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Dresses of shimmering white and shades of brilliant red stand out in the sea of black dresses, black suits, or suits and dresses of gray, blue, and green so dark only the heightened vision from vampirism could tell the colors apart.
Ciar-Gun stands on the fringes of the gala watching the flashes of colors in the darkness of the gala. Tonight is and isn't out of the norm for him because he is surrounded by people, yet there is not a breath or heartbeat to be heard among the guests of the gala because they are all undead, all vampires just like him only older.
“You look ravishing tonight Ciar-Gun.” Kay, a Jet, a rogue and an ill intentions vampire from clan Jonoel says to Gun as he eyes the pale skin and peeking upper abs under the low hanging opening in Gun's black silk shirt.
Gun smiles awkwardly at the compliment under the unpleasant amount of lust in Kay's eyes, but remains silent as he adjusts his shirt and pulls the long black leather jacket from the one who turned him, his lover, his Yotha closer to his body so it feels like his lover who hasn't come to his side yet is hugging him.
Kay ignores the awkwardness in the smile aimed at him and takes it and the silence from Gun as encouragement to do more rather than go away as he steps towards him. “You'd look even more ravishing if you were free of all these clothes in the presence of my company Alone.” Kay infers as he reaches out to undo one of Gun's few buttoned buttons on his shirt.
“My Yotha will take your hand if you touch me.” Gun warns without truly caring for Kay's fate as he feels his lover's powerful presence on the floor above him. His hand going to ring on his necklace, a necklace and ring that aren't as simple as they appear to be.
“Your sire is much too Protective of you.”
“He should let you find out what being a vampire really is instead of keeping you lurking in the shadows like he does because he hates crowds.” Kay his tone sharp and impatient from not getting what he wants as he grins in self praise for believing himself better than Yotha just because he thinks he embodies what a vampire is better.
Strong gusts of wind not from any open windows fills the hall of the gala as Yotha transforms into a striking black falcon as his jealousy, and possessiveness over his Gun burns through his un-living body. Tendrils of magic cloaking his now apex predator body as he flies down to his lover, his Gun.
“Let it be.” Wine the Methas of clan Jonoel says to his husband Faifa as he sees him planning to follow after his older brother Yotha as he walks them to the railing of the second floor to oversee the gala.
“He's going to get in trouble.” Faifa says to Wine his hands going around his husband's arm to keep himself anchored as his body churns with the energy to act, to be helpful to his brother and best friend.
“He will and if he needs help we will help, but until then we Wait and Watch.” Wine says calmly with slight detachment from the affairs of others but with a lining of promise that calms Faifa's urge to be in everyone's business.
Yotha's falcon wings spread out protectively, possessively behind Gun’s back and then change into a glaring portal, a cold,lid-less, and unblinking black eye of danger aimed at Kay as he transforms back into his human form.
His arms go around his lover's body and his hands knead over silky fabric and skin until they come to rest clawing over Gun’s beatless heart and firm ribcage.
Yotha's fangs pierce into his lover's neck the silver dagger hanging from one of his metal looped earrings hanging just above Gun's pale beautiful skin.
“Yotha.” Gun calls out with relief, fear, and embarrassment at them breaking the taboo of feeding on another vampire so openly as sounds of soft sucking filter into his ears.
Kay sneers at Yotha but stays in his place watching the young sired vampire, the one he wanted for fun, so openly claimed by the one that should just be his turner, not his lover.
Yotha's eyes don't truly have the power to, but they seem to hold the power to freeze and shatter anything and everyone around him and the one he loves into a million pieces of ice as he burns through his jealousy to teach a lesson on Never desiring what is His.
Gun though no longer living feels like his face is on fire from blushing and he tries to put his hands over his face to hide. A habit from before Yotha turned him from being his human boyfriend, his Beagle, and sunshine to the world to something still cute, but with a darker moon-lit edge as his eternal vampire lover.
Yotha stops Gun from hiding his face as he gives up possessively holding the silky fabric over his still heart to show the guests of this unimportant to him gala what his lover looks like claimed by him, loved by him in ways only he can.
“You'll be punished for this and so will He.” Kay boldly claims pointing at Yotha and then at Gun a Ciar he'd still like to have fun with as his supporters drift to his side. His claim is barely out of his mouth. When his neck is grabbed and he's lifted into the air by a very pissed off glowing red-eyed Yotha.
“You and they can try.”
“But I'm not someone you want to threaten and you certainly don't want to threaten My Gun without a sure plan.”
“Because I will end your undead existence without thinking twice.” Yotha says his tongue running over the inside of his cheek as he lets out a deadly blood tinted and fanged smirk as he crushes Kay's throat mercilessly showing the other vampire in many ways how well he understands what being a vampire means in this day and age despite his love to remain in the shadows as if he isn't a threat .
“Yotha.”
“It's okay, Gun.”
“You look stunning this evening by the way, my lover.” Yotha says to Gun his blood stained lips switching instantly from a deadly smirk to the most loving smile as he turns to look at the one that is everything, his everything, and his wonderfully flattering and darkly sexy outfit for the evening.
The softness of Yotha's smile goes into his glowing red-eyes, and his eyes turn back to a deep brown, as they are warmed to be hot with endearment and desire. His hand not being used to crushing the throat of the one that tried flirting and more with his Gun.
Goes to the necklace around Gun's neck and he pulls on it as he twists the ring into his palm. The lovers' lips meet and Gun and Yotha meld into one another as a gala full of vampires look on, but continue not to interfere with regardless of all the rules they are watching be so blatantly ignored.
Faifa covers his eyes to not take all the PDA, but parts his fingers to keep an eye on his best friend and older brother as he walks pressed up to his husband's side towards them and the scene that will most likely be the highlight of tonight's gala.
“Enough Yotha, Kay has learned his lesson on hitting on Gun I suspect.” Wine says and though he's still deep in his kiss with his lover. Yotha releases Kay's crushed, bloody throat while throwing him across the hall of the gala.
“Methas. Their punishment?”
“Will be handled by Lord Ramil and his husband Lord Punn.” Wine tells Kay's supporters ending the subject for being up for debate as he leads his husband out for a dance to resume the gala’s less eventful activities.
Murmurs run through the guests in all different tones. A heartbeat and a breath that keeps the undead living. Yotha has no care for the gossip about himself, but his protectiveness and deep possessive love for his everything has him dashing the two of them to a quieter, and dark part of the gala.
Alone together, Gun can take in his Yotha. Falling in love with him all over again as he takes in Yotha's styled hair that leaves strands over his right eye, silver hooped earrings , a necklace with a ring that matches his. A to the waist form fitting black leather jacket, a deep golden-yellow velvet shirt, and tight black leather pants paired with black boots that could have crushed Kay's throat as easily as Yotha's hand has done.
“My Yotha looks so handsome…tonight.” Gun says with a sunshine smile and teasing undertone.
“Just tonight, Beagle?” Yotha asks his lover a happy smirk on his lips as he using the nickname he gave his lover and only uses when they are in private. As he pulls on Gun's necklace that transforms into a undone tie with the date the two of them met embroidered into it.
“Not just tonight, but tonight you're especially handsome.”
“All dressed up and jealous over me. It was all very Hot.” Gun tells Yotha confidence, heating up his words as he touches the transformer necklace on his lover's neck. The undone tie with the date he was turned into a vampire, a Ciar on it. Psychical reminders for the two of them to never to forget such important days in their eternity together.
“Beagle, did you want me to get jealous over you tonight?”
“Is that why he didn't slash Kay's eyes out of his skull the second he hit on you?” Yotha inquires to his cute, yet deadly handsome lover as he clamps his hand around the two-halves of the tie. Tightening the soft fabric around Gun's neck as he pulls him forward. Jealousy and desire burning plain as day in his eyes.
“Take a guess, my Yotha.” Gun answers the tip of his tongue sticking out past his beautiful lips as his eyes dance with humor.
Yotha yanks his lover forward, slamming their lips together and a harsh, hungry kiss. Gun comes out of the kiss with red bruised lips that Yotha licks at claiming with a body melting smile that it tastes like strawberries.
Gun keeps making his lover guess his intentions until the gala has long since ended leaving the two of them truly all alone together. Yotha loves every second of his Beagle's naughty behavior as he burns and chills his everything with the heat and coldness of his possessive, jealous eternal love.