Taken, piece by piece

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Cazador didn't even know, what mental state got him to send a letter to the most dangerous man in Baldur's Gate. It's been... Years since he saw Durge, he felt like he forgot about him. Like... He wasn't important enough for the man, to visit, at least once in a tenyear.

But there he did, and there is no going back now. There he was, standing, in front of Cazador. The mighty, 20-ish looking drow man, with white hair... He resembled Vellioth in so many ways. Or it was just Cazador's eyes that wanted to belive that.

Durge looked straight into the mans eyes, as he took a few steps closer. He looked like he was waiting, or he thought he did. In truth, Cazador saw horror on his lover's face, ready to punish him for whatever small reason he dared to summon him here. He got up, almost unable to control his own body, and he tried to get away from the beast, but he found himself cornered.

He closed his eyes. There it was... The feeling, that he felt so much when he was a spawn. The feeling he hated so much... And yet, it got him aroused. He wanted to beg... To serve. He wanted to let go of his control.

"I'm sorry..." He muttered, unable to look at the man, holding him captive in the small corner. But... He felt the air change. The next thing he knew is a hand on his neck, denying the air from him. Not like his body needed air... But it wanted it. It twitched like humans body would after a few seconds. He couldn't stay like this for long...

"Does your summoning have any reason?" Durge finally spoke, after staring for so long. He enjoyed the trembling man under his hands, as he squized them even thighter. Cazador had no way to answer, and he knew it. So, after staring at the other man for a few minutes, he finally shook his head - shameful, as ever. Then, Durge let go of his neck.

"I just... Just missed you. Wanted to see you... It's been so long" He finally muttered it out.

"That's it?" Durge raised his eyebrows.

"You want to get fucked? That's it? Ahw. Should've said so. But don't "send" for me, whenever you get horny. I was performing a really important ritual you know! The fuckass died. Then i got your letter, you know how fucking angry i was?" There it was, the scary man's other face. The yapper little princess. He was so dramatic as he spoke, he could've played in a drama. Maybe he did... Who knows? It even made Cazador smile a bit, but it was rather forced.

"I just... Wanted to see you... Not the bedding..." He said softly. He didn't dare to speak loud, even if he knew this side of Durge too. Yes, he was a vampire lord, almost ready for ascension... Many fear him. But, he stood in front of a drow, with scared eyes, since he knew. Most of the living in Baldur's gate die because of him. The others die... Or rather, desapear because of Cazador. They could be rivals, yes. But Cazador would lose. He could be happy he can even feed on the streets owned by the cult of Bhaal.

"Bedding?" Durge laughed up.

"Dear, you know. If we meet, it always comes down to fucking, one way or another. I'm not the cuddly type. But i could still settle with one of your spawn." He proposed. He always wanted to sleep with a vampire spawn... A master was fun, yes. But complete control over the person with just a word? He doesn't think ot would be that fun, but he'd like to try.

"No!" Cazador was a jealous type. When it came to his favourite fuckbuddy. No one really survived the night with Durge, exept him, and he was really proud of it. But... If he's not the only one anymore, what's the joy in suffering through the sex?

Durge smiled widely.

"Prepare yourself, and wait. I'll come back." Durge wasn't the type to stay around for long. He absolutely hated being around people who he couldn't kill. Cazador was one of those people. Father denied it... Since he provides a lot of offerings. But oh, how he wishes Cazador was one of his works. He would place him in his room... Which, in truth, wouldn't be the best idea. He would feel the need to use him. He would fuck his corpse until he is ready to bare his children. Then, again, and again, and again.

As Durge said that, he turned away, and left; through the window, dissapearing into shadow, or whatever he prefered. If he wanted to be, he could've been a cat, a mouse, an owl, or a dinossaur. Whatever he prefered. Bhaal would grant it.

As for Cazador, he didn't hesitate. He didn't know when will Durge come back, but he knew he wouldn't care if he's not ready... It happened once with him, but too many times with Vellioth, so he had time to learn. He showered, but not with scented oils, like he always does; Durge prefered his original smell, since he smellt like a corpse. Durge's favourite smell. He prepared some lube, and some ropes. Durge always suprised him... Maybe that's why he couldn't leave. Not like he'd ever dare to.

And then, he waited. For some reason, Durge was always back within 30 minutes... But now, hours passed. Not just hours, it began to darken again. Cazador begin to feel a little uneasy. He was scared Durge wasn't coming. He had no reason not to play games with him... Maybe this is his punishment for summoning him here.

But then, oh then, the window opened, and there he stood, half-naked, covered in red, rich blood, smelling like dust and murder.

Cazador couldn't belive his eyes... Or his nose. The man looked like he was running from something. But then he smiled, wide, predatory.

"A baby. A virgin. A whore." The drow said, with proud eyes, then he looked over himself.

"Those are the lives I've taken for you today. Happy?" Durge asked, stepping closer to the vampire. Then, sitting on the silk sheets, without shame. Even Cazador himself didn't dirty the sheets, but Durge wasn't a man to care. He killed for him... For free. Cazador should be happy.

"Yes." The vampire lord replied, sitting closer to the man, covered in blood. He loved the smell... It was rich, and flavorful.

He, after some time of both of them freezen in time, gently put his head on the mans shoulder. Durge looked at him, but he didn't have anything to say about it. He let Cazador enjoy this for a moment.

Only, to take it away, almost instantly. He grabbed his neck, pushing him down onto the sheets, kissing him, or rather, eating him alive. Cazador had been sleeping with this man for a long time now, so he could keep up with Durge, but for anyone new, this would be an impossible challange.

Durge basically tore the bedrobe off Cazador, but he stopped for a moment, to examine his body. It was as perfect as ever; a white canvas, he'd like to paint on so much. But he wont... Not today. Not while having sex. Maybe he'll visit tomorow, to ruin the ruined body more.. Who knows?

He couldn't keep himself from biting tho... As he started untying his own pants, he bit into Cazadors shoulder. He wanted to taste his blood. Not like much came out.

But he bit again, and again, deep, hungry, until he could remove his pants just enough to start. But then, he felt a hand on his face. He felt Cazador, trying to ask a question, or rather, a favour, but Durge though he'll mutter it out soon anyways. He positioned himself, and was about to emter, when Cazador spoke up.

"Wait! Can... can you use lube?" Cazador asked, with a soft voice.

"Told you to prepare yourself... Didn't I?" Durge looked over Cazador annoyed, and a bit angry. He hated when his fun was stopped.

"Yes, but.. I though you'll come sooner." Durge grabbed his face again, just like last night. But this squeeze was much harder, and much painful then last time. He wasn't just playing games.

"Oh, yes, it's my fault now! I thought you might appreciate my gift. I have other buisness to take care of, but instead, i came to fuck you, because i'm so fucking kind." Durge said, then his face darkened.

"You should be grateful I even touch you, spawn." A thing Vellioth used to say... The first time they met, he preformed a bloody ceremony on Cazador... Vellioth wouldn't stop saying 'You should be grateful he even touches you, spawn'. Durge loved this sentence. He should, yes.

"I am! I'm grateful!" Cazador looked at the drow with his dark eyes, seeking forgivenes. Forgiveness? From The Dark Urge? Hah! Boldness. Cazador knew that.

And so did Durge. No, he doesn't forgive. He punishes for the mistakes. Bhaal teaches that way... So does he.

So, without another singular word, he enters, holding down Cazador's hips, as he does. The vampire bites on his own hand, not so scream up.

But he was a bit dramatic. It was lubed. Just not lubed enough. So it didn't hurt that much...

"Please... I-" Cazador tried speaking, but he found himself being snapped. Hard, and would probably leave a mark if he was a human.

"Please, please... Stop whimpering. You like this." Durge starts moving his hips, causing more pain to the elf.

"I'm even suprised you didn't ask your spawn to fuck you. All of them, at once. Even that dirty little halfling, pounting into you. Making you dirty, weak, ashamed...

You can't deny it Little dove, not in front of me. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"No! I-" He couldn't keep himself from moaning up, as Durge moved even further. Yes, he was thinking about it... But he would never do it. That would ruin his whole image. Then, another slap, now harder, more agressive. Durge noticed the lie.

"Yes..." Cazador whimpered, ashamed. As for the pain, it started to fade into pleasure. Durge was skilled in many things, sex included. He moved, always hitting the right spots, but somehow never making the other man climax. Not until he wanted to. He was fast, then slower, but just slow enough not to cum.

Cazador endured the torture. After a while of being denied of the pleasure of climax, he started to lose his mind, moaning, screaming, and holding into the other man.

"Please, let me..." He begged, his voice bearly above whisper. He wanted to come so bad. He felt like he's about to explode. But even if Durge didn't play with his mind, he wouldn't dare to cum without permission. He did once. Another night, (not)worth remembering.

"Ahw... No." Durge smiled, sadistic, and he looked like he was having fun torturing the poor Vampire Lord's body. He wanted to hear Cazador beg. And the elf knew it.

"Please, Master!" He moaned up, driving his nails deeper into the drow's body. He bled. A blood, he could never taste.. But oh, how he wanted to! A shame it was forbidden.

This went on for a little while. Durge continued to move, not letting the elf cum. But when he felt like Cazador couldn't handle it anymore, he nodded.

The torture finally ended, as Cazador came, high enough for the sperm to land on Durge's face. He looked scared for a moment, but he took a deep breath after a few seconds. Whatever he's gonna get for it was worth it. He hasn't felt this good and satisfied in a while.

Luckily, Durge didn't seem like he is mad at the man. He pushed himself deeply inside, now moving for only himself. He came inside Cazador, a thing the elf so eagerly hated. He hated getting it out of himself, but for the moment, it felt good. Everything felt good for a moment. Then, Durge pulled out, and looked over his work. Shaking from pleasure, sperm dripping out of his hole, but fully satisfied.

Strange. Durge never felt like this with anyone. He still could go on, through night and day. He loved when his lovers passed out durning it. His favourite vampire the most. His slow breathing was the only thing that defined him from a corpse.

He didn't care for Cazador any longer. He put his clothes on, ready to leave.

"Can't you just stay...?" A weak voice asked.

"Or... Come back?" Cazador really meant what he said. He enjoyed Durge's company. He wished to see him more. Just for some casual talking, it nothing else.

"No can do. I have shit to take care of." He looked at the naked man.

"But since you wanna be fucked around the whole palace, in front of your spawn, fine. I'll see if i can get one or too days off. Father is generous nowdays." He looked like he was joking about the first part. He even smiled, like a kid. It was scary how easily could he go from a - light - tormentor to a childish person.

"I-... Yes. Alright. I'll prepare the palace for your arrival." Cazador replied.

"No promises. I might have to slip out for a head or too. But im sure you'll manage.

And, if i do this, you will have to go out of your way too." This wasn't promising at all. What would he want? Cazador hopes it's not something to scream over.

"I'll tell you when to time comes. Toodle-doo." Durge waved, getting out of the window he came from. Cazador stared at the empty room for a while, before starting to feel grossed out by the body fluids he was covered with. Sweat, of his own mostly, but from another man too. Also sperm, blood and tears. He didn't even remember crying... But he didn't care. On of the many things he liked about Durge is that he could do whatever with him without feeling ashamed. Even crying.

But the tears werent the mkst curious thing. It was the blood, stuck under his well shaped nails. Durge's blood... And some skin, he didn't care for. He didn't even think, before licking one if his fingers. He could bearly feel the taste, but thiCazador didn't even know, what mental state got him to send a letter to the most dangerous man in Baldur's Gate. It's been... Years since he saw Durge, he felt like he forgot about him. Like... He wasn't important enough for the man, to visit, at least once in a tenyear.