. Cellbit thinks maybe he'll get so caught up in this that their activities are officially ended, but then Roier shakes his head and brings his hands down to Cellbit's hips, under his shirt, as low as possible without going inside his pants.
"Well, at least we won't have to worry about lube." he caresses the hair under Cellbit's belly button and trails it down slowly, reaching the button of his jeans. There, he teases a bit, lingering, letting his finger touch ever so lightly the budge that can't stay limp and sad for long under those hands. "I'm wondering… Do you leak at the front to compensate for it? I'll be kinda disappointed if you don't."
Cellbit is the one blushing now. Unfortunately, his blood does run like a living person's so he gets all red in the face. By the smirk in Roier's mouth, he notices it very well.
"Why don't you find out?" His hand grabs Roier's hair by the nape, not forcing him down, but hinting it, instigating him to go down to his knees.
For Cellbit's surprise, Roier actually does lowers. He doesn't immediately kneels, but as he bends lower and lower, trailing kisses down Cellbit's stomach, he can only keep going if he does, but before he can actually go down all the way, Cellbit pulls him back. As much as he trembles in excitement at the thought of having his cock inside Roier's mouth, Cellbit has been in the burst of coming ever since the bite, he's sure that if he were to feel the wetness of that hot mouth around him, he'd come on the spot.
That's not what he wants today.
A great, possessive part of him is delighted that Roier has never experienced the werewolf pheromones, meaning he's never got sexually excited around a werewolf before, meaning he never had sex with one, meaning he never took a knot before. This is his end goal. The itch behind his brain getting more and more pointedly directed to it. He wants to be Roier's first knot.
"What—" Roier gets back up.
"I changed my mind." He plants a soft kiss on that confused mouth.
"I'll have you know" He starts, sounding a bit infuriated, "that I can control my fangs very well, I have a very spacious throat and I don't have to breath so I can guarantee my head game is crazy."
Cellbit doesn't doubt it, but he doesn't think about it too much. He realized he is… A very jealous person towards this man in specific.
"I wanna fuck you." To make his point even more obvious, he squeezes Roier's ass. It's big and plump, and Cellbit's wolf goes mine without his permission.
"Mnm, okay, I'll think about it."
Think about it? Sure, he can think about it while Cellbit fingers him open alright. While he's thinking, Roier helps Cellbit open and lower his pants to his feet along with his underwear. Cellbit's first instinct is to turn him around and look.
His ass is fat, round and perky. Perfect. Cellbit's hands go straight to it, squeezing, kneading, while Roier arches beautifully for him. It's the sexiest vision Cellbit has ever seen, looking like it came straight from his wildest dreams. When he took the duty to patrol this stupid frat party tonight, the last thing he expected would come from it would be Roier, back arched, offering himself up, each asscheek held perfectly between Cellbit's hands.
Grunting, Cellbit parts his cheeks and takes a good look. His hole glistens with wet slick, fluttering at being suddenly exposed to air and Cellbit's eyes. He pushes a finger in, fascinated with watching it slide easy and smooth as Roier's body does its job the best way it can to take it.
Roier sighs, leaning more comfortably on the wall, and starts moving his hips, one finger already not being enough for him. Cellbit gives him one more.
It's a shame the utility room is so dimly lit, Cellbit wishes he could see every curve of Roier's body, every inch of his skin, every mole and spot. He'd spend hours and hours just kissing every bit of him if he'd let Cellbit do it. Wanted to have him in his room, with the light on, wanted to have him in his balcony lit by the moonlight, wanted to have him during the day under sunlight, during the golden hour painting his tanned body golden. If he could, he'd take Roier with him and keep him locked in the castle, give him everything he'd ever need to make sure he never thinks of leaving.
What he can do right now is give him a third finger, making him moan a beautiful noise when they graze at his prostate.
"Mn, it's… Not so bad." Roier is humming at the fingers coming and going from his hole, all three sliding in easily with how wet he is. "It's convenient, easy to fuck anywhere, anytime."
"Yeah, it's useful." Cellbit presses up close to him, grabbing his lobe between his teeth lightly, as a tease. "It prepares you well, makes it easier to—"
"Mate?" Roier mocks.
"Mate. And to receive the puppies."
Roier pauses the delicious movement of his hips, turning his head as much as he can to try and look at him. Cellbit bites back a laugh.
"The what now?"
"The puppies… The purpose of mating is to have offspring."
"Then it's even funnier it would work on me because, well… Hahah, I'm a man! And a vampire, so that's even more impossible." he gives another half worried, half panicked chuckle.
"Right. That's why it's preparing you. Giving what to need to produce them." Cellbit maintains his voice steady, casual, taking the opportunity to bury his nose on the crook of Roier's neck, taking in his scent, committing it to memory as his fingers spread and move inside.
"You're shitting me!"
"You really know nothing about werewolfs, huh?"
"Not about their mating?! Why would I know that?"
Part of Cellbit wants to get mopey about it, because if things have worked out the way he wanted, Roier would know about all those things centuries ago, ever since they were young and in love, he'd be used to it by now. They might even have a puppy of their own. He's not lying to Roier, it can happen for a man to get pregnant with a werewolf's baby but it is extremely rare. Although Cellbit has never heard about a vampire being able to to it, it wouldn't hurt to spend some decades trying.
Part of him is happy that Roier hasn't gone around learning about werewolf mating facts through experience with other werewolves. Cellbit growls at the thought.
"Right. No need to learn."
"Maybe I should have… I'd be less confused about this whole process." Then his eyes go wide, shining with… a newfound growing worry. "Did you say something about a knot?!"
Cellbit smirks.
"Cellbit?! Hey!" Cellbit shuts him up with a kiss on that beautiful, chatterbox mouth.
With the mission to distract him from the talk, Cellbit uses his other hand to caress his waist, traveling up up up inside his shirt until he meets the neglected nipples. Discovering Roier is sensitive there to the point his complaints are interrupted by an sudden moan, his eyes closed and head tilted back to rest on Cellbit's shoulder, might have been one of the highlights of tonight. He continues his assault, switching from one to the other, not wanting to leave anyone left out.
"You're so wet for me"
Roier still isn't happy with the subject change, "Yeah, you're doing it to me," but instead of the expected flirty dirty talking, his tone suggests annoyance.
"I'm not," He buries his face into Roier's neck again, "The pheromone stimulates your body to produce the slick but it doesn't control how much." Roier looks at him like he doesn't believe him. Cellbit pushes his fingers out slowly, all of them slide out easily with such a slick path. Some of it even gushes out along with the fingers and trails down Cellbit's hand. "This is all you, baby."
Roier let's out an embarrassed humph, Cellbit hides his smile on his shoulder. "Just fuck me already, I'm getting bored here."
"As you wish," another pet name almost slips out, but Cellbit manages to hold it this time.
He undoes his belt and takes off his pants in record time. While he waits, Roier gives himself a few lazy strokes, face smushed on the wall, his covered chest moving faster.
As soon as his cock is free, Cellbit grabs it in hand and approaches Roier again, already anticipating the slick entrance, the smooth heat, the tight grip, but Roier stops him just as he is about to touch that hole with his tip.
"Huh, no. You're not gonna mount me like I'm a bitch." He turns to face Cellbit, kicking his pants off completely. Cellbit has no qualms about that, he very much likes the idea of seeing Roier's expression when he is breached by his cock.
As soon as he closes his mouth, Roier looks down at the point of interest with his lower lip held between his teeth. Cellbit looks down too, seeing his cock, full and red standing proud, waiting to come to action.
"Mn," Roier says, aprovingly...? Cellbit hopes it was approvingly.
He cages Roier against the wall, looking at his wicked smile as he grabs Cellbit's cock in both hands and stokes it.
"Oh my— You do. You do leak a lot," Roier is exhilarated, his smile as big as the sky. "Look at you, dripping down my hand, making a mess."
"It's you." he grabs Roier's face, makes him look Cellbit in the eyes as he receives this information. "It's not the pheromones doing it for me, it's you. You got me like this."
"Yeah, you like it very much? You're so excited to fuck me you make a mess?" Cellbit, dignity long abandoned, nods enthusiastically, his lips rubbing against Roier's with the movement. His cock leaks more, sliding in Roier's hand easily. "Then what are you waiting for, huh? Fuck me"
He doesn't have to be asked twice.
One of his hands travels to Roier's thigh, lifting his leg and pushing it up, making space for himself between them. The angle is awkward, the position hampering the penetration, but Cellbit is all but a quitter, so he bends his knees a bit, grabs Roier's other leg, wrapping them around his waist.
The man yelps a bit in surprise, supporting himself on Cellbit's shoulders, but he is secured in the hold, Cellbit can assure it. Cellbit is a born and raised werewolf, can run kilometers in a few seconds, has fought packs on his own, his strength is imaginable. He can easily hold this position for a few hours if needed, but he's sure they won't need that long.
Roier smirks at him as soon as he finds his ground, secure. "Wow, my big bad werewolf, so strong."
Cellbit takes no offense on his teasing tone, holding his cock upright and lining it with Roier's entrance. His mouth is shut the moment the tip starts pushing up a way inside him, his grip on Cellbit's shoulders hardens, hips moving slowly to try and ease the entrance.
He's tight, really tight, even with their combined wetness and the prep. When it goes in past the tip, slowly reaching the middle, Roier lets out the air he was holding, closing his eyes.
"It's… Thicker than I thought."
Is this a compliment? An offense? The grip around him is making it impossible to think of anything else, only the sensation of heat engulfing his cock matters right now. He needs to go all the way in, he needs shove his knot in that cocoon.
"Do you want me to slow down?"
"Nononono just, just keep going. I can take it."
Cellbit believes him. He seems to compel his body to relax, making the entrance easier, being slick and wet helps a lot too, and soon Cellbit is bottoming in, his hips flushed with Roier's.
He doesn't waste any time, doesn't even give Roier time to adjust, he just grabs both sides of his ass and thrusts. The wet slap of skin against skin is delicious, the sound carrying and echoing inside the room, rhythmic with Cellbit's grunts and Roier's whimpers.
In the perfect opposite of their earlier activity, Cellbit is the one who sinks his teeth on Roier's neck. His bite is more destructive, messy and ugly than Roier's elegant one, but he's not trying to eat, to destroy. He keeps the fangs at bay and bites with his human teeth, holding onto the flesh like he is trying to stop his mate from escaping.
The hands on his hair pull as Roier tries to bounce, use the leverage he has to roll his hips. Cellbit allows him, pulling away from his neck to watch as his hips work, a sensual move that Cellbit feels all the way to his balls.
Instead of picking his pace again, Cellbit pulls him up, then down. Then he does it again, helping Roier ride him, moving his body as a fleshlight. He moans loudly, no worries of being heard by the people outside. Cellbit isn't thinking about it, Roier certainly looks like he's not thinking about anything other than their meeting point.
Cellbit is entranced by his expression, his eyes closed tightly, mouth agape for his sounds to escape, his eyebrows scrunched in concentration. It almost looks like he is in pain, in suffering, it makes Cellbit want to care. To make it go away, to smoother his expression and make sure there's no agony anymore, ever. But Roier's agony comes from running after relief, from the hard work his body is doing in holding himself to Cellbit, from being used, from the frustration of angling his hips trying to make the intrusion hit his prostate and failing.
With that, Cellbit is pleasured to help him.
He grabs one of the legs around his waist and shifts it to rest on the crook of his elbow, and when it's secure, he repeats it with the other one. Roier is holding himself still, not too lost on the feeling to forget it, but he does accept the manhandling with a pliantness that's not characteristic of him, but that of someone in the haze of being fucked silly. The fact that he's silent beyond his whimpers and moans wraps up the whole thing.
With this angle, his cock is aimed right at Roier's prostate, his legs tremble on Cellbit's arms and his mouth hangs open, a bit of saliva trailing down where he has no mind to hold it in.
Cellbit feels the characteristic feeling of his knot being formed at his base, getting closer and closer to coming, his feelings become erratic and agitated as he is reduced to animal instinct with the need to lock himself into his mate and breed.
The growls he let's out are far from human, the wolf taking over his limbs, seeking, hungry, for his release. He thrusts with the sole objective of nestling his knot in the wet heat, not longer chasing the release when he knows it would come as soon as he's in the right place.
It seems that Roier tries to say something, but his mouth closes back again, his teeth gritted when the knot starts opening its way in. When Cellbit looks at his face again, there are tears pooling in the corner of his eyes, they trail down when he blinks. He meets Cellbit's gaze with a pleading look, but Cellbit can't tell if he's asking for help or for more.
It's a big stretch, even when it's not fully swelled yet, but Cellbit isn't thinking coherently, he just wants wants wants and the tears of his mate brings him to a state of euphoria that is inexplicable, making him want to take, consume this little fragile thing and never let him escape his fate. Not when he's this wet, so so wet, and their position makes him so open, so easy for Cellbit to take that in a few more tries, in the desperate rut and forceful pushes, it finally break through Roier's resistance and locks.
Cellbit bites Roier's neck again as he feels his cock release all his seed inside his mate, locked together securely to make sure it takes. Roier is trembling all around him, his arms around Cellbit's shoulders jerk with the force of his orgasm that spouts between their bellies, painting them with his release.
For a long while, they just breath together. Their pants slowly calm, the euphoric trembling turning into the soft mush of satisfaction and happiness. His face is still tucked in Roier's shoulder, just taking his scent in, committing it to memory, tainting his snout with it so he'll never forget, even if he tries.
"Uh, are we stuck?" Roier pants, tentatively trying to move up as to make the knot slip out. It doesn't. Roier grunts.
"We better get comfortable, we'll be here a while." He moves Roier legs carefully back to their place around his waist and pulls away from the wall, hands securing him by his thighs, moving them the less he can. The utility room is small, crumpled and messy, but closer to the wall there is a built-in bench with little doors for storage, so Cellbit brings them there, sitting down comfortably.
It doesn't matter how careful he is, the movement of sitting down jostles them anyway, making Roier complain with the pull. To him, it teases the knot, almost exciting it, almost raising back the need to rut and bury himself impossibly deeper inside his lover. The heat pools again in his belly, but Cellbit forces it away.
They don't talk for quite a while, it starts feeling kinda awkward at some point. Like when you're inside the elevator with a person you only half know, and you don't know how to make conversation.
The thing is that Cellbit is holding back something. He wants to talk to Roier, ask him a million things about the last two centuries, wants to talk and talk and tell him all the exciting thing in his life too, all the progress he made, the respect he brought to his name, the pack he formed for himself, but he doesn't know if this is the time. If Roier would hear him or just not care at all.
Most of all, he looks at Roier's face, still a bit red on the cheeks, some blood still smeared on his mouth and chin, and wants to touch subjects that would make everything a hundred times more awkward. It'd probably make Roier peel himself off his lap, pain or not, just so he doesn't have to deal with it.
"How long does this take to go away?" Roier asks, looking awkward, focused on something on the wall behind Cellbit head.
Unfortunately, there's no answer that would make him happy now. "…Less than an hour."
Roier squints at him, probably suspicious of the way he said it, but doesn't say anything back. He crosses his arms, the only place where he's touching Cellbit being under their hips where he is forced to sit on his lap. Meanwhile, Cellbit's hands are still on his waist, making sure he doesn't move too much, for safety reasons, sure, but mostly for selfish reasons.
"What?" Roier snaps. "Is there something on my face? Just tell me. If you want to say something just say it and stop staring at me like a kicked puppy."
Cellbit didn't realize he was staring, but sure enough, Roier's embarrassment seems to grow by the minute.
"Actually, I did want to say a lot of things, but I can't."
"Why not? Don't be all teasing, say it or shut it" Roier furrows his brows.
"You're not gonna like the conversation I want to have, so…"
Roier gets agitated, "Then shut up. We shouldn't talk about it."
"It's been two centuries,"
"Even more reason to leave it in the past."
"Okay." Cellbit accepts his defeat.
There's another pause, silence heavy between them. Cellbit turns his head to the side and watches a small nail hole in the wall like it holds the meaning of the world, all the while his hand caresses the naked skin of the legs straddling him delicately, almost fidgeting.
Then, Roier is the one who brings it up again
"You didn't want me."
"I did want you." Cellbit's head snaps in his direction immediately, interrupting him before he can say the whole absurd sentence. Then, softly, "You know that."
"But when the moment came, you chose to go against me, so how does that even work?"
"I didn't have a steady place in the pack yet, Roier. With Bagi being sick, I needed help from them, at least for a little while."
"Yeah, and in the process you accepted ridiculous separatist demands instead of trying a new pack. A better one."
"What else was I supposed to do?"
"Not condone it?!"
"I don't! You know I don't!"
"And yet you wanted to stand with those who enforce it."
Cellbit sighs, the fight leaving his body. This is a lost battle, going in circles with the same arguments they did all those years ago. The past can't be changed, Cellbit will take the consequences. Thought he was faced with the unfair need to choose between his new relationship with his best friend and first love and his sister's life, Cellbit wouldn't choose differently.
Still, nothing stops him from trying to make Roier understand.
"They were willing to help, they gave a lone wolf with a sick sister a place, not a lot of packs do that. If your parents managed to find me a better one, one of your rich friends, then I would have gladly accepted, but they didn't, remember? Bagi didn't have time, any longer without treatment and she would be dead."
It's agony not knowing if Roier's silence means he sees the point and just won't admit or if he's giving Cellbit the cold shower until they separate.
Gods, Cellbit can't believe they're having this conversation while half naked and connected by the knot. But if he thinks about it too much, he becomes protective of this little moment, wanting to keep it frozen, dreading what comes next, as soon as they're free.
"And if they didn't accept affiliation with vampires… That's the most vanilla demand those packs back then had, I've met worse in my searches. We could have just met in secret for a while, then after Bagi was better, we could have fucked off together."
Roier doesn't spare any more input in those same arguments, which tells Cellbit very clearly that he still has the same opinion as before and won't accept anything more.
"And what the fuck am I, a mistress? A dirty little secret, to meet up in a dark alley here and then?"
"No!" This conversation is stressing him out, it seems like every single thing he says is a bad answer, like there's no winning here. "I'm not defending it, I understand why you left, I really do. I was just telling you why I did what I did at the time. It doesn't matter anyway, the pack is gone, I'm the big name now,"
"Well, I'm happy you got what you wanted, then."
"No, not really."
More silence then. Cellbit thinks if it didn't hurt like hell to move, Roier would have tried to forcefully pull the knot out and leave. He doesn't do it, just holds still, more tense than before, and doesn't do his performative breathing. It's weird when he doesn't breath.
"You're not, you know?
"Huh?"
"A dirty secret. Never was, it was always very clear what you were to me"
"I was. I still I'm. Look at us, inside this closed in the dark,"
"No, Roier. No. I want you in every way, however you want me. If you give me a second chance, I'd take it. Just one second chance."
Roier pauses, eyes sad, pondering. Then he shakes his head defeated.
"It's been too long, I don't even know if... If we match like that."
That's not an "I hate you, I don't want anything to do with you", at least.
Cellbit looks down at them pointedly, at the knot slowly unswealling, reluctant to let Roier go.
"This doesn't happen with just anyone, you know that right?"
Apparently this he did know, but was questioning its veracity.
"Are you sure you want this? I'm... Different. From before. Also, we're different from each other. You won't even be able to mate properly."
Hope is starting to dangerously grow inside Cellbit's chest, making it difficult to breathe.
"Mating never mattered to me. The only moment I felt close to it was tonight when I was with you. My knot seems to consider you an amazing mate." He looks down again, getting a bit lost looking at their connection, until Roier pulls his hair to get his attention back. "And of course you're different, you've grown up a lot, I want to know everything new about you."
Roier's face is now more relaxed, easy. Dare Cellbit say, even satisfied. His hands travels down to Cellbit's chest and back to his shoulders softly, then he sees the bite on the neck, and looks at it, pensive.
"You're gonna feed me whenever I want? It can get quite annoying" He says it jokingly, sly smile stretching his lips, but Cellbit sees through him.
"You can have me whenever you want. Whatever you want from me." He didn't want to pull the big guns, but there's so much hesitation still there and he's scared Roier will change his mind all of a sudden. "You don't understand. Roier, I—"
He's interrupted by a hand covering his mouth, Roier's eyes find his, twinkling with a panic that would leave Cellbit defeated if he didn't see a smile forming, along with an eyebrow twitch that is characteristic of when he's too emotional.
"No, don't. I can't... I'm not ready to hear it." Only when Cellbit nods then Roier releases him, allowing him to speak. Cellbit smiles at him, big and stupid. "Jeez, why are you like this? Ask me out to dinner like a normal person or something."
Cellbit's voice is stupid with the fondness of his smile, even himself can notice it, but he doesn't mind.
"Wanna go out to dinner…" He looks down. Any time now. "In a few minutes?"
Roier smiles back more timidly, but it lasts less than a second. "I just ate, so... I'm feeling a bit full."
Cellbit raises one eyebrow, appreciating the double meaning.
"Dessert then."
He can see the eye roll before Roier surges forward and kisses him again, softer this time.
"You know I'm not gonna take this thing every time, right?"
Cellbit makes an unconvinced face.
"I don't know..."
"What? It's so annoying!"
"I think you like it"
"NO WAY, NO I DON'T!"
Cellbit kisses his outraged mouth again, smiling against it.