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---Serenity---

Disharmony sat on his silver thrown, stroking the blonde hair on his knee. Discord was laying his head on his sire's knee, making a circle motion with his slender fingures. He lifted his head to look into his master's deep orange eyes, looking up a him with pleading eyes. Meeting his gaze, Disharmony smiled.
"My dear Discord, why do you look at me so?" His silky, dark voice flowed into Discord's ears, making him bite his lip a little. "Come." He motioned for the smaller vampyre to sit in his lap, which he took the invite with a bright face.
Discord sat in his lap, straddling his lover's hips. He wrapped his arms around his neck, resting his blonde lock on his clavicle. His blue eyes closed as he took in his lover's sweet, comforting sent.
"I belong to you," Discord sighed, nuzzling his neck a bit. "and I always will."
"I raised you to speak like that." Disharmony chuckled, taking his lover's chin in his hand to raise it, kissing his full, delicious lips. Taking the advantage of the fact that Discord could never refuse him, he let his toungue explore his mouth, savouring his taste and feel. He pulled back after a bit to gaze into Discord's beautiful, azure eyes. "Mine," he whispered, kissing him a bit more chastely now.
This time, it was Discord who pulled away, looking at his lover with hunger now, his iris now tinted with red. With a fullhearted chuckled, Disharmony pulled a woven rope to his left, and in came a handsome man with a stoic composiour.
"Yes, Matser...?" the man said in a bit of a German accent. Disharmony, gestered at the man, giving Discord a little smirk. His face lit up with exitement, then hid it, knowing what his master was going to do with the man.
"My dear," he began, "would you like to... partake with me in pleasuring this young boy?" The man gave him an odd look before coming to inspect the boy in his master's lap. Discord faked a blush very well, lokking down at Disharmony's chest in a very innocent way. "He's a bit expirienced with me, but not with two. I want to open him to that." The man nodded, gently rubbing Discord's bare back. With his free hand, he took his chin in his hand, and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. "Sweet, is he not?" Disharmony cooed, watching Discord's intoxicating fesade. As if he had gathered the courage to, Discord tilted the man's head to one side to expose a thick neck and began to gently kiss it. Then, when he knew the man wasn't expecting it, he bit down, sinking his fangs into him. He drank greedyly, pulling the man's hair a bit until Disharmony pulled him back.
"Relax, my dear," he stated softly. "he's dry." Discord dropped the corpse onto the floor and leaned his head back onto Disharmony's chest, giving a sweet sigh. "I love it when you eat messy." He pulled up Discord's chin, and laied a passionate kiss on his lips, which was returned happily. When they broke, he attacked Discord's neck, bitting, sucking and licking at it. The smaller vampyre gave a light gasp as he gripped Disharmony's shirt, rolling his head back to give him more access to his neck. When he bit down on his collar bone, he let out a shrill scream, arching his back a bit. Disharmony was realling in the noices Discord was making, letting himself be cheered on by them, lifting the boy up a bit to travel down his body. He reahced the boy's chest, relishing in the fact that only he was alowed to touch this body, and bit down gently over his unbeating heart. Discord half gasped, half screamed as he felt those long, sharp fangs pierse his skin like two needles.
Going lower on his lithe body, Dosharmony licked the stitches on his stomach and the inscriptions of his name, making him throw his head back and moan.
"Pleasureful, love," he asked, looking up at Discord's half lidded eyes. He gave but a small nod, wanting desperately for Disharmony to go on. As he did. He licked at his navel, making the boy squeal with delight. Finally, Discord was completely standing, and Disharmony had reached his pants-line.
Snickering, he slipped his hand inside the boy's boxeres and stopped right under them. He pulled the boy back onto his lap, kissing his swollen lips... and didn't procede. He pushed his two fingures to the boy's forhead, and sent him off into unconsciousness.
"Sorry, love, but not today. You need to heal." He lifted the boy up and set him down on the large bed they shared, covering him with the heavy sheets. "Good morning, my love," he whispered into the boy's ear, and kissed his forehead before leaving the room.
--Owari--