Alexander Macedonia

when I walk into the room there's nothing you can do
To stop me from making moves
I'm coming for you

Tenderly he took the Frenchman's upper lip between his own, those feverish kisses beginning anew with the absence of that oh so vexing hunter. How quickly Matteo seemed to forget the man's intrusion altogether. The fae's fingers finding the hem of his shirt as he slid it upwards and over the vampire's head. It was hardly the first time that Sebastian had been told he was a good kisser, nor would it be the last and yet the vampire was far more invested in all the other things he undoubtably excelled at - things he had every desire to show Matteo in their entirety. That voiced innuendo only seemed ot prompt a hint of surprise upon the fae's features, as if he had not expected such boldness from the Incubus. Truly, Matteo had no idea what he was capable of. His slender fingers reached out, pushing the vest from Matteo's broad shoulders. His fingers slid down the fae's chisled chest as he leaned back over, pressing his lips to the fae's own all over again. God, how he loved the sensation of the fae's warm, tanned flesh against the cold pallor of his skin, his hips purposefully pressing against the fae's own with clear desire. That very touch of his body nestled so closely against the Frenchman's prompted a soft moan from the fae, Matteo's breath wholly warm against his lips. How he adored those very sounds! And how he so intended to provoke far more of them.

Matteo's hands hardly seemed willing to linger any longer, that soft, fluttering touch of the fae's fingers at the waistband of his pants signified all he needed to know. It was time to push this encounter to something far more and how he was going to enjoy this. Sebastian reached for Matteo's free hang, drawing it upwards as the vampire broke those eager kisses. His nose brushed against the sensitive skin of the fae's inner wrist, his breath altogether warm as Sebastian relished within that delicious scent he had every intention of indulging in. His lips parted, those sharpened canines barely visible behind his lips as he drew Matteo's wrist towards his mouth. His teeth bit downwards quite in the same moment Matteo tried to jerk his arm away - the action, however, was altogether futile with Sebastian far superior strength. Those words of protest, however, were swiftly obliterated in the wake of the vampire's venom, that loud moan following in the wake of his bite wholly preferable. For someone who had bid him to pause, Matteo seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself. The intensity of the vampire's blue irises lingered upon the fae beneath him as his tongue lingered upon those symmetrical wounds he'd created, bidding those bite marks to cease their momentary bloodflow.

How...amazing...the fae tasted, the vampire keen to lick his own lips as he savored every minute drop he'd taken. Sebastian had little reservations in admitting just how much he loved the fae's flavor and yet...Matteo hardly seemed surprised by this in the slightest. His French accent seemed all the heavier at that moment, the fae's words near breathless as he insisted that all of him tasted amazing. Sebastian's brow rose, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly. All of him, hm? Oh, how Sebastian intended to test that claim! Still, it was the assurance that 'it' never ran out that intrigued the vampire, it would be a curious thing to test just how much he could take from the fae...though he had little desire to kill the Frenchman...it might prove...useful to bind the fae to himself. It had been some time since he'd kept a pomme du sang for himself and this...ability for unending blood made Matteo a very valuable asset indeed. His tongue briefly danced across those sharpened points of his teeth in contemplation, his English accent nothing sort of musing, "Is that so?" He leaned forward, offering the Frenchman one final kiss as he released his hold upon the fae, his hands instead sliding down the planes of the fae's chest and towards Matteo's jeans. His fingers were nothing short of deft as he undid the button and adjoining zipper, the vampire pushing them downwards as his mouth shifted towards Matteo's chisled chest.

Purposefully, Sebastian's lips shifted lower and lower down Matteo's chest with each fluttering kiss. He was aware of that near impatient squirming of the Frenchman beneath him, that desire all but potent within the fae and yet...how he wanted Matteo to feel far more that just a simple want for sex. He could still feel those occassional flashes of fight within the fae and yet they came rarer and with far less intensity. He was giving into those carnal desires but Sebastian wanted to obliderate even the slightest hint of rebellion. His gaze briefly met those entrancing silver irises. Admittedly...he enjoyed watching that venom take hold of his victims, he loved the way that squirmed with want, just as he adored the way they so seemed to eye him in the moments after, as if he was their entire world. His fangs pierced flesh, Matteo's blood filling his mouth as his venom filled the fae's bloodstream. Greedily, Sebastian indulged in several mouthfuls of that utterly delicious blood. God how the vampire desired more of it. The very taste, the sweetness...it was unlike anything he'd ever had. How tempting it was to just bite and feed and feed and feed but that flavor, he knew, would only become more potent and delectable in the aftermath of that pleasure he could so easily bring Matteo. It was that alone which prompted the Englishman to turn his attention, finally, towards the very bit of the fae he had been thus far avoiding.

His tongue swept along the length of the Frenchman, stirring him to life from base to tip. For several moments he was content to afford Matteo those teasing caresses, so rapidly bringing about that very hardness he so desired. Already those moans had become far more frequent from leaving Matteo's lips and how he enjoyed listening to each one, his gaze one again fluttering upwards towards the fae's features as he finally took him within his mouth. The very sensation of his lips encircling Matteo drew out those muttered curses and yet....how willing he was to take all of the Frenchman. His tongue moved against the length of the fae as he slowly drew upwards, only to take the fae all over again. How quickly he could hear the Frenchman's breath become uneven, the fae's heart pounding far more readily as Matteo's head sunk back against the sofa. Sebastian was well aware of that shift in the fae's hips an eager his own pace altered to meet those restrained, gentle thrusts. He was well aware of the fae's fingers intertwining within his locks and yet, he was willing to grant the fae that minute level of control, Sebastian content to push Matteo towards the very edge of that satisfaction. The very last thing he anticipated, however, was that sudden stinging pain of silver against his flesh, his whole body turning rigid as that Greek accent muttered so softly within his ear. The fucking Hunter.

How that very sensation of silver seemed to prompt Sebastian into that submission Alexander desired of him, though the Macedonian was hardly astonished to say the least. Though the Incubus was every bit a vampire, and though his abilities had certainly served to catch them all off guard, Sebastian had proven once again he was far more...passive then many of the undead that crossed Alexander's radar. The blue-green of his gaze narrowed as he watched Sebastian reluctantly pull away from Alexander's son, shifting to the arm chair that Alexander himself had taken up but minutes ago. Alexander could feel the release of those pheromones, the air no longer tainted with that magic as Matteo merely blinked at him in blatant confusion. Those clothes were purposefully thrown at his Oracle's face, the gesture seemingly enough to prompt some level of awareness within the fae, finally, as Alexander settled at Matteo's feet. His fingers were quickly working on the laces of the shoes he'd stolen, allowing Matteo that moment to regain his composure, albeit with several muttered French words. It was only that complaint about his outfit that caused Alexander's gaze to turn upwards towards the fae, his shoulders lifting in a vague shrug. "You can search the rest of his wardrobe if you want." The Hunter offered, knowing well Matteo would not take up the invitation.

Alexander switched to the opposite shoe, so easily brushing off Sebastian's observation of the very clothing he too now wore. It was only the comment about his speed that caused Alexander to glance upwards with a distinctly unamused glower. "You couldn't have kept yourself under control?" He offered in rebuke with a raised brow. It would be enough, he knew, to temporarily silence the fae as Alexander turned his attention back towards his grandson's 'husband', those poised questions finally forcing the truth from the Incubus. The very mention of Dorian seemed to draw Matteo's mind back towards the very reason they were here within the first place and yet, it was the fae's insistence that Sebastian hardly deserved to meet Dorian drew an all too visible look of skepticism from both Alexander and Sebastian. That very insistence that the fae had been violated caused a soft snort to leave Alexander's lips as Sebastian offered a small shrug of his shoulders. "You hardly seemed to mind." The incubus insisted - that a fact even Alexander couldn't argue. Matteo seemed to...enjoyhimself thoroughly each time he fell beneath the vampire's sway...in any world they seemed to find themselves in.

Those threats, however, fell short of their intended goal before Matteo all but stormed out of the house, the action prompted a small roll to those blue-green irises before he gestured towards Sebastian's shirt upon the ground. "Get dressed, let's go, Sebastian." Alexander responded as he stood, his blade dematerializing as his hands settled within the depths of his pockets. He watched in astute silence as Sebastian rose to his feet, the oceanic hue of his irises lingering upon the vampire as he considered, for the first time, his own thoughts of Sebastian. After all, he could hardly forget those feelings the Incubus had brought to life within him. His own attraction towards men had always existed to begin with and yet...how had he not noticed how...handsome the vampire was before now? Alexander's brows furrowed as he watched the Incubus pull that cotton material over his broad shoulders, only for the Hunter's head to shake abruptly as he turned on his heels, leading the way out of the mansion with the assurance that Sebastian was following.

It was only once the trio were outside that Alexander gestured for Sebastian to lead the way. A soft sigh reverberated upon the incubus' lips before Sebastian led the way down the driveway and out onto the street. The Dark Hunter fell in step behind Sebastian with Matteo at his side, his gaze attentive to every home they passed. That walk, however, was no more then several blocks before a bright, obscenly large mansion appeared at the end of the street - the entire estate walled off with no entrance but a meticulously guarded gate. This...was exactly what Alexander had been expecting. Sebastian stopped several feet short of those guards, gesturing briefly towards the estate. "I believe this is what you are looking for." He uttered, glancing back at the pair. It was...definitely different, the architecture far more akin to something he'd associate with his godson and yet....how much larger it was then Sebastian's home. "It is." Alexander confirmed, easily taking the lead, "Come along, Sebastian." He insisted, hardly willing to release the incubus just yet.

Admittedly, Alexander hardly knew what to expect as he approached those gates, the guards before him stiffening at his very appearance. It was only once they got closer, however, that Alexander noted the clear look of...surprise upon the features of the fae in front of him. The guard to the right of him was the first to speak, the shock all too clear within that Italian lit. "My Lord...Your Majesty....you're...alive?!" Those very words drew Alexander's gaze towards Matteo, that title that he had long ago lost was at the forefront of his thoughts, secondary only to the realization that himself, in this world...was apparently dead. It was one less concern weighing upon his mind, at least. The guard seemed to quickly regain his composure as the gates of that massive estate were pushed open for the trio of men, "Forgive me, sir...welcome home."