(BL) The Villain wants a Divorce!

Cass had never felt this way before. Well, correction, the last time he had felt like this he’d also had a huge dose of fear coursing through his veins so he wasn’t as aware of how good it had felt.

In fact, every time prior where he had kissed someone else, an overarching terror about the whole fucking situation he found himself in had tainted it. Leaving it not quite a good memory, even in his old life.

He hadn’t kissed anyone then, but there had been times, briefly, when he thought someone might want to kiss him. Cass was man enough to admit that he had run like a little bitch every time. He hadn’t needed a partner. He had his sister, and his soon to be bigger family.

That was all he had needed.

In this world? He didn’t have his sister, he didn’t have family, and even the men he was kissing didn’t fully satisfy the need he had inside of him. He was also ignoring that, and refusing to look at the need head on.

Mainly because he didn’t want to find out more about himself, or about Lord Blackburn. He didn’t know if the feeling inside of him was his own, and given how he had agreed with Lord Blackburn on a couple of things, that only muddied the water more.

So, Cass pushed all of that to the side, especially because if he tried to focus on it more, Edgar would take it as a slight. He let the man pull his hips up, aligning their bodies more so that Cass was barely on the chair, his chest rubbing against Edgar’s as the man kissed, sucked and nibbled on his lips and tongue like he was starving.

Maybe he was. Cass didn’t know when he’d last had a meal.

Cass felt his whole body jerk at that thought. He pulled away from Edgar, his breath panting and a little naughty even to his own ears. Edgar followed him, kissing him more.

”W-Wait.” Cass mumbled, his tongue and lips feeling swollen. He needed to ask. Make sure. ”Edgar, wait.” Edgar slowed, his blue eyes slightly dazed, unfocused, but the man tried to pull back. His face was flushed, his grip slightly trembling as he ran his tongue over his lips and teeth.

Cass felt his whole body tremble as he couldn’t tear his gaze away from Edgar’s exposed teeth. Edgar’s deep laugh washed over Cass and made Cass’ lips tremble. He needed to ask, but he just wanted to keep feeling the other man’s tongue, teeth and lips against his own.

”Cass, you’re naughty. You tell me to wait and look at me like a man starving. Do you want me to beg to touch you?” Cass let out a shaky breath at Edgar’s taunting words.

Fuck. Seeing Edgar beg to touch him? While Cass was feeling like this? Cass could feel his cock hardening in his pants, and with how close they were pressed, he was sure Edgar could feel the same.

”N-No, that’s not-” Cass fumbled, muttering, before he groaned. Damn it. He became a tongue-tied fool as soon as another man touched him like this. ”I wanted to make sure you had eaten.” Cass mumbled.

Edgar froze completely.

”A-Are you...offering?” Cass couldn’t read the emotion in Edgar’s voice. He could tell that the man was frozen solid, like a damn warm rock wrapped around him, but he couldn’t get a read on how he was saying his words. It was strained, that was for sure, but the emotion behind it?

Cass gulped, his heart a drum in his damn chest. He was sure that Edgar could hear it.

”N-Not from my throat, if it’s just a little...nibble. B-But I don’t want you starving.” Cass mumbled. ”It would be rude. I know how hard it is to find good food sources...” Cass trailed off. Hoping that Edgar understood that Cass wasn’t coming from this strictly because they were in this moment.

Edgar’s face was a mask. He was still flushed, still in the moment, but also his breathing had changed. Eventually, Cass watched as his throat moved, gulping before he let out a trembling breath.

”Cass, that’s...I haven’t drunk from the source in a long, long time.” Edgar admitted softly. ”A kiss with a little bit of blood in it is fine, but sinking my fangs into your skin?” Edgar closed his eyes, shuddering. Cass didn’t know if it was fear or pleasure that made him do so, and honestly, it was probably both. ”I don’t want to go over the edge. I don’t want to hurt you. I...appreciate your offer, but I can still source my wine. It’s just going to take a few days. I won’t starve.” Edgar said, before he groaned. ”But damn if I don’t want to be the bigger person and just-” He cut off with a groan.

Cass stared at him, feeling the desperation in his voice, in the way his hands flexed on Cass’ clothes. His grip was tight, pulling him even harder against his chest and body.

”Listening to you make little noises as I suck your blood? Fuck. Thinking about it makes me want to cum in my pants. You could make me do that with just the thought of it.” Edgar told him and Cass let out a shocked whimper.

”W-What?” Cass mumbled, and froze when Edgar raised his gaze to Cass’. Cass knew now what had made him freeze. What had made his voice sound so tight, controlled.

The man wanted him. More than Cass had the capacity to understand. The man wanted to lick and suck on Cass in a way that Cass had never even considered. Cass let out another soft noise and Edgar’s predatory gaze softened only slightly as his gaze slid to Cass’ lips.

”Now, are we going to continue kissing, or is there something else you’d rather do?” Edgar asked softly, and Cass felt his face warm.

”K-Kissing!” Cass squeaked out, not wanting to go further. He was already falling down into the pit of debauchery, he didn’t want to take a full tumble and become a damn harlot. Just a little...smooching in his office. That was fine.

He could get behind that.

So could Edgar, it seemed, as the man pulled Cass closer, sighing into the kiss as their lips locked and unlike before, it didn’t feel physically overwhelming. Cass’ head still swam, the shivering and trembling still there, but he knew to expect the shock when his teeth grazed his fangs. Knew what the touch would do to his body.

Now it was a slow seduction on Edgar’s part. He was learning what Cass liked, following the little noises that Cass made in his throat until Cass was a moaning, folding mess. Edgar had to hold him up as his body was barely able to hold himself up due to the pleasure suffused throughout his whole body.

Eventually, Edgar had them switch positions so that he was under Cass, not the other way around. Edgar was sitting in the chair, Cass straddling his lap and Edgar’s hands were pulling Cass’ clothes free from his pants, his warm hands pressed against Cass’ skin on his back.

Cass felt like one giant ball of pleasure. He was embarrassingly hard, embarrassingly wet, and he was glad that Edgar didn’t bring attention to it. He could feel how the fabric of his underwear was sticking to his cock, wrapping around it like a damn warm hand and that only made this even harder on Cass.

Did he want to calm down? Not really.

Should he calm down because he had a lot of work to do tonight? Yeah, probably.

Cass continued kissing Edgar without a care in the world, forgetting completely that Sir Forsythe was outside the door, waiting for Cass to call him back in. He didn’t even worry about what the man thought they were getting up to.

He just kept kissing the vampire underneath him.

Until he felt, not heard, the footsteps of a man who had been out providing for his partner who had decided to start kissing another man while he was doing so.

Cass pulled away from Edgar’s lips, sensing trouble when Lucian flung the doors to Cass’ new office open, his orange eyes blazing, his clothes perfect and his hair flowing in a wind that shouldn’t be in the room with them since they were inside.

”What do you two think you are doing? Edgar!” Lucian roared as Cass turned his dazed, pleasure addled mind towards Lucian. Took in the anger, took in the rage, and gave him a slow, warm smile.

Edgar froze in the face of the dragon’s anger, while Cass?

Cass slowly reached a hand out to Lucian.

”You took your time, didn’t you?” Cass murmured, and Lucian’s whole face flushed as Cass stared at him warmly, a hand reaching for him. ”Come here, Lucy.” Lucian, an idiot when it came to all else, slammed the doors closed behind him so that no one else could see this Cass before him and get seduced into the man’s arms.

The anger faded immediately in the face of Cass’ obvious excitement to see him. Lucian grumbled as he crossed the floor with nearly impossible long strides.

”If you had plans to do this, you could have just told me.” Lucian grumbled as he came up behind Cass, his big, wide body supporting him almost instantly as his hands slid around Cass’ front, sliding up under the little gap that Edgar had made by pulling his shirt up out of his pants.

Lucian’s hands wandered up, cupping Cass’ chest and skin easily. Cass gulped at how rough his fingers felt against his bare skin, and how big his hands were. Cass was a smaller man now, but even in his other body he was sure Lucian would be a giant compared to him.

Cass leaned back against his chest, sighing as he felt warmth from two men around him.

He hadn’t realised how good this would feel.

”Kiss me, Lucy.” Cass murmured, and Lucian’s animalistic gaze sharpened before he did as he was told. It was such a brash, rough kiss, not even comparable to the seduction that Edgar had been doing that Cass laughed into it. Damn. The two men weren’t even comparable to each other.