♚ San Suite

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes All the new gestures of affection had San smiling, his head spinning in the best way and his undead heart pounding in his chest. The way Taehyung played with his hair, fixed it, massaged his scalp. All of it without San having to ask. The breakfast, too, San only got that from begrudging servants when he ordered it... and he'd stopped a while ago to spare them. So to have his favorite again was great, and he took no hesitation in scarfing some of it down for a few moments. He paused when Taehyung started to speak.

At first, San's eyes fell and a wave of embarrassment washed over him. "I have asked... but you know what I am to them," he muttered, then looked up as Taehyung kept going. If he couldn't have ever expected the two of them to be on the same page with loving each other, there was no way he could have expected Taehyung to ask him to move in with him. At first he even thought he just meant into his suite, just to be a little further away from the rest of his family and the servants that were too familiar with him. But then the key was in his hands, dull little prongs poking the tips of his fingers that curled around them and squeezing the flimsy keyring that it was on.

"Taehyung," he breathed, tossing his arms around the other prince once he moved his tray out of the way. His heart swelled and pounded in his chest, up against the other's. Everything that had happened in those past twenty-four hours seemed so surreal. Being back in Taehyung's arms, having the "I love you"s ed out of him, the genuine care for his nightmares. And now... they were going to move in together. San and his... well... what should he call Taehyung now? Lover felt too informal now, though San would always love the antiquated nature of it, and boyfriend paled when it came to describing the bond the two of them had had for forty-seven years. And they weren't engaged nor betrothed, so fiancé nor spouse nor husband worked. Taehyung... Taehyung was his person, his partner, his heart and his soul, his breath of fresh, sweet desert air in a palace so cold and sterile that his lungs felt like ice. Taehyung was the fire in his heart that had been burning strong for forty-seven years no matter the distance. They'd been lovers in more than one meaning of the word, really. The colloquial one, where they'd been long time partners in bed for all of those years. But also in the sense that during those years in San's old home, those two were falling in love. So San was moving in with his person, his lover. Finally.

"Please, honey," San murmured, squeezing tighter before pulling away. "Let's go see it," he nodded

@☪♚ San Sekhmet He looked precious and handsome like this, a true prince even when asleep, or even more so king---San would deserve to rule, just like he ruled as the king in Taehyung’s heart. His hand reached out and he could not stop himself from playing with San’s hair, which was messy from the sleep. His fingers brushed over it, then ran through it in a way to get the mess back in order, gently and careful, caressing the scalp too.

A smile spread along his lips as he was pulled back into bed to his lover’s side. Or was he even allowed to call him boyfriend now that they had confessed their love for each other? While he craved to know, he still stopped himself from asking as it might ruin this moment that he wanted to cherish and keep without any topic that might ruin the love radiating between them. “Yes, I love sharing everything with you.” He smiled still lovingly. If only San knew just what else Taehyung had brought here to give it to his prince, to share it with him in the near future. It was his priority to get San out of the palace, especially after that night yesterday which had revealed just how much and intensely San was captured in his own prison with no escape, no help. Apart from rumours Taehyung had never actually known just what the man he loved had to go through all the time. Escape was close, Taehyung would save him, had planned it years back already.

He itched to finally take the key out and hand it to San but first he moved closer once more, as far as it was possible with the tray between them, and then pressed another kiss to his head. “You know, you should have the servants take care of this mess and get your room back to what it should look like.” He said, his voice still a bit husky from his sleep. “The question is even if you will need this room at all. It doesn’t feel like home, does it?” His heart went crazy in his chest as he reached for the key that he had kept for so long. He reached for San’s hand and pressed the key inside of it closing San’s fingers around it so that he would feel the metal, the little prongs from it.

“I want to share a home with you, San. I want to get away from all this negative energy captured in the palace’s walls. Move in with me. You would make me the happiest man alive and I think that it might be quite a good idea for you too. I don’t want you to suffer here, I want you to have a home and I want to be a part of that, be with you. We can check the place out right now. What do you think?”

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes Never in his 425 years had San ever thought the ghost could be quelled. But somehow... somehow Taehyung was the key to his lock. The way the prince spoke to him, told him he'd never leave, yet how he also didn't want San to leave made a few milky tears spill from the ghost's equally milky eyes. They were San's though, not the ghost's. The ghost didn't really feel, San did. And the animal over-felt. San's heart swelled. Taehyung saying he wasn't leaving made San feel safe, but when he said he didn't want San to leave either was what made him feel loved. Like... like Taehyung wasn't staying out of obligation to their half a century love affair. Like San wasn't a nuisance or a burden or an obligation to take care of.

"He's not going anywhere, your Highness," the ghost gave Taehyung a faint smile before clinging onto the prince as tightly as it could. It fell asleep in Taehyung's arms. The first night in 400 years where the ghost hadn't screamed or wailed in agony. And that's how San knew it wasn't from the nightmares that the ghost lamented, it was just from the need to be heard.

And to be held.

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The next morning, San's hair was messy, and had returned to the salt streak in a mop of pepper that it normally was. He'd rolled away from Taehyung at some point in his sleep, but while Taehyung was gone, San rolled over and came to touch an empty –– but still warm –– indent where the young prince had gone. It only startled him a bit, given he fell back asleep after just a slight opening of his eyes and a whine. When Taehyung came back, San felt a pleasant pressure against his lips. Tender, sweet, and chaste. Loving. It was of course his lover, kissing him awake. He could get used to this. He slowly sat up and returned the kiss with a deeper one of his own and a groan that was from a mixture of sleepiness and content.

"Good morning, honey," San hummed, gently pulling him back into bed with him. "Share with me, hm?" he added, reaching to rest the tray between the two of them. It was San's guilty pleasure –– a typical American-style continental breakfast: eggs, hashbrowns, sausage, pancakes. And lots of everything. San picked up one of the links of sausage and slowly nibbled on it. There was always the possibility of upsetting his stomach later, but San didn't care. He'd be fine. And it definitely wouldn't kill him.

@☪♚ San Sekhmet Holding San was all he needed and it made him ease and hope that they would get through this whatever it was that had San disappear in the bathroom to cry by himself. Taehyung had sworn to from now on give the man he loved his whole life instead of just evenings to . San was his everything and he wanted it to stay like this forever. No matter what it was he would always protect him.

His voice seemed almost far just like those white orbs staring up at him and while it was San, his lover still felt far off in distance. “Scare me away? Oh baby.” Taehyung whispered and pulled the man even closer not that that was even further possible. “I’d rather sleep with you and have you not be alone. I love you, how can you think that I would not want you just because of this?” He sighed. In any other situation he would have straight up scolded San for this. All those decades Taehyung had thought that he wasn’t good enough, just a toy for no one special, no one who was allowed to stay overnight, no one who was more than just a physical acquaintance. In the end, they had loved each other just as much alike but had lost precious time over not talking about their feelings.

Confusion was still left though. It seemed as if there was more to it. What was it exactly that would have scared him away? It was all something they could have dealt with together. Died? San had died? Taehyung’s throat felt tighter all of a sudden. He had heard those stories of those who had been pulled back to life and not all of them had had a happy ending. Though nightmares wouldn’t scare him away more so San should have never been left alone with them. He had lived so much longer than Taehyung and thinking about for how long his lover had been in pain by himself had his own heart sting just with the thought of it.

Suddenly there was another shift and San moved away from him to sit up straight. Taehyung felt himself tremble ever so slightly and he wasn’t sure if it was the sudden coldness or being angry at himself for not having been by his lover’s side all those years at night. His heart pounded like crazy in his chest as he listened to what San, the ghost, had to say. “San...” Ghost or not, this was his San, his lover, the man he loved and would love for eternity. His eyes turned blurry and a tear or two dropped onto San’s hands caressing over his cheeks. He reached out to hold them, took them from his cheeks to squeeze them tightly. “You will live, San. I will not have you suffer any longer, this will be over soon.”

Losing San? No option, ever. The palace must have felt like a prison to him and Taehyung would do anything to have the suffering end as soon as possible. He got up from the bathroom floor to stand. “I love you, all of you. Please sleep some more with me, my prince.” Without any pause he leaned down to scoop San up into his arms so that he could carry the man out of the bathroom and back into the bed where he placed him onto the mattress beneath the sheets.

“My love, I will forever be with you. Please, don’t ever leave me.” Taehyung leaned down to press a kiss to San’s forehead to then settle next to him in the bed and pull him in for an embrace. He caressed San’s hair until his lover finally fell asleep. For some longer he watched over him to make sure that no more nightmares and no more disappearing would haunt there night, before he drifted off to sleep himself.

It was early as he woke up the next morning, the sun not yet lightening the room to its full potential. For a moment he panicked as San wasn’t lying in his arms but Taehyung discovered him just in a changed position. He was still there, still asleep, luckily. It seemed as if the events from the last night had turned back to normal and left him peaceful for now.

Taehyung sneaked out of bed and out of the room. His clothes were damaged and he also didn’t actually care too much about walking through the palace only in his briefs. But there was something to get from his room, something that he had never actually been sure of giving San as he had never known if this would turn into more than just being a buddy for . Now they were more, now they could live together happily and in peace. In the kitchen Taehyung arranged breakfast on a tray which he then carried back to San’s room. He placed it into the nightstand before leaning down to press a soft kiss onto San’s lips.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up, there’s some delicious breakfast ready for you, my love.”

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes Not too long after he'd curled up in the moonlight, San heard pacing, breathing, shuffling of feet. He'd woken Taehyung up, and he wasn't sure if he was glad or not, or if he'd purposely touched him to wake him or not. But nevertheless, Taehyung stood at the bathroom's entrance, looking at him. Frozen. He looked scared, San thought, and it only hurt his heart more, lip quivering despite being held still under his teeth. The shock on his lover's face almost pulled a scream out of him, one of those familiar forlorn cries, but as he inhaled, brows furrowed, Taehyung's hand was carding through his hair, caressing his scalp. Touching him. Calling him by the same name he always had, not one of the names he'd been given through whispers.

And then he was pulled in, was laying on his lap. San was shivering, but it didn't take long for him to adjust, moving to put all of his body into Taehyung's, enveloping himself in warmth, putting pressure on his body from someone else's to calm himself down. He was almost rocking himself in Taehyung's arms, arms wrapped around his neck, clutching his hair as he rocked himself through the sniffles and the whimpers.

"Taehyung..." it breathed. Its voice was so different than San's. It sounded like him, but wispy, empty, and distant like an echo. Much less angry than its yells. He moved back to look his lover over, eventually locking eyes with him. Those swirling white orbs searched Taehyung's face, and he could sense a bit of... bewilderment.

"This is why I never slept with you, my dearest prince," he started, "I didn't want to scare you away from me. I thought it would be better to be slightly alone in one aspect and happy in the other than to have someone else have to deal with me and get driven away." He caressed his hand over Taehyung's cheek, and he felt it get cold, so he pulled his hand back.

There was still a few bits of confusion that he could read on the prince's face, and he knew why. He knew he had to tell him now. "The age you were when I met you, my sweet prince, was about the age I was when I died. I starved to death in the desert, my mother found me, and brought me back to life," he sighed and shifted a little, and his head twitched to one side. The ghost had had enough of allowing San to pilot himself.

A more monotone voice came through as he sat up straighter and stared just past Taehyung. "I am the Sekhmet prince's ghost, I was ripped from the spirit realm to walk day and night with him until he returns to Anubis," and then he shook his head trying to come back. And he failed as the ghost looked him dead in the eyes. "Sometimes I don't know what's what at night time... Is this real? Are you actually holding me? Or am I alone in the corner still?" it spoke slowly.

It paused, then smiled.

"Am I finally dead?" it caressed both of Taehyung's cheeks, and despite the smile, its eyes — San's eyes — begged the other for them to go anywhere that wasn't the palace.

@☪♚ San Sekhmet With no one else had this ever happened before, no one else had ever drawn such a reaction from him. His body just as his heart and mind wanted to have San, all of him, make him his in the most feral way. And oh did it feel so pleasant, lustful while lying like this and taking his lover’s all. Both lust and exhaustion clouded his mind, his lover’s eyes hit him with what seemed to be his own mess of emotions. Though, it was most important that through all this San seemed okay, exhausted but not ready to kill Taehyung for all that had happened just now. More so it was as if their bodies unable to part radiated the connection of their hearts. Taehyung felt drained once he had finished his speech, gotten out his confession to the man he loved, the man that ruled his head, body, heart.

“Oh, I remember that...” He smiled down at San. For him that moment back then had been more than awkward, it was burned into his mind. Even if he had never taken that nickname all too seriously, it still always melted his heart into a puddle of adoration and love when San called him that way. The kiss left a tingling sensation all over his body accompanied by San’s fingers running over his skin. He wanted more, kissed him again and again with the confession rushing through his heart. It would always be him, if only San knew how much he had craved to hear those words since day one. Now finally, his life was ideal for once, his only pure dream fulfilled with his lovers in his arms.

His heart exploded even more as for the first time after 47 years of sleeping with each other he was asked to stay for the night, to hug San to sleep. “I’ve waited for this forever.” He whispered, lips claiming San’s once more, soft and tender as his hands busied themselves with exploring every centimetre of his lover’s body. A long while later his knot subsided and his slid out of San followed by his leaking out of it. While he was still in snuggling mood, he decided to clean them first. San seemed to already be asleep so Taehyung was quiet as he went inside the bathroom to get a damp towel. Cleaning San’s own from his stomach he then went on to clean where the had leaked and then over to himself. Too lazy to still put the towel back he left it beside the bed and then snuggled up against him beneath the sheets.

Finally, he could sleep next to the man he loved.

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A cold breeze scurried over his skin, almost as if a ghostly breath kissed him awake, a feather light touch over his cheek, through his hair. No dream had ruled his mind but the awakening was much worse. Emptiness was found next to him as Taehyung shot awake from his sleep. Hands at first feeling for the prince next to him but cold sheets only being what he found. Moonlight lightened the room revealing even more so that his lover was gone. Heavy emotions hit his body as he sat up in the bed. What was that? There was a drop running down his cheek, the taste salty as it reached his lips, almost like a tear---but it wasn’t his.

San. San. San. It was as if San’s blood that was still left in his system had him feel coldness, loneliness. Was it his? Panic broke throughout him, had him glide out of the bed, hands running through his hair. About to bold out of the room to look for San in the palace, he heard a noise. Quiet and faint but it sounded like a sob. The bathroom, why hadn’t he thought of that first? Hurried steps carried him into the room. A body lay by the window. San.

Rushing over his movement was stopped abruptly. His hair was white, it was not only an illusion from the moonlight. San seemed almost apathetic lying there, the moonlight having the tears all over his cheeks sparkle almost majestically. The ghost. Rumours had spread throughout the palace like a wildfire about Sekhmet’s prince screaming at night, about white hair being what one should run from. Was this why San had always pushed him away, told him to leave before night-time hit?

Taehyung walked over kneeling in front of his lover. His hand dared to reach out, caress through the white hair. “San.” He whispered even though he was not sure if speaking was actually a way to go with this. His arms reached out to cradle his lover’s chest pulling him closer so that San’s head rested on his lap. It was good that he had decided to pull on his briefs before they had fallen asleep. “My dear love.” Taehyung caressed his hair, wiped the tears from his face with his thumb gently sliding over the cold skin. He knew that in this moment the ghost ruled over San but all he wanted was to have his lover in his arms, ghost or normal, and showing him that he was saved and loved, and even more so not alone.

“I am here with you, my love. You are not alone, do not fear.” He whispered as his hands continued to caress through his white hair, tenderly massaging the scalp. “Come back to me, San, hold onto me, talk to me. I love you, don’t cry, I’m with you, I will always be.”

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes He'd never felt such a searing pain in between his legs before. It felt like a hot piece of metal was pressed to his skin, burning his flesh. He never knew the young prince had a knot. Didn't even know he was /part/ wolf, only that his family's familiar was wolves. Somehow, once the searing pain had ripped a loud scream of Taehyung's name out of him for the second time, the pain turned to pleasure. Still painful, but San found a sick source of pleasure from pain. Something about the idea of being ripped open, smacked, scratched, choked... well, anyways. The feeling of the other man above him swelling in him, filling him up, being stuck inside of him. /Claiming/ him as his mate in the most physical way possible... It made San's legs — whole body, for that matter — shiver and shake and twitch underneath Taehyung. San's eyelids fluttered, eyes crossing as they rolled back, and his tongue stuck out as a lewd, breathy, and airy moan left him as he came with the prince, all over his own stomach.

It was clearly okay, and he could definitely take it. San didn't have to speak, the expression on his face said it all.

San and Taehyung were panting, stuck together, and San stared up through hooded eyes, mind foggy with an overwhelming, drug-like feeling of fondness, adoration, and love for the man above him. Yes, he was ed out and blissed out, but he still could focus on the man he loved. The man who — who loved him back? He opened his mouth to speak, but it was difficult, the other man had ed the words out of him and then melted his heart.

"You were never a toy to me, honey... Why else would I still call you that name after 50 years? It reminds me of when I first called you it, when you turned so red," he smiled up at the other prince, eyes fading to a deeper red. "It will always be you, Taehyung. It has been. You — " the kiss interrupted him, but he happily returned it with a dreamy hum. "You're the only one to ever truly make me feel calm, loved, and not alone in here..." he trailed off. The thought of his nightmares crept in, but he quickly shoved them down. If Taehyung loved him, and he loved Taehyung, they should be able to sleep together. And if Taehyung truly, unconditionally loved him, he would accept the stuff he might come to find out from going to bed with the elder. He ran his fingers up and down Taehyung's arms, shoulders, sides; everywhere he could touch, where he had scratched.

For the first time in 47 years, San uttered, "Taehyung Tepes, will you stay with me tonight?"

— time skip —

It was the middle of the night, around three in the morning when it happened. Both of them where asleep, finally separated after some time, but cuddled in each other's arms, so neither of them noticed that San's hair had turned white. The blackness of his sleep swirled to form a man. He was holding two children, a boy and a girl, but a set of claws made of static tore him to shreds with a bloodcurdling scream, and the two children were snatched from his arms. The man started to speak but it was just a disgusting, staticky gurgling as blood poured out of his mouth, hand outstretched to San as he collapsed into the blackness of San's dream. It shot San up out of bed, out of the hold of his lover's arms. The sheets pooled at his hips as usual, his body shaking and clammy. But this time, having slept next to the other prince, he hadn't screamed.

The ghost looked to the man next to him, and that's when he realized that the prince next to him was about to find out sooner than San would have liked. The thing didn't yell like a banshee this time. But instead, it's milky eyes started to cry. Quietly, he sniveled, shook, cried almost silently. Something in him allowed those thoughts from long before to come back:

Taehyung would leave if he found out.

And this was going to be that moment. And just after they said their "I love you"s, too. How quaint.

San slipped out of his bed with the lightness of a feather, cold, ghostly fingers caressing over Taehyung's cheek and carding through his hair. Normally the ghost took him wherever, on a winding, mindless journey, consciousness on auto-pilot, but this time, he walked to the bathroom and slowly curled up — alone — in a corner of his bathroom, by the painting on the side toward the window; under the moonlight.

@☪♚ San Sekhmet . The heat engulfed, had his throb for more as his name was screamed, more blood drawn from his sides as San clawed himself deeply into them before scratching the skin, the flesh. He was still dazed from the venom that San had brought into his system, now more so pushing his down as it would stream through his body while the taste of San’s blood had Taehyung go crazy. Never before had he tasted something this delicious. Human blood was nothing compared to what ran in the other prince’s veins. Pleasure ran through him as he lusted for more, more blood, more heat, he wanted to into San so badly, wanted to have him squirm even more beneath his hold, want his to ravish him like no other man had ever dared to. San was still his everything, would always and forever be. A love so deep that the feelings suffocated him as he wanted to let them out but couldn’t. San would never love him back, he was only a toy to Sekhmet’s prince.

He had almost taken too much blood, had almost choked the throat too lightly. His hand moved down to claw into San’s shoulder instead, his fangs releasing San from the hold as he over his own lips and his lover’s neck to take in the last drops of the alluring taste. Almost too slow for his taste but also extremely gentle did he pull out his from the heat only leaving his tip inside before ing back into San. He wanted to pull out completely, wanted to force himself back inside then with all strength but he worried that the San’s muscles wouldn’t let him in a second time if he removed himself for one second even.

The sensation was thrilling, he had never ed a hole this tight from it never having been stretched before. The room smelled like and blood, steamy and hot as Taehyung’s mind got more and more clouded from the pleasure that radiated from his right through his whole body, had him tremble slightly even which only caused him to claw into San’s shoulder tighter in order for him to keep his control. They still had a to intensify on speed, a lot, even if just San’s heat could have made him like this, squirming beneath him, being so utterly perfect.

“It’s all yours, my beautiful prince.” He whispered replying to the sudden change in mood. God, he loved San. In a moment like this it almost felt as if San loved him too even though Taehyung knew that he never would. For now he could just forget about it, could turn his anger into loving touches until his lover came for him and just him. Maybe that was enough to accept that he would never be by his side. It was still something at least, a connection that kept them close even if it was only a physical one. This time Taehyung dared to slide out completely before ing back into his lover. , did he feel good. His forehead rested against San’s, eyes locked as his hair was played with, hips rolling against his as he buried into himself into him again so deeply with utter precision that he would hit that sweet spot to make his lover see stars dancing at the ceiling. His anger was replaced by love as they were suddenly actually feeling like one in more than one way.

His movements stopped, froze as he was settled deeply into San, eyes staring down at him in surprise, shock more so. “You---” He paused trying to process if it wasn’t just his mind playing tricks on him. “---you... love me?” His words were slow, his heart racing in his chest like crazy. Taehyung snapped back into reality as he picked up speed ing San even deeper than before, trying to slam against that sweet spot with every as the younger squirmed beneath him. Their bodies were tightly pressed against each other as his vampire speed was of use, no human would have managed to San like that, no other vampire even. The tightness drove him crazy as his body was a , groaning, panting and growling breath. His lips still managed to kiss San in between, sloppily and hungrily as he wanted more and more.

The growing of his tip went unnoticed to him even if the ing into San got harder. Taehyung was already close to his high, his body’s stamina almost being about to break to the point that he couldn’t even talk anymore, couldn’t confess to San too. One last , one last loud groan and his shot deep into San. At first he didn’t notice, panted on top of San, his face buried into his lover’s neck. Though then he realized how it got tighter inside of San, how the tip of his grew--- “Oh , San, I’m so sorry, can you take it? , my wolf took over...” Taehyung wanted to push himself up to look down at San, see if he was okay from being even stretched more now, filled to the rim with Taehyung’s and knot. , there was no way to separate them now, not that he wanted to, but the heat and tightness had him almost break due to all the lust rushing through his body again. Though for San this would not be as pleasurable, more so painful.

Being connected like this, it was finally time for those words to be said. “I ing love you, San. I always have and I always will... seeing you with Andy, it drove me crazy, I was so scared that she would steal you from me completely. I thought it was okay to just be your toy to with but god, I love you so ing much, I don’t want to ever be without you. That’s why all this had me freak out.” His lips started to move all over San’s face to leave butterfly kisses along his cheeks and jawline before capturing his lips for a sweet, innocent kiss. “I love you, San Sekhmet, always and forever.”

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes Taehyung was always such a selfish ing brat. But San came to love it, even when Taehyung was only in his twenties. San had walked Taehyung around his old palace, teaching him what he could, what Taehyung had come there for, as many times and for as long as the younger prince wanted. San never thought it was because /he/ was the interest, or that Taehyung just wanted to spend time with him and listen to him speak. No one ever did, so why would this young prince want anything different from the rest. But San loved him as a pupil and then as a man, so he never objected to giving him what he wanted, being what he needed. A tutor, a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, lips to kiss, a to ride. He'd always wanted to take it one further: a man to love. But that never seemed to be in the cards. A young wolf could never love an old and dying lion, could it?

But this time, the young prince's bratty words only added fuel to the fire.

"You treat me like , don't care about anything else but ing me."

That one hurt. And he was going to let Taehyung know. Was, in the very sense of the word. He planned on it, but never got to because Taehyung was already doing so many other things to him, and in Taehyung's neck, his fangs were buried. San only bit harder and growled. Taehyung tasted so good, he wondered why he'd never given into the sin before with his young prince.

He'd never been ed by a man, and it had been a while since the two of them had done anything together, but he figured that the preparation Taehyung was doing was still not enough. Not only for him, but for anyone in general. But, hey, a little bit of pain never hurt anyone... well... that might not be the right phrasing. Nevertheless, Taehyung pushed against him, and it hurt. San clenched and wouldn't let the younger in, but then Taehyung forced himself in, and god did that burn feel so good. But it didn't stop San from screaming out the younger's name and scratching down his sides. The pain subsided to a throbbing pleasure in both his heat and his , not to mention the throbbing in his throat against Taehyung's choking grip and beneath his fangs.

Everything in San was throbbing, aching for more. His throat ached under Taehyung's firm hands, beneath his fangs as blood poured into his mouth. His already throbbed for release — which, he knew he could control for as long as he needed to — and his heat ached for more of Taehyung. God, he was so needy, he was already filled to the brim with the prince's , yet there San was, squirming underneath the bigger male, wanting more after one in already. Taehyung's second made his body shiver, twitch and melt underneath him, shivers shooting up his spine.

San went from angry to possessive in the blink of an eye. "You're so big, baby... This is mine, isn't it, little prince? You don't anyone else like this, do you?" he gasped as Taehyung slid out and slammed back in again, the stretch not failing to drive him crazy. He heard the bed creak and he felt his body jolt as the younger vampire ed him into the mattress. Instinctively, San grabbed the younger's hair, fingers tangled in the ebony curls. San let out a breathy chuckle as he stared up at the other, his hips slowly rolling like before as Taehyung ed him. Despite the anger he felt radiating off the younger, he still ed him slow, which felt divine. The slower pace had San moving with him, squirming and writhing as his eyes fluttered shut. It slipped from his mind for a just a moment that they had fought, the way Taehyung was moving was so perfect, they were so close together and breathing so hard, it was like they'd moved on and started to make love (why hadn't San let the younger top him before?)

"I love you," San's breathed confession was involuntary, and it was softer than when he'd yelled it at him, and it made him hold on tighter to the other's hair.

And something he wasn't aware of — love or anger — snapped in the younger, but god, did its physical result feel equally as good as before. Somehow Taehyung managed to reach even deeper inside of him as his hips picked up speed. San tried his best to move his hips with the other, but it was so much, that the older just spread his legs wider and arched his back to press their chests together, his moans and his whines, slipping out between hard panting. He kneaded Taehyung's scalp to play with his curls, tugging on them every now and then.

"Taehyung... ..."

@☪♚ San Sekhmet It was a good kind of pain as more and more blood dripped down his skin just wherever San decided to claw into him. His groans the immediate reaction to what should have left him in pain and tears but it was too pleasurable to even get to that point. They had never been this rough, had been wild before, yes, but never treated each other like animals who were about to fight for death. Too bad, San would need quite the pyramid if he ever died, Taehyung wanted to be with him forever but if there was no chance to his lover clearly deserved a goodbye equal to what an Egyptian pharaoh had gotten, San was just as equal to a god.

His face was jerked and forced to look at San who dug deeply his nails deeply into his skin once more. At first he didn’t even manage to listen, the blood rushing through his body being the only intense sound in his ears. As the scratches got deeper, moved further, he finally listened even though still only half of what was thrown at him also reached right through. The stab right in his heart was worse than any of the bleeding scratches turning his body into a mess, his heart was what truly hurt, pained, suffered, suffocated. Even like this San would never love him, would never whisper sweet words to him at night, would never hold him for anything more than ing. “I am your ing toy, your pet, your object to play with! You ing treat me like , don’t care about anything else but ing me. How do you think I feel? Have you ever just the tiniest way considered what you are to me that I will never be to you?!” He growled, tears burning in his eyes.

Just as his hand was about to move down from San’s to his firm , he saw that bloody smile cross the other’s lips. “Oh god...!” A sharp moan escaped his lips, he threw his head back as the fangs buried deep into his skin. The stinging pain was replaced by pleasure as San’s venom mixed with his blood, had more moans, though softer ones, press past his lips. For a moment his body trembled and he almost collapsed on top of San just from this sinful sensation.

Though it also pumped him up as his fingers finally found their destination, two pushing forcefully into him the first time before Taehyung added a third. His prepping was done only a moment later as his twitched and could not await the other’s heat any longer. The fangs were still buried into him as he clutched onto San’s shoulders, fingers clawing into them as he had positioned himself. The other vampire’s muscles didn’t move one bit as his tip pushed against them. He growled in frustration as he pushed harder, more aggressively. One of his hands tightened around San’s throat pulling his face away from his neck and slamming his head back into the pillows. He pushed harder, growling even louder as his tip finally pressed past the ring of muscles having him enter the other male.

God, he was so ing tight, it drove Taehyung crazy as he wanted more, wanted to get in deeper, completely fill up this foreign territory. “God, San, baby...” He moaned as he leaned down back to bite along San’s chest. “My turn...” He groaned as his fangs rammed into his lover’s neck. Oh , did he taste good. Rolling his eyes back at the sensation, his hips buckled, his finally completely ing into the other vampire. So good, so good, he thought as the sinful taste engulfed his body, the heat from his lover fully surrounding him as he rested just like this for a moment longer to have San adjust to the size of his . Though, controlling himself was hard as all he wanted was to pull out and into him again with even more force.

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes It felt so right, having gotten that confession out.

But it felt so wrong to not hear it reciprocated. It felt like a stake to the heart. It felt like (if he allowed it to be) the fist that landed out of his chest, knocked the wind out of him, was going to be the last straw, the fist that finally broke the hourglass, gave Anubis what he wanted back: San's soul. There was no point in going on if even Taehyung wanted to beat the out of while they ed, wanted nothing more than to own him. Not love him. /Own/ him. He wasn't a ing animal, despite how often it jumped out of him. The anger coming from the other matched his own, so he let the animal take over completely. If Taehyung wanted to be rough, wanted to claim him and mark him, hit him, smack him, spit on him, scratch him, bite him, make it painfully obvious that San Sekhmet was an object, was his pet, then by god, San Sekhmet would bite back.

He was too dizzy from being punched in the chest and manhandled and bitten, that he hadn't heard that he was to Taehyung what Andy had been to him. Even the animal couldn't stop his tears. With each mark he added, the animal's claws dug deeper into Taehyung's skin, and he tugged his face away from his , claws sinking into the skin of Taehyung's face. His voice was deeper than usual, a new kind of rage the animal had experienced. A deeper betrayal than Andy had ripped out of him. Nothing would beat the loss of a forty-seven-year affair, nothing could ever top that loss.

Of course he was Taehyung's. The young prince had his heart, had San, wrapped around his finger, for fifty years.

"Yeah? I know I'm yours. You've had me wrapped around your ring finger, in love with you, for five decades, Taehyung," he started off sweet, but saying he loved Taehyung again, to his face, made him angrier. "You like the idea of making another royal your , Taehyung? Why don't you put a collar and a leash around me, call me your pet? That's all I'll ever be to you, huh? An item?" he scratched his face, "A toy?" he scratched his chest, "An object?" his arms, "A pet?" his stomach, "A ing prize?!" he roared at the other prince. "Has it always been your goal to tame Sekhmet's infamously crazed prince? Is that why you've stuck around for fifty years? Am I just a to sit on to you like I am to everyone else who feigns interest?" he growled, his hips ing Taehyung's hand as hard as his muscles would allow him to. He wanted to bend the other royal over and him until he apologized, and then some more. But Taehyung had him locked beneath him. This was going to hurt, his first time like this. At this point, any pain wasn't even a problem, his heart ached too much that it drowned out physical pain.

And then again, San would take what he could get at this point. If Taehyung wanted to own him, then fine. If that's the closest he'd ever be to his lover, then fine.

The smell of the other's blood had him spinning, drove the animal crazy. He'd fed off of his mother before, but they were family. He'd never fed off of Taehyung before. For two unrelated vampires, that was usually for bonded couples. Sire-fledgling couples. But, god, he smelled so good. San's blood boiled, and he looked Taehyung in the eyes with a crooked, fanged smile just before he rammed his fangs into the other prince's neck with a growled, "Honey..."

@☪♚ San Sekhmet This all felt ing wrong, getting angry at his lover for her. That goddamn , how dare she? How dare San still be so attached to her when he had Taehyung right in front of him? Why wasn’t he enough? Why didn’t San care about him? Goddammit! “Didn’t what? You ed her, didn’t you? Ran after her like a ing puppy, I bet.”

Pain ran through his body, a fight going on between the rage and the pain. Whichever would win, it was the worst he had ever been through, as if he was caught in eternal hell with his mind ruling over him. Was this how San felt? He couldn’t tell, couldn’t focus on that rushed question as hands clawed into his back. Taehyung threw his head back with a groan from the sensation as their hips moved against each other so sensually, clothed crotches rubbing their members to hardness making it painfully tight in his pants. He stared into his lover’s eyes as he was forced too, darkness gleaming in his eyes as the rage had won the upper hand in him. Usually, he would stare lovingly at San, dreamily and soft but this was different, sensations he had never had before, not with San nor with anyone else.

“Goddammit, of course I had a first love, right ing in front of me but I won’t ever be loved back like this for God’s sake. There’s nothing we can do, it’s just chasing after an eternally impossible dream---” Tears formed in his own eyes as all that San had described was exactly him, his lover. He hit his one hand onto San’s chest too aggressively as he was frustrated, close to breaking down completely.

What Andy was to San, San was to him. His lover would never know, never figure out just how all this crashed onto him, leaving him in despair, in an endless vicious circle of being alone. He couldn’t cope, would never be able too because that spot in San’s heart was already taken even if Taehyung would have been a better choice. Love wasn’t about choosing as it seemed, though that was even more frustrating. Why couldn’t it just be easy for once? “I am ing losing it!” He growled as suddenly red eyes stared at him. It was too much to take. Fine, then Andy had his ing heart but Taehyung could at least still have San’s body and make it his---and this night he would.

He growled and groaned as the scent of his own blood filled up the room. Why was it that he was still the one being in San’s control? Tonight he wanted it differently, he wanted to San’s brain out of his body, leave a memory in his mind that would be stuck there forever, would never be able to be overwritten. He sat up only to rip the fabric of San’s pants open throwing it somewhere into the mess of the room and doing just the same with the fabric of his underwear until his lover was beneath him. God, the sight was tempting, Taehyung leaned down again, teeth biting his lover’s chest, harshly on his s, his own hand clawing everywhere where there was space, clawing, digging, drawing blood as he marked him all over. His teeth sank into San’s shoulder though he controlled his fangs from appearing. He didn’t want to drink from his lover, his body and mind was just switched to marking what was his, to have everyone ing now that Taehyung had made his lover, this body his first.

As he was caught in himself, rage and passion rushing through him, he did not listen to what San said, it only reached him as a muffled noise and he was past the point where he wanted to talk. He wanted his lover to be his. He ripped his own clothes from his body, the already damaged shirt left him first, followed by his own pants and boxers which he got rid of by ripping them away. His hand wrapped around San’s as his lips, teeth and tongue were still occupied with his chest. “You’re ing mine.” He growled against San’s neck, his hand sliding along his , fingers playing with the tip of it.

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes "God, are you ing kidding me?" Taehyung's growl already yanked tears out of San's eyes. He figured this was it for them, after this. He couldn't lose another. He just couldn't. Not another lover.

"T-Taehyung, n-no, I – she and I didn't –– " San's stuttering stopped when his lover ripped his shirt off, tore his belt off, and started to on his neck, his chest, his . The sudden dominance from the younger turned him on, and he felt his blood rush south, twitching in his pants. He felt the anger broiling in his stomach, too. How could Taehyung have the nerve to get so mad at him? How could Taehyung have the audacity to care about who San loved and let get under his skin, aggravate his temper? Why was Taehyung so ing selfish to want his old and used toy to himself? San could not be more dense.

It took everything in him to snuff out the angrier side that so desperately wanted to spear its claws into San's mind and control him. He refused to have it come out and hurt Taehyung. Though, some of it still slipped out; his claws still raked up Taehyung's back, shredding the man's shirt and skin along their path. San's growl was deep, and he grabbed the younger vampire's chin, forcing him to look at him. He was panting, growling, and his hips worked independently, slowly, and sensually against Taehyung's, urging both of them to harden in their pants against each other. It was a stark contrast to the gruff barking the older vampire was doing.

"Taehyung, have you ever had a first love? Have you ever gotten nostalgic about anything from your childhood? Your young adulthood? About a time when things were easier for you because of one thing or another? Do you ever touch something, see something, smell something, taste something, hear something that helps you hold on? That flashes you to the past? That keeps you ing sane, especially in this hellhole of a palace?" San growled.

"Your cousin was all of that to me," he decided to skip the melodrama of his death, still, "and I lost it. Just imagine losing your first love to someone else, and then never being able to see them again," he slowly pulled the other in, still growling. "Would you be able to cope?" he hissed, hips bucking, and he could feel himself growing more bitter despite the tears pouring down his face, "or would you lose it, too? Would you lose it if you lost something so dear to you and then the one person who actually was able to comfort you wasn't even accessible?! Hadn't even told you where the he was going?!" he was slipping. The room was luckily dark enough that the shift in his hair color would go unnoticed, but his eyes shifted bright red. There was just enough of the normal San –– the San that loved Taehyung so dearly –– to keep the animal from snapping completely.

San's growling got deeper, louder, and he methodically scratched up and down Taehyung's chest, scratching the skin and keeping the wounds open with each drag of his nails. "Don't say that I wouldn't freak out if I lost you, too, Taehyung. Don't act like you don't occupy such a deep part of my head and my heart that I wouldn't react the same way, or even worse, if I lost you, too."

San's normal voice cracked as he switched back and forth with the animal, "Don't act like you aren't the only man I've ever loved; that I haven't loved you for nearly fifty ing years, Taehyung."

@☪♚ San Sekhmet Hearing his name from his lover’s lips only had him crave more, his deep voice causing a crackling fire to burn beneath Taehyung’s skin as every touch, every sensation got more heated. Their second heated kiss was broken and the young vampire wasn’t too sure if he wanted to stop now only to hear the reason---maybe they could just talk about this after both had been satisfied with their needs, brains ready to actually listen instead of all blood rushing southwards. Though, he rested his forehead against San’s to listen as he had even been the one who wanted to talk originally---San was just too distracting. How could his mind focus when his body was captured in another fantasy?

For a short moment is mind blanked utterly confused what was going on but more so it was the anger rising in him as those words sank deeper in, stinging right beneath his skin in his heart. Rage sizzled in his body, one that he was unable to control. “That ing .” His eyes darkened as his voice radiated his anger just as much. He couldn’t actually tell what frustrated him more, that his cousin had treated has beloved San that way or he fact that his lover had ended up as such an utter mess because of her again, because he still cared, because he still loved Andy more than he would ever love Taehyung. He as just the boy to the older vampire, nothing serious, never going to get into his heart and emotions. But Andy ruled over him because she was his first love. Dear ing god. The rage boiled and boiled in him until he eventually exploded.

“God, are you ing kidding me? That was what---four hundred years ago? Why do you still care so ing much about that ?” His hands grabbed onto San’s shirt, fingers digging into the soft material. He had passed the point of staying calm as he ripped the shirt open to push it away. “Did you with her once she was back? Did you have a little romance before she /moved on/?”

His lips moved back down to San’s neck, this time crashing on it forcefully as he the skin, biting it even but it was gently and with his fangs kept in even though he clearly would have loved to taste the vampire’s blood. Though, his attention was to leave marks all over him, show whoever touched him again that San was his. “Did she do this to you too, huh? Did she touch you down here?” His hand moved down to brush over San’s crotch only to then unbuckle the belt with one hand even though it was rather complicated to manage. He was forceful, rushed in his movements as he the skin further down to have his tongue play with San’s , and encircle them, lightly.

“How can she evoke your ing temper to freak out when I should be the only one really on your mind like this? Why do you care more for her than for more?!”

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes San knew the answer would anger him, and it was because it involved his family. His cousin, Andy. His lips parted to answer, a soft croak of a voice leaving him before it was swallowed by a deeper kiss, and pressed down into his chest as the bigger of the two settled between his legs. Of course, how could he forget, Taehyung didn't love him back. Five decades of Egyptian heat burned in San's heart, between his legs — in his stomach — for this man. But it was only half reciprocated. He was too old for Taehyung to want to settle with, to love back. And San's biological hourglass was too clearly cracked despite his trying to hide it, the sand was trickling out of the cracks and into Anubis' palms. Why would such a young vampire choose to love one four times as old as his father? The thrill of ing the teacher from his twenties was what kept Taehyung crawling back between San's legs, under his sheets, wasn't it? It had to be. That's all San was to anyone. An animal to gawk at, and an animal in bed. Right? If the animal got too tired, too clingy, it was time to adopt a new pet, right? It was only a matter of time.

San let out a soft sigh against the prince's lips as he kissed back. He couldn't let himself spiral again, it was too much in one week. The only sounds in the room were the soft sounds of their kisses, their breathing, and the sheets shuffling beneath them. And Taehyung's deep voice, his name. It was so sinful, the first times he'd heard Taehyung moan his name, it instantly had the younger prince bent over into the sheets begging to be touched more, but nowadays, it sent shivers through San's body, warmed his heart, and threw him deeper in love with the other man. God, how could he have gotten so involved with the Tepes-Bathory covens...

"Taehyung..."

His nails raked down the younger's chest, and he returned the second kiss, but he reluctantly pulled back from it soon after, so he could answer his lover before he got to giving Taehyung what he'd come back for.

"Your cousin, Andy... You remember what she means to me..." he started, clutching onto the younger's arm. The wound was still fresh, so he needed to hold something for comfort. "She..." 'she's pregnant,' he wanted to say, it was a more accurate explanation. But he'd promised his first love not to tell. San's voice faltered, "She... finally, fully moved on," he said.

That was the second-most accurate explanation. She'd moved on from his death, from him, from the past, from everything, and he was the last one to be still somewhat stuck. That's what hurt him. But Taehyung didn't know that he'd died, that he was stuck because of it. He'd tell him... eventually. Maybe when Taehyung left him forever, he'd tell... "I couldn't... take it. And I... had no one to go to, so I lost my temper."

@☪♚ San Sekhmet Honey. The word kindling in his body like a fire of hope as it brought shivers down his spine, a chill all over his body. If only he was serious, if only he actually cared as much to ever think of Taehyung that way. But it was nothing like that and he knew it all too well. While it had been this way for nearly five decades now, it was still nothing less than being some sort of friends with benefits. What happened in bed, or occasionally the bathtub, was the only way on how he would ever be close to his lover. Emotions would only ever be involved on his side. San had no reason to care for him apart from when they ed. It was all just so utterly stupid.

Still though, his thoughts calmed as familiar arms wrapped around him, as their lips brushed against each other having them dance in a soft rhythm to a melody that only they knew, almost a secret, it actually was one. “Did you?” He questioned almost as if he actually couldn’t believe it. Though in his heart he knew that the way he missed San all the time was different from how the other prince missed him, missed his buddy. “I missed you too, I should have just teleported myself back for the nights---” ‘---but you don’t want me in your bed to sleep, so there was no reason to.’ He thought not daring to voice it though.

“What exactly did you learn?” Taehyung further asked. As if he would be satisfied with such a vague answer, San should clearly know about that. Being cuddled up to his lover was great but it still didn’t feel like enough. He craved more just like he always did. His lips busied themselves with kissing over San’s jawline and down to his neck as he nibbled against the skin. His scent engulfed him almost like a drug as it pulled him into a trance of moving on top of San to further trace his neck with kisses. “Who did this to you?” Taehyung whispered as his lips pressed onto his throat where his intensified a little.

“God, even your skin tastes so good...” His eyes were half-lidded as his lips found his lover’s once more. This time he led the kiss as it was more demanding, sensual as soft touches turned into and eventually his tongue pressing past the slit between his lips. Taehyung wanted to feel his everything, wanted to taste every corner of his lover’s hot cavern. “O San...” He moaned into the kiss. Just this made him feel hot, bothered, almost like when the sun hit the desert radiating an unbelievable heat. That exact heat rushed through his body as he pressed his lips down for another sensual kiss. While he wanted to hear the answers to his questions, he was still barely able to part himself from the sensation.

@❈♚ Taehyung Tepes He'd gotten used to the clutter, so sleeping in his room amongst it all after everything that had happened wasn't an issue anymore. San hadn't done much that day, but he was still tired, so he had gone for a midday nap. He'd been so tired he didn't even have time to pull the tattered sheets over himself, but he didn't care, he didn't feel cold most if the time.

For once, in what seemed like forever, San had a good dream. It was of his lover. It was dream in the future, for something he wished for. To be openly in love and happily settled down with Taehyung, the man he'd kept a secret from everyone for forty-seven years and counting. He missed him. He'd only been gone for a few days, and normally everything was fine when the other prince had to go, but this time wound to be an inconvenient one, but one that no one could have predicted. He would have killed to have been able to have run into Taehyung's arms and calm down. But... he'd also been glad his lover hadn't been there to see his meltdown: to watch him split, tear up the halls, to cry and sob and yell and howl, to kill a man and tear his heart out just to eat it. And even then, the two of them rarely interacted together in public, and he didn't need nor want to have Taehyung pulled into the many rumors and whispers that circled around the palace's servants about him. So he wouldn't have been able to go to him anyways.

The dream, more specifically, was a wedding. How hopeful his subconscious was. But hey, that's what dreams were for, to imagine a utopia for yourself. They'd reached the "I do"s and he felt a faint warmth envelop him, and instead of dream Taehyung saying "I do," he whispered "San" to him. The dream was over once San opened his eyes the smallest bit to see Taehyung draped over top of him. He stretched his limbs and let out a strained noise, the one you let out when you stretch just right. Taehyung was asking him what had happened. Right, the walls...

"Honey..." San mumbled sleepily instead. His arms wrapped around the man he loved so dearly, so deeply. He kissed him, a soft, loving, chaste kiss. "I missed you so much..." he hesitated to keep speaking. "I... just... learned things I wish I hadn't at the ball," his voice was still quiet. He knew Taehyung knew about his temper, and that's how he wanted to keep it: a temper. Not due to death. Not due to the nightmares. Taehyung couldn't know, it would drive him away, surely, and their nearly fifty year love affair would be blown away like sand in the desert. San couldn't take that ever, and especially not after Andy

@☪♚ San Sekhmet The ball festivities and humans in the palace having not at all been his kind of taste, Taehyung had been out for a journey through the ruins outside Russia. The whole world was shattered with nothing but chaos and destruction left. It was tragic to see all this, the war having wrecked everything. Only a few buildings were still completely intact, one of them being an old temple in Thailand where Taehyung had then spend most of the week to figure out some old writings. Though, after all this had been done he craved home again having missed one person in particular.

His teleportation carried him back to the palace in seconds landing in one of the hallways instead of his room as his first destination was to see him. Almost rushing through the hallways a little too excitedly he suddenly stopped as he overheard a conversation in the lounge hall. Some human servants whispered about someone’s freak out at the ball. Taehyung wanted to ignore it but as San’s name was dropped he stormed into the room. One quick motion and he had his hands around the one human’s throat as if he was about to choke him. “What did you just say about San Sekhmet?” His voice was low, monotone, a threat in itself as the fear of death gleamed in the human’s eyes. While the other ran away Taehyung tightened his grip around this one until the human started to stammer something about rumours and how his room looked like a battlefield of havoc. Having heard that his grip choked the other even further before pushing him against the wall and storming out of the room.

San, his San, what had happened to him? Deep regret spread throughout his chest, clutching at his heart. Whatever had happened, he could have prevented it from happening if only he had been there. In all honesty, he hadn’t thought that leaving San alone for a week would lead to this. Surely, people had told him about those freak outs, about the ghost in him but Taehyung had never experienced it. His lover had always been calm around him, almost as if he was a different person. Taehyung had always pushed it far down his brain, had thought that the people must have actually talked about someone else.

Soon he reached the Sekhmet wing of the palace. With feather-light he walked through the wing to San’s room stopping right in front of the big, heavy door. Should he knock? No, Taehyung wasn’t the type for that, he had always been more of the storming inside and surprising him person. Though this time he opened the door slowly unsure to what he would find behind it. Shock rushed through his body ripping his eyes wide open as he saw the state of the room, claw marks were on the walls, everything was ripped, the mirror broken even if their was no glass anymore. It looked as if a locked in beast had gone wild. And in this mess he found San lying on his bed sleeping as if nothing had ever happened.

Taehyung sneaked into the room closing the door behind him carefully to not make any noise yet. He walked over to the bed climbing on top of it to lay next to San. He lay on his side, his body pressed against San’s as his hand d the hair away that had fallen over San’s eye. A loving smile played along his lips as he was finally next to his lover again. “San...” He whispered, his hand moving down to gentle caress over the male’s clothed chest. “What happened? Can’t I leave you alone for a few days without anything happening?” His voice was rather quiet but it still reflected the concern he felt. Taehyung had to know just what had gotten his lover into this state and then he would kill whoever had driven him to the point of freaking out like this.

@♙ Debby Ryan (i think we can move to A after this to time skip to victim two hehe. sorry it's a tad short)

San noticed the little things she did, the way her muscles intrinsically twitched when she held back from doing something she wanted, the way her eyes shook and ogled at his own, the shift in her breathing. He'd gotten good at noticing the little things after so many long years of being alive, and after learning how to walk on eggshells around everyone.

"Something the matter?" he asked, shifting to sit up a little straighter. His eyes fell on her dress just outside of the bathroom, and he chuckled. That's probably what she was worried about. That, or the aftermath of their rage still lying on the floor. "If you're worried about your clothes, just put them back on. If anyone asks, a vampire drank from you or attacked you and your boyfriend. If you're worried about him," he pointed to John, "don't worry. I'll eat the rest of him later, or I'll give him to the family to share," he hummed, his fangs still bloody when he smiled at her. He them when he smelled the iron, then cleared his throat a little. "Would you like me to help you dry off and get out of here?"

@♙ Debby Ryan She spoke to him, and somehow it caught him off guard. As did her playing with his hair. San looked at her, and he carefully pulled her to sit in his lap so there wasn't such an awkward angle for her to play with his hair. He took the moment to bury his face in her chest, unsure when he'd ever be able to hold someone the same way again. He stayed like that as long as he could before he realized he'd let the silence get deafening.

"Mm... no," he answered simply at first against her skin, but then realized it required a bit more of an explanation. It made sense to him why he wouldn't get in trouble, but she wasn't a vampire. So he looked up. "I won't. You're looking at Sekhmet's crown prince. We have a tendency to eat people. And I've got my own spin-off reputation as well. So no one would bat an eyelash at me lashing out at someone, killing, and eating them," he sighed out. His answer was clearly phrased rather cynically, but it was still the truth deep down. "That's part of why I said I wouldn't tell; it would be easy to keep secret. That, and you brought me some food, and because you seemed to have a very good reason for bashing his skull in, so why would I go and get you punished for it," San added with a shrug

@♙ Debby Ryan San's hands went to grip her thighs once she started to ride him, and his hips ground up against hers while she rode him. He the blood from her chest on his way to bury his face in her neck, and he bit down again, a bit softer than before, and he slowly drank from her neck, not minding the dripping of her blood down his chin and neck, and both of their chests. The slickness of the blood against their chests made it smear easily as she rode him, and it made its way to her s, which he took into his hands again, rolling his thumb over her s until they perked up more under his touch. Once he let go, he pressed them against him as he hugged her waist, and he groaned under his breath when she came on him with a scream. It made him instinctively scratch down her back, and his hips jerked upward. It didn't take too long for him to come as well, and he did as she asked: he stayed inside of her. San held her hips down and panted hard against her neck as he felt his length throb and twitch inside of her, filling her up all the way, and then some, until both of them were dripping onto the sheets beneath them.

She was so warm. Everywhere. Her skin was warm, she wasn't just warm on the inside. The heat radiating off of her could have lulled him to sleep just as they sat, but he slowly pulled from her neck to hug her close instead. She shook in his arms, so San knew this was the time to calm down. The talons in his brain ebbed away and made room for the normal crown prince to breathe. His eyes swirled for the final time that night the deep red they normally were and the split hair faded to his black hair with a white streak. San could breathe. His voice was the same tone as before, but there was a bit of a difference to it... it was saner this time:

"I won't tell."

He carefully picked her up and took her to the bathroom that was just in the back of his room in a room of its own. He turned the water on and then let it warm up, sitting down in the tub next to her with a pile of washcloths next to the edge. Once it was warm enough, he grabbed one of the washcloths and wordlessly got to cleaning her off. He started with the blood from top to bottom. He was gentle with her face and her neck, but as he worked his way down he got a little rougher. Not painful, just pressed a bit harder to get the blood off of her.

San wasn't much of a talker. He knew he probably should speak, but he didn't. He didn't know what to say, didn't know if she'd even care or have the energy to speak right then. He'd gone through about two cloths and was on his third by the time he'd finished cleaning the blood off of her, so he let her relax in the water and moved to himself. For once, he was rather full, so he didn't anything off and just started to wipe the rest of it off of him. He went top to bottom as he had done with her, and once he'd finished with himself, he slowly dipped himself further into the warm water

@♙ Debby Ryan This girl was about as wild as he was, and San was loving every bit of it. Thoughts of slowly corrupting the woman beneath him were already creeping into his mind. He'd melt her mind until she did his bidding, and the thought turned him on more. Having such a pretty girl go out and kill for him, with him. The idea made him drool, and an involuntary murmur dripped out of his lips, "Good girl..."

He usually liked to go for the neck, but if he stayed this close to her, he'd lose the leverage he had that was making him her into the sheets. She begged him and begged him to bite her, to drink from her. "I'll make sure you're never scared of me," he purred down at her and sat back up, his hips stilling out of the blue while he was buried deep inside of her, and he could feel every bit of her dripping around him. It made him shiver, but he still took her wrist into his hand, sinking his fangs deep into it and on it as hard as he could to make sure to get every drop, but he still wasn't completely successful, some still dribbled down her arm, and he groaned against her skin.

San's fingers caressed over her cheek, and they slowly carded through her hair until he had a tight grip on it, and with ease, he pulled her into his lap, eyelids fluttering a bit as he felt her thighs wrap around him. He grunted and held onto her hip with both hands, guiding her on top of him. His chin rested between her s once he pulled from her wrist, but it didn't take too long for the vampire to latch onto her , slowly on it. His eyes were closed at first, but then he opened them to look at her, but they weren't the same as before. Again, the poor thing's brain was still scrambled from the other day, so the closer he got to his release –– which was coming much faster than he thought it would –– the faster his brain ran. He wasn't upset like the first time it had torn out of him, but he seemed to still be feeling enough for the two of them to take up equal halves of him. It made him grunt and growl, but over top of softer, nearly inaudible whines

@♙ Debby Ryan As soon as her arms wrapped around him, San picked her up and moved her to the bed with ease. Normally, San was one for , but he was too far gone to make this drawn out and heated. Being a lover wasn't what was necessary. He knew with the way she kissed him that all she wanted was solace and comfort for what she had done and what he had just done in front of her. She was hungry, and he was going to feed her. He was good at that. The beast in him crawled out further in the sounds he made in the kiss. Growls and grunts accompanied the drag of his hips against her, and spit mixed with blood the deeper the kiss got. He rather crudely hiked up the skirt to her dress and forced her legs further open for him, hands smearing blood up along her thighs, and he did the same to the neckline of her dress to expose her s, leaving two bloody handprints on them while he kneaded them.

Bloody kisses trailed down her neck, and he grazed his fangs over her neck. She smelled so sweet, and he could feel the bloodlust in every part of his body. Every. Part. He'd wait to bite her until he got her to come, but that didn't stop him from drooling. He tore her off, pulled his shirt off, and removed just enough of his bottoms to pull his length out. He pushed himself into her, and he let out a deep growl. She was already dripping wet with him inside of her, and the boost to his ego was enough to get to his head. San huffed as he pulled out and slammed his hips back into her. His eyes glowed from how far his sanity had wandered, and his lids hung heavy, covering them halfway, but he still kept his eyes locked on hers. San's claws dug into the sheets on either side of her head, and his muscles tensed each time his hips slammed back into her. The sound of his skin against hers, of the sinful noises between her legs, and the sight of how his s jolted her into his mattress made him growl and her even harder.

San finally lowered himself to be closer to her face, eyes wide and crazed like before as he panted with every . He finally spoke, and his voice was silky and deep, which was a bit of a contrast to how wild he'd been acting. "You're not scared of me," he hissed, fangs poking out again. "Or is it the fear of death that makes you so pathetically wet for me?" he purred in her ear, pressing his claws against her neck

@♙ Debby Ryan (( tw: still lots and lots of blood and gore ))

Sure, San hand been scrambled up moreso than usual for the past couple days, but that didn't stop one of his three sides from still clawing its way out amongst the clutter. And on his way back from the lounge hall, head still pounding, he'd noticed what seemed to be a lover's quarrel. He's listened in, and upon hearing the man, he felt ten bloodthirsty claws sink deep into the fissures of his brain. He'd not killed in a while... So he ordered the girl to his suite with only a gentle touch to her lower back, a low hiss that bared his fangs, and a beckoning with just his index finger, eyes shining a bloody scarlet while he walked away, locked on hers.

He reached the room first, crunching more of the scattered glass into finer pieces under his heel, and then he sat on his bed, the one thing he'd moved back. She came in a few moments later and immediately threw him onto the fine shards of glass. His head fell next to his feet, and the glass had lacerated enough of him already that there was a pool of blood by his shoes. That glance was full of fear, and he could tell the other man wanted his help: man-to-man solidarity. San stared down at him with a crooked grin and wide, vacant eyes. All he said to him was a deep, gravelly, "No."

Now, San would have loved to get in on the action, but the girl was too quick, too furious, that by the time San shifted to get to the floor, the both of them were covered in blood splatters, and the man's face was unrecognizable. Chips of his skull littered the floor and blended in with the finely shattered glass that was already there. The blood was spilling out of his head, and while she mumbled to herself, San took the time to drink as much as he wanted. He got to his hands and knees in the pooling blood and slowly it off the floor, smeared it over his hands and it off. Once the floor was pretty much clean, San had two more locations of interest. The throat, and the chest. The former would be like a water fountain for him, and the latter gave him the thing he loved to eat the most at Sekhmet family dinners: the heart. He'd save that for last, so he stuck out one of his fingers, claw lengthening and sharpening the hungrier he got, and he easily sliced his throat open, lips wrapped around the cut as the blood gushed into his mouth with the last few beats of his heart. San on it for a bit to get anything he missed, and then slowly crawled forward a bit more, sitting on top of the throat he'd just slit open. He kept his wild eyes on the girl in front of him as he tore his chest open, smashed his ribs apart, and tore his heart out of his chest with a disgusting squishing and squelching noise. He was so gone, so hungry, so feral at that point, that he took no time in eating it entirely. It took about three bites.

His attention turned to the girl as he crawled across the body to her, and he took the brick from her hands, and placed it in the man's empty chest. San didn't know what to say, mainly because words were hard in his current state of mind. His eyes just stayed on hers, searching her face.

San still couldn’t believe it. His mind was spinning, rage boiling and bubbling in his stomach. He wanted nothing more than to kill the child; no, to kill the man that had done this to her. He wanted her to watch him die by his hand. But he loved her, so he was torn. Yes, sure, he’d been in a limbo between having moved on from her, and still being in love with her. And yeah, sure, he kind of figured she, too, had moved on, but the poor husk of a heart left still had hope. So of course he would want her to keep the baby, to be happy, to have /a/ life and /a/ family. But on the other hand there was still a significant part of them wanted it to be /his/ children, /his/ family. And that part was incredibly jealous. And there was the whole of him holding these two parts in each arm that was stuck. Where? He didn’t truly know. Probably the past, like he'd roared at her. Time had stopped being a concern to San. He’d live for ages, he’d die as many times as his mother could bring him back, he’d be stuck in the same, never-ending loop of life, death, and purgatory. This godforsaken palace was purgatory. He was stuck here.



Sometimes San wished Anzhelika had never found him in the desert. He wouldn’t have lived to see the war, wouldn’t have fallen in a weird type of love with her. He wouldn’t be stuck here in this awful place. He only had his family, but even he knew that the love felt forced, for fear that if they didn’t love him, he’d break their necks. Which wasn't true. So even that one solace he had, he felt distant from. Because he was different from them, and only very slightly. But it felt like he was so much more than he was.



The way that the news hit… was like he’d been hit by a train, and then stabbed in the heart with a wooden stake. Because not only was he baseline shocked, he was smacked in the face with a wave of culture shock. He was the only one that hadn’t moved on from the past, from his death. Everyone else that was affected by his death had stopped caring once he came back. No one cared to hold him, to stay with him at night. No one asked. Anzhelika helped, but San felt like after all these years it had become an obligation to her. The one thing he clung to in those nightmares, those hallucinations –– Andy –– was gone. The first, black-haired figure of her was gone, replaced by the blonde, and then he never saw the honey blonde princess in his dreams. And now, he’d never see her again. Not after this outburst. Not now that she’d moved onto another…



San’s bawling echoed through the halls as those screams, those cries, those sobs of frustration and heartbreak erupted out of his vocal cords and rattled each rib in his chest. His claws ripped at the wallpaper of the palace, shredding it with a sharp tearing sound, like when you run a sharp object against denim, or the sound of a zipper being zipped up quickly. Decorations were pushed over, thrown onto the floor. Vases shattered, the pieces scattered about the floor. San knew no matter how much noise he made, how much he broke, no one would come. They’d just move out of the way, eyes wide and frozen as if they were a deer in headlights. He looked behind him, and it looked like a tornado had gone through the halls.



His sobbing lulled, only for him to stop walking in the middle of the hallway, and to start laughing as he stared ahead at the end of the hallway in front of him. It started as chuckling, then escalated to laughing, and then escalated to what sounded like nervous laughter, and boiled over in absolutely hysterical cackling. His one milky eye and one scarlet eye stared ahead, wide, at the nothing ahead of him, his head tilted completely to one side. And his claws were digging into his palms and wrists hard enough to start bleeding onto the floor in small droplets. Bloody streaks lined the floor and the wall as one hand dragged along it the rest of the way to his room.



"There’s nothing inside of me, but why does it hurt more than anything I’ve ever felt?” the yell was gravelly, loud, and his voice cracked just like in the ballroom. It was the only thing he said.



San blacked out, but when he came back to consciousness, he noticed the tossed and torn sheets, the broken mirror, the bloody knuckles, the bits of glass in his hand, the blood on his face in the shattered, bloody fragments of the mirror that still clung on for dear life, the upturned… everything. Every bit of furniture had moved, gotten torn up to a degree, or broken. It was, again, like a tornado had passed through his room. Mindlessly, he picked the glass out of his hand, dropped it onto the floor, and stared blankly as the wounds healed in seconds. He felt like he was in a trance while he walked over the broken glass to the bathroom, the glass crunching underneath the heel of his boots. He stood in front of the bathtub, stared into space, turned the water on, and slowly stripped his clothes off while the water warmed up for him. The blood he would have up, but it had dried at that point, and he felt a dull pain in every muscle of his body, so he just slipped into the warm water once he turned it off, head tilted back over the tub to keep himself held up as his eyes closed.

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@☪♛ Heejin Sekhmet (this is so long overdue i apologize ;; )

The question he knew was coming had arrived, no more speculation about what brought his sister to his room. But it still didn't smack him in the face any less. He stood still, arms crossed, a sigh slowly leaving out from his nose as he looked down and to one side. He scratched at one of his upper arms while they were still crossed, and he shrugged, sitting down at the head of his bed. Legs crossed, arms resting on his knees, San couldn't help but give his sister an embarrassed smile.

Again, not because he was ashamed of what the two of them had or had been doing, but because... he'd been hiding it from his sister, and she had found out. That kind of embarrassment was almost worse than being caught in the midst of whatever it was you were lying about. But he cleared his throat and started to speak:

"Well... If you know that you have to ask this question, you must already have some idea of what it is, and you would be correct," he rolled his lips in for a moment as he sat up a little straighter. "You know I have bad dreams, Heejin," he nodded in her direction, "and... I'd always go to her even before if I had a bad dream; when we were kids, e-either of us would," he cleared his throat and played with his fingers a bit. His sister always got him a little flustered no matter the occasion, but that was a separate issue for him to unpack at a separate time. "But I love her much differently now. She..." San trailed off, not sure how to word it to her. He could sugarcoat it, or he could be blunt. But he knew Heejin enough to know that she'd get annoyed whenever he sugarcoated things around her.

"We feed off of each other, and I'm sure you can put together the rest, it's why you're here asking me," he finished with a low hum.

@☪♚ San Sekhmet His nonchalant act didn’t fool her, only mildly annoyed her even further. He should know by know that lying to each other was nearly impossible. That there was no point in faking things or trying to put on an act. Though she had to admit it was hard sometimes, having a close twin who knew you maybe a little /too/ well, there are some things one just wants to keep only to themself.

Heejin liked her lower lip instinctively after his words, mentally cursing herself for her bad habit. Following behind him into the room, she stayed mostly silent. Facing him was different than just being mad at him from afar. It was easy to get mad and feel vengeful when she wasn’t actively looking into his face, feeling his presence. ‘Come on, you have to ask him...you need to know for sure, you need to know the truth,’ she mentally reminded herself as her gaze followed him to where he sat on his extravagant bed.

“San.” She began almost reluctantly, lowering her gaze to the floor. “You know...you know why I’m here.” She said with a sigh. Eyes lifting suddenly to look at him. “What’s going on with you and — mother?” She finished. The air suddenly felt awkward and tense. But as soon as she hesitantly said those words, her earlier anger once again blossomed in her chest. Her blood suddenly turned hot, and her eyes started to darken from amber to a more red hue.

“And don’t bother lying, brother, you know I can tell when you’re lying.”

@☪♛ Heejin Sekhmet He never wanted her to know. Not because he was ashamed of what was going on between him and their mother, but because he knew how his little sister would react. He knew how it would come off to her, how deep it would go. How hard it would eat at her. She was never as composed as he was, but, then again, only one of them had gone to visit Anubis.

Despite all that hope, San knew Heejin would know. Eventually. He didn't necessarily "prepare" for the day he'd have to talk to her about it, he just knew how he felt pretty well, and he knew how to articulate it. And he knew that in itself would be one side of a double-edged sword with his twin: he could either be too flustered to speak, or he could be so ready that it would come off as if he had rehearsed it, come up with a lie.

With the rap at his doors, San knew that that day he anticipated had come. He wasn't scared, just worried. He knew things had changed ever since he came back to life, but he didn't know if it was for better or for worse when it came to him and his sister, and he really didn't want it to be worse. And he didn't want this discussion to sour anything any further between the two of them. Yes he loved his sister like a little sister, save for some... odd and... questionable moments between the two of them in the past, and yes he was in love with the woman they called mother, but to him, that didn't mean that he had a favorite. San sighed and got out of his bed, made his way over to the door.

"Your lip, it's bleeding," San chuckled as he opened the door to his sister, gesturing her in. "I've missed you, my dear, what brings you here?" he shut the door behind them and walked back over to his bed.

@☪️♚San Sekhmet Yiren, or Ren as she was more commonly called, was never one to ignore her intuition. In fact she can’t think of one time where she had ever ignored her gut feeling. Except for one.

She had been suspicious for a while, perhaps if she were to be completely honest with herself, she had been suspicious since the beginning. She had long accepted she wasn’t the favorite twin of their mothers. That was something that over time, she had learned to live with. But what she couldn’t live with was their mother being San’s favorite. But no matter how many times she tried to banish her insecure and jealous thoughts, she just couldn’t shake the feeling that there really /was/ something deeper going on. And that she wasn’t apart of it.

Things had changed between the twins after his journey to the other side and back. She remembered the day they had found his decimated and starved body, shriveled and ragged, stinking of death. It was the worst day of her long life. Sobbing on the marble palace floor, clawing at his dirty clothes, trying to shake him awake in disbelief. Then their mother stormed in, and joined her daughter in her cries. Ever since that day she had watched Anzh kiss him awake, watch him sink his fangs into her neck, she knew things between the three of them were going to change forever.

She couldn’t ignore it anymore, she had to ask him. Though she feared she already knew the answer. A rattling sigh shook around in her rib cage as she plucked up the courage to knock on San’s door. Normally she would just walk in, but suddenly with this conversation she felt like a stranger to her twin, like there was suddenly rules, boundaries and walls between them. Sinking her fangs into her lower tier, drawing a bead of blood, she hesitantly knocked against the large oak doors, a soft thunking sound emitting from the action.