BOND THE STARS (MxM)

Prologue

Clapping filled the space between the seats in the opera. People made sure to get up, applauding the performance as their smiles almost reached their eyes, congratulating the one man standing at the center of the stage. They chanted his name, screamed the syllables loud enough to make the building shake and his sensitive ears hurt.

Yet he took it all in, the sounds of their cheerfulness, the echoing march of their hands.

Zaros bowed.

"And that was all from our most genius performer! Zaros Versera!" The announcer, a short man called from behind the red curtains of the stage as the man in its center continued to bow.

The curtains closed soon after, leaving the crowd of people to take their leave.

"Congratulations, Zaros! Another successful night," The announcer neared Zaros, his fake cheerfulness causing wrinkles to pop out around his mouth. "If only you could follow the actual script..."

Zaros scoffed, hands going to his hair to run through the long red strands. He walked backstage and gingerly made his way through the crowd of actors and towards the exit.

"Won't you say something?" The announcer followed in his steps, struggling to keep up.

"Annoying little man." Zaros grinned, his long fangs showing from the line of his lips in a manner that could only be described as threatening, making the man step back and finally shut up. "Better to know when to shut up."

Zaros clicked his tongue, eyes darting with annoyance towards the exit he so wanted to use right now. He had other places to be at.

"Just send my cut of the money at the usual address." He said, heading for the exit and eventually getting out of sight, drowning in the shadows of the night.

\**/ Explicit sexual content 😊

Music filled his long ears, the smoke in the room filled his nose, dulling all his senses. Zaros' eyes were closed as his head was leant back against a soft pillow, propped on the couch he was sitting on. His glass with unnamed alcohol made his tongue tingle as he took a sip, relaxing in the atmosphere and his bundled-up nerves.

He felt the presence of the woman before her legs even reached him. Slowly opening his eyes, he could see her breast, perked up and taken over by goosebumps because of the low temperature in the room. Her long auburn hair swayed to the side as she leaned towards him and straddled his hips.

Zaros looked at her calmly, raised an eyebrow in something that could only be described as amusement and nothing else. He's been here many times before, taking on men and women alike. That's what he paid for after all. Getting drunk on alcohol and blood alike, high on plants he didn't know the names of, having sex with whoever decided to come close enough was the highlight of his boring day. It's not like there was something else to do for a vampire in France in the 13th century. He needed something to take his mind off the performances and the society of vampires that lurked in the shadows.

The woman on top of him reminded him of her presence by rolling her hips and biting down on his neck. Her dull, human teeth did nothing to even break his skin. Zaros hummed, hands snaking to her ass and playfully spreading her cheeks. His fingers found her entrance fast enough, burrowing in her. The woman threw her head back as a moan left her mouth. He used the moment to bite her neck, his teeth scraping her skin and making blood flow deliciously on his lips.

"Come here." He then waved to the servant boy standing by the door, nervously holding a jug, filled with the same unknown alcoholic liquid.

The boy, or more accurately, the young man swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing in his slender throat, but followed his order and cautiously neared the couch.