Hey guys we're back agin with another Nagron fic.
Author: venomedveins
Website: Archive of our own
Story name: a kiss of death
Agron flexes his fingers, staring out across the ballroom. It had been Naevia's idea for them to hosting a gathering of sorts, inviting all the vampire clans in the surrounding area to a ball on Halloween. Agron had laughed when he had initially heard it. How fucking cliche. But Spartacus, surprisingly had agreed. How were they supposed to gain trust among the smaller clans and win their favor in the rebellion if they acted like the suppressors they were against?
The smell of blood hangs heavy in the air, flowing from fountains based in the corners. Agron can tell it's human, probably bought from some overfilled hospital. They won't miss a few dozen bags of the stuff considering that Spartacus paid high price for it. It was easier than hunting out the prey, less messy with storing abilities.
Unhooking his mask for just a moment, Agron glances down at his costume. He doesn't know why they were forced to dress up, something that Nasir had begged for. Nasir. Fuck, even the name sent ripples of pleasure down his spine. A rescued little runaway from some big city. Agron can't even remember. He had been with the clan for six months before Agron had made his move. Six long moths of smelling the teenager everywhere, scenting his blood in the air every time Nasir was near, nearly tasting it every time Nasir would over exude himself.
Crixus claimed it wasn't right. He thought that Agron shouldn't have a pet, especially someone that the was kept as a body slave. They had rescued him from one of those Roman clan's underground brothels of sorts. Nasir was kept as a play thing, something to be used for food but also sex. The vampire who kept him was a mousy little thing though and when they had freed all the human slaves, Crixus had delighted in killing him.
Crixus didn't want to keep Nasir. He was barely fifteen at the time, and seemed too loyal to the Romans who had kidnapped him as a child to raise as a body slave. Agron could barely regard his claims though, considering that Naevia had been human until Crixus was forced to turn her in face of certain death. She had nearly been treated to the same fair that Nasir had. That had been many years ago, and these things seem to blur with time.
Nasir woke something deep inferno within Agron. From the very first time he had tasted his lips, felt the blood rise in his body as Agron had taken him, laid out flat in his huge bed. Nasir had been the one to ask him to drink, taking a tiny fruit knife out from between the sheets. He had stared so defiantly into Agron's eyes as he traced the blade across his chest, a quick little line above one hard, dusty nipple. Blood had bubbled to the surface, crimson against tan, the rich scent filling Agron's nostrils and forcing his fangs to descend.
"Drink it," Nasir had murmured, gripping down hard on Agron's cock. He had been mid-thrust when Nasir showed his true intentions.
"Are you sure?" Agron had hesitated, so filled with lust - for blood and flesh - he could barely stand it. He didn't want to hurt him though. The taking of someone's blood, especially not for the kill but for pleasure, was something intimate - to be cherished.
Nasir hadn't answered, just dragged his fingers through the blood and rubbed the liquid on his own lips. Surging up on his elbows, he had captured Agron's mouth with his own, the deep and thick sweetness of his blood smeared between and to Agron's tongue when they met.
With half lidded eyes, Nasir had gripped the back of Agron's head, twisting the hair in a fist and led his mouth down and down and down until Agron traced his tongue over the nipples, nibbling at it, and then sucked. The most intoxicating taste broke through as he moved his lips over the wound, teeth pressing to the flesh but not into it. Nasir had squirmed below him, giving soft little "oh"s and moans, raising a fever in Agron that he had never known.
