Seduce Me

"So, seduce me, love," Zagan teased.

Byleth huffed a laugh. "I don't think so. I'm the king here. You will be doing the seducing."

The blond fallen angel snapped his fingers and the two were surrounded by red and white, the room around them framed in glass windows that looked out across an expanse of red water. There was a hot tub to the far end of the room and a white shag rug over white tiles, and a white mid-century sofa sat off to the side. A starburst ceiling light cast a dim glow over the room, and the faint tones of Donna Summer's Love to Love You Baby drifted around them from a stereo in the corner.

Zagan turned to Byleth and contained a chuckle. "Your place?"

"What?" Byleth became defensive. "Yes, it's my place. Save your judgments. I really don't give a shit what you think." The fallen king snapped his fingers and was stripped of his clothing in seconds. He then made his way over to the hot tub before Zagan could react, and he threw his arms across the back after settling in.

The vampire stood in the middle of it all with an eyebrow cocked. "So, this is how we're going to play?" He flashed a flirtatious grin and brought back his natural British accent for effect. "I have to admit, it does have a certain Austin Powers bit of class." He then added, true to Austin Powers' nature, "Groovy, baby."

Byleth laughed humorlessly. "You're lucky I even brought you here," he said. "I never bring people here." At the snap of his fingers, a glass filled with expensive red wine appeared in his claws. "I'm waiting."

"As you wish, my king," Zagan said and bowed for flourish. He was adorned in all black with a red poet shirt beneath an embroidered jacket, and his pants were vegan leather that left little to the imagination.

The vampire paused while removing his boots to see that Byleth was watching impatiently.

"Come on, vampire," the king teased. "You're supposed to be the irresistibly sexy one. Prove it."

"Anticipation is the best aphrodisiac." Zagan swayed to the music and explored his body. His thumbs hooked behind the waistline of his pants and tugged, and then grabbed the hem of his shirt and flicked the first button open.

Byleth smiled in approval as Zagan pulled more buttons apart. The vampire's red eyes never left his as the elegant shirt fell open and dropped to the floor with the jacket, and Zagan sauntered over to the hot tub and paused to beckon for Byleth to come closer.

The fallen angel set his glass aside and came to the edge. "Do I have to do everything for you?" the king said sarcastically. He smirked up at the vampire and slid his claws up a pair of leather-clad legs.

"It would be an honor, your majesty." Zagan bit his lip as Byleth wasted no time in unhooking the button and pulled the zipper down.

The fallen king chuckled lecherously and pulled the vampire free from the confines of his tight clothing. "You're already hard? Just from that?"

Zagan sighed as Byleth teased the underside of his cock with a forked tongue. "Like I said, anticipation is the best aphrodisiac."

The fallen angel chuckled.

Zagan lifted an eyebrow. "Did I miss something?"

"You won't get me that easily," Byleth said as he moved away. "I'm the one giving the orders here." He sat back and pointed to the water. "Get your ass in here."

"As my king wishes." The vampire kicked his pants off and climbed into the water as Get Ready by The Temptations flooded the room. A powerful flutter tickled his stomach. There was something unbelievably sexy about the fallen angel's style despite the outdated nature of it.

Zagan drifted over to sit on Byleth's lap and claimed the fallen king's lips. The latter reached over to grab his glass of red wine, pausing between the vampire's kisses to take some into his mouth before returning. The wine spilled between their lips and down the vampire's neck as their hands explored.

Zagan straddled Byleth properly and reached down to tease the fallen angel's cock. He licked the wine from his lips as he delighted in the low demonic growl that emitted from Byleth's chest.

The fallen king pushed Zagan's hand away. "I know something that feels better."

The vampire hummed in approval as claws grabbed his ass and pulled their bodies flush against each other. The hips below him rocked into his beneath the water as it threatened to splash over the side.

Zagan ghosted his lips over Byleth's and nipped at them. "Hey, I want to try something."

"Oh yeah?" Byleth stole a quick kiss before continuing. "What would that be?" He was caught off guard as Zagan sank low after leaving love bites down his chest. The vampire's head dipped below the water.

"Oh, fuck." The fallen angel's head fell back in anticipation for what was to come, but he became distracted by water splashing him in the face as Zagan resurfaced while choking. Byleth burst out laughing.

Zagan's voice cracked as he cleared his throat and smoothed his hair back. "I thought that was supposed to work."

"You've never done that before, have you?" Byleth teased. He was nearly in tears as he relished the vampire's embarrassment. "The great sex god, Zagan, never gave an underwater blowjob?"

"No..." Zagan looked off to the side awkwardly. "I'll get it on the second try."

"You'd better not." Byleth's laughter calmed and he lifted himself onto the side of the tub. "This easier for you?"

The vampire's arousal returned as he watched water cascade down the fallen angel's muscles. He drifted over to slide his hands up Byleth's toned thighs. "Much easier." His tongue teased along the underside of the fallen king's cock before nipping at the head.

Byleth hummed with pleasure. "I know you, out of anyone, can take a dick this big." His hand slid into Zagan's wet hair and smoothed it back as the vampire shot him a cheeky grin.

Zagan engulfed him completely, taking pride in the moan that came from Byleth's throat as the fallen angel's hand formed into a fist. The vampire hummed as his gag reflex threatened but forced the large organ deeper. As his throat constricted, Zagan surfaced for air as saliva dripped down his chin. He gasped for air as he pulsed below.

"Fuck my face," Zagan breathed.

It came as a plea that sent fire into Byleth's stomach. He tightened his grip on the vampire's hair and forcefully entered his mouth again, his hips moving at a rhythm unsympathetic to the throat tightening around him. He moaned as he hit the back of it. It was every bit of the kind of heaven he loved.

The king finally released Zagan and let him breathe. Tears streamed down the vampire's face and drool traced his neck to his collar bone. He was absolutely wrecked.

A low demonic growl rumbled from Byleth's chest. "I knew you were a slut, but I didn't know you were this lecherous."

Zagan wiped the saliva from his mouth and gazed longingly into Byleth's eyes. His fingers drifted across his lips, his fangs nipping at one before his free hand drifted between his thighs. "Fuck me."

Byleth slid back into the water and kissed the vampire deeply, and his hand replaced Zagan's. The king smiled against his partner's lips as desperate moans robbed the vampire of any coherent speech. Aggression was all it took to reduce Zagan to a whimpering mess.

Byleth spun Zagan around and pushed him hard, causing the vampire to fall on his hands against the side of the tub. The fallen king caught the thickened, magic drool seeping from his forked tongue into his palm, and he pressed his coated fingers against the ass that was rocking before him. He pressed his other hand against the vampire's back.

The atmosphere had shifted. Foreplay was over.

Zagan rode Byleth's fingers as lust took over, but the fallen angel stopped him from moving by squeezing his neck.

"I'm in control, sugar," the king warned.

His fingers moved at a torturous pace, Zagan's moans shameless as he silently begged for his partner to enter him. The vampire was given his wish soon enough, Byleth's size causing his body to slow down to adjust. They soon found a rhythm, and the fallen king hit deep inside to trigger the sweet spot that caused Zagan's moans to rise in pitch.

Zagan was rendered speechless as he gripped the side of the tub like a vice. The fallen angel behind him gave him no time to catch his breath. He reached for his aching cock but was denied, a clawed hand wrapping around his wrist to twist it behind his back as Byleth thrust harder.

"Oh no you don't," the king breathed.

The vampire's head dropped as he surrendered to the sensations, his release threatening despite the lack of touch.

Byleth finally showed sympathy and pulled out, and he entered his partner again after turning the vampire into a missionary position. He dug his claws into Zagan's legs as he watched the vampire's expressions from over the edge of the tub.

Zagan's back arched painfully over the side, but he paid it no mind as he came closer and closer to the release that Byleth had denied him. He clawed at the rim of the tub to keep his balance as water splashed onto the floor. "Gonna... I'm gonna..." Zagan's voice strained as his arms shook from fatigue and ecstasy.

The fallen angel crept closer to the edge himself as the legs in his grasp started to tremble. "Your king gives you permission," he said breathlessly as a fire crept into his stomach.

Byleth spilled into the body beneath him as a tiger-like growl emitted from his chest, and Zagan finally reached his climax at the same time. They tensed and rocked into the high, Byleth leaving deep red marks on Zagan's thighs as his claws dug in.

They came down slowly, the pleasant buzz coaxing their muscles to relax. Zagan, however, regretted loosening his grip.

"Byleth... fuck. I'm stuck."

The fallen king had pulled out of him and caught his breath before he'd noticed. Byleth laughed lazily. "You're a vampire, you'll be fine. It's not like you can break your back." The laughter stopped. "Can you?"

"Just pull me up," Zagan ground out. He stretched a hand out for Byleth to take, and then was brought back into a sitting position as a dizzy spell caused his world to spin. The blood rushed back down from where it had gathered in his head. "Yes, I can break my back."

"But you can heal it without intervention, right?" Byleth sank back into the water and let the jets massage his muscles. "Fuck, we're doing this again soon."

The vampire smiled and eased down into the water, his back cracking in the process. "I won't complain." There was something to be said, however, about being over 300 years old and challenging flexibility limits. "Although, next time I'll be in charge."

"It's a fair exchange, I guess," Byleth, teased. "At least I'm not as fragile as you, you fossil."

"You're one to talk." Zagan quirked an eyebrow. "How old are you again?"

"Millennia young," Byleth said sarcastically. "I'm a fallen angel. I don't exactly celebrate birthdays and I don't care."

"Beginning of time?"

The king narrowed his eyes. "My time is not measurable by a human's sense of time."

"You're just an exception to everything, aren't you?" Zagan rolled his eyes.

"I am an exception to everything," the king said firmly, "because I am not even remotely close to what your everything is."

The vampire sighed and sank lower into the large hot tub until he blew bubbles on the surface with his mouth.

Byleth accepted the victory and threw his arms across the back of the tub. "Just bathe in the afterglow, alright? We can bicker later."

"You started it," Zagan said with a grin. He splashed the fallen angel with a large wave.

Byleth sighed. "I stand corrected. You're acting like a child."

Zagan laughed and moved closer to Byleth. He feathered his long nails up the fallen angel's stomach, and Byleth twitched.

"Hey, no tickling," the king warned.

"If you're going to call me immature, then I'm going to act like it, love." The vampire sat in Byleth's lap. "So discipline me, daddy."

Byleth's head fell back. "Oh fucking Christ."