J’ai envie de toi - Maxence (fortidsemne) (CW)

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Ammon had been in the tailor shop a few times. He had become quite fond of the young Maxence. Nobody needed so many suits, but he kept coming back. It was not because he was actually in love with the young siren, but ever since he had been turned into a vampire, he had trouble trusting other people. He just didn't believe they had his best intentions at heart, so he would usually just use people before they had a chance to use him. And now Maxence was his newest target.

He walked into the store and looked around to see if he could catch a glimpse of him. He didn't seem to be there. "I am in the need of a suit," he said speaking perfectly French. It was, however, easy to hear he was not a native speaker of the romantic language. His accent was more british. "Perhaps this could be a good learning experience for the young Maxence. Can he come to my home and the first possible time?" The clerk nodded. Ammon slid a small note with his address on. He then left the store and went home. Now he just had to wait.

He had intention of actually getting more than just a suit. Much more. He had been flirting with Maxence for about a year, buttering him up. Maxence had never showed much interest. He was done being patient, and would now actively seek it out. He would just have to test out if he really had no interest in him, or if there was another reason for his disinterest. No matter what, he would get a new suit and perhaps a little snack. He never had tasted siren blood before.

As soon as Maxence met in on his work, he was greeted by the clerk. " Mr. Voclain, somebody asked for you today. A young gentleman. He handed me this ". He gave him the paper, before continuing " i believe it was the same gentlemn as last. Mr. Gabaldon? ". Maxence´s eyes lit up, as he heard the name. He still vividly remembered the first time the guy entered the store. How handsome and alluring he was, with such a drawing and intense look to his eyes, like he was looking right into the soul of one. He looked down at the adress, before he looked up, almost as if he was asking, if he was allowed to go to the man´s home. The clerk gave him a short nod, before Maxence was off. Maxence had often had Mr. Gabaldon over, making tailored suits for him, as the one he was wearing himself, in lighter to dark colores.

It was still something new in the world of clothing. Normally he draped alot, but Mr. Gabaldon, was the first he had ever made a light, easy to walk in, and also four to five pieces clothing, rather close to the body. He had always tried to be graceful near the man, trying his hardest not to flirt back, but he couldn´t deny the feelings inside of him.. how he had dreamt of him, even sometimes.. been so close to kissing him, reaching out for him.. but stopped himself. It wasn´t normal, was it`?.. no.. but he wanted too.. he felt the feelings in his heart grow from month to month. He longed to see him, more and more. The conversations they had, the times they had met outside of the store, not by appointment, but simply just meeting in what would be called a mere coincedence.

When he finally was there, standing in front of the beautiful house, not like their own, but still of such beauty.. he suddenly felt his heart sting, as he knocked on the door. He could feel his heart beat faster, as he stood there, waiting, while letting the silver grey eyes explore every little corner of the door, as he could feel himself grow more and more nervous as the seconds countet on.

As he waited, he had found a few pieces Maxence or others in the shop had tailored for him. He was fairly straight forward in his taste, nothing big or fancy. He preferred a simple color and no fancy stitches or anything like it. The craziest he did was a pattern. He rarely wore them. It had just been an excuse to keep coming back. He had picked up on how Maxence’s heart had a tendency to beat faster around him, but he was not sure if it was because he was fearful or attracted. He was wearing the latest suit Maxence had tailored for him. It only seemed respectful to do so.

He placed the suits on his furniture around the living room. When you first entered the home, you would walk into a hallway that would eventually grow into the living room. In that hallway, there was two walk in closets. To the right of the living room, was a door leading into the bedroom, spare bedroom and washing chamber. To the left was the kitchen. It was humble, but nothing more than Ammon needed. He had left England for new opportunities in France, he was just unsure what those opportunities was yet to bring him.

He looked towards the door when he not only heard the knock, but also the continuous fast heartbeat. He went over to open and look at the young boy. He did look very handsome as he stood there. ”Bonjour,” he said and moved away to allow him to come inside. ”I am happy you were available,” he said in English, the British accent so very clear on his tongue. ”I like to think the youth have a much more creative way to view things.” He walked down the hallway. ”Please, come inside.” He looked at him with a stoic expression, however his eyes were practically undressing the siren already. ”Would you acquire a drink or perhaps a bit of food before we start?” He was nothing if not chivalrous, at least until he had gotten what he wanted.

As the door went up, he first noticed the hair, the eyes.. then the suit. A smile formed over the full lips, as he almost gave a short bow in front of Ammon. He knew his name, but he had never actually called him anything other than Mr. Gabaldon, as he wanted to seem professionel and not like a little kid, that didn´t know the differences. " Bonjour Monsieur Gabaldon, i was told that you had requested me, so i came as fast as i could ". He smiled gently, as he walked inside with him, before looking around shortly with the silver looking eyes. He followed him, as he started walking, clearly noticing the suits, as they reached the livingroom. Gently he started to bite down into his lowerlip, feeling the blush starting to appear, as he could feel his face grow warm, while he was near the man.

" I am always happy to please, i mean.. i ". He smiled a little apologetically, as he said " Happy to please.. ". He wanted to bury himself in that moment, how embarassing it was for him. When he was offered something to drink and even food, he looked quite startled, before saying " I would love som water, but i will have to decline on all else ". His french was so posh, so on point. Every little sentence was sliding over his tongue, with such precision. It was so very clear to hear, that he was from a respectable family, and not of some slum in France. He looked at him shortly, before turning his gaze away, as he started to find his sewing kit forward. " So was it a new suit, or reparing of any.. ". He looked a little over towards Ammon, as he smiled gently, while trying not to look.. too much over towards him.

Ammon had always been very civil with Maxence, at least his chosen actions and words had. His eyes and body language was a whole other story. He looked at him with a smile. ”You are eager to work. That is such an admirable quality. More young people could learn from your spirit,” he led him into the living room. He found himself looking at him for longer than he should have. ”It’s not much, but it’s home.” He walked over to touch one of the suits.

He heard his words and couldn’t help but smile. ”Another admirable quality,” he said with a soft voice. He went to the kitchen to find him some water, returning with a little woodened cup with some semi-cold water. He offered it to him. ”A new one,” he said and went over to the suits spread around the place. ”An acquaintance of mine, had a strange idea for an event,” he said. ”We are all to come dressed in clothes made for different kinds of fabric, different patterns and colors. We are then going to find someone with a similar kind of fabric. We then have to trade fabrics to make a piece of clothing that is the same color. It will surely mean somebody will end up dressed in nothing at all.” He cleared his throat. ”I do need the suit to be able to rip easily. I do not wish to ruin such handywork, but it is part of the game. Socialites always has such creative ways to make parties stand-out.” He picked up a suit. ”I think the jacket should be a mix of this one and…” He picked up another suit, ”… and this one.”

He looked over towards him, as he said that more young people could learn from his spirit. He loved that, it was such a sweet thing to say, but also kinda a diss towards younger people, but he let that slide, for now at least. A gentle smile appeared over his lips, when Ammon said that it wasn´t much but it was home. " I like it ". He looked around once more with the same smile as before on his lips, while nodding a little to himself. " Seems so.. pleasing to look at ". He meant the house, but he could also just have said Ammon, as he was also pleasing to look at. " I´m full of admirable qualities " he joked back, as he looked at Ammon with a little grin. He had noticed the touch against one of the suits.. how his fingers had slided over the fabric, making him feel.. weird inside, but he already knew why.. it was stirring inside of him.. the lust.

He continued to follow him with his gaze, as he left the room, before he came back with a woodened cup with some semi cold water. He took it with great pleasure, before he took a sip of it, as he said " Thank you ". He listened to him, as he looked at him, following him so closely with his eyes, as he listened to his request. He looked at him with bigger eyes than normal, when Ammon mentioned the whole thing about someone ending up in nothing at all, before saying it should be easy to rip.. and also without ruining the suit?!... and not only that, but he wanted the jacket to be a mix. " O-okay i can try, but it will take a few tries, i have to.. at least adjust the suit to you first, then find out how we piece it together, so it can be ripped but without ripping, and.. ". He felt a little confused at first, before he walked over and took the jacket and then the other, as he held the fabrics in his hands. Same fabric, different patterns, but close. He looked at Ammon for a moment, before he said " I already know your size, but.. it might take hours.. ". He looked to the windows, knowing it would grow dark before he was done.

He started right away.. " When do you need it done? ". He hoped it wasnt tonight, but if it were, he would do his best to get it done. He let his hands glide over the fabric, cut it so nicely, sewed and ripped the suits, made even little patterns to try and match it best, also to rip so he didn´t rip the suit. As he had been going at it for 4 hours, he stopped shortly, as he felt the needle prick into his finger, before he found something to put over it, as he continued. He was done with the suit 6 hours after... having his hands in bandage here and there, as he had been so quick, but also having been rather nervous being near him. He stretched his body, as he grew uneasy. He knew he needed to get in water soon.. as he looked over towards Ammon.. already seeing the light outside the windows disappearing. " Could i maybe.. take a bath here.. ". He looked embarassed asking but he knew the guy was a vampire.. he could smell it. He looked down a little as he said " I know.. you can smell i´m not human.. i´m a siren, i.. need water every five to eight hour.. or i could.. end up dying ". He looked embarassed asking, but he was almost done, but he wouldn´t be able to make it home.

Ammon looked at him when he spoke about the home. ”Merci,” he said and looked around the home again. He actually did like the life he had created for himself here. His dark eyes pointed their attention to Maxence again. ”I hope for a chance to explore your qualities to full extend,” he said with a lustful smile. He was not trying to hide his fondness of the boy, but he was still downplaying it, at least in public. Here, he didn’t have to do so as much. He was freer. He could smell it on him, the pheromones. He was just excited as himself. Delightful.
Ammon looked at him when he reacted strongly to his request. ”I assumed so.” He looked at him when he went over to the fabrics to touch them. He was so graceful in his movements. It was almost like looking at a dancer. He was like art. ”There is no rush,” he stated. He walked over to him. He let his hands run over the fabric, gently brushing his every now and then. ”Don’t overextend yourself,” he said with a soft voice, as he was standing fairly close to him.

”In three nights time,” he explained. While he got started, Ammon did a fair deal of other activities. He spend some time just sitting and watching him work, he also used some time on his own work, writing down small sentences and lyrics appearing in his head. When the darkness moved closer, he ended up just staring out the window. It was a good past time as any. ”I do know, yes. I must say, I have never encountered a siren before. I thought they only belonged to the myths.” He turned around to him.
”Let me prepare the tub for you.” He went into what would be called a bathroom in modern times. He began filling the tub made from tree with water he boiled. He went out to him again. ”Let it cool for some time before going in there.” He walked over to him. ”You have vision,” he said and looked at the suit. ”You impress me every time.” He was being a little straight forward now, but he was intend on having what he had worked so hard for. ”Have you ever thought about how many suits a man really do need?” He looked at him with a slightly tilted head. ”I must admit the suits were not the main reason for me coming back. I find you desirable.” He moved closer to him, so close their bodies almost touched. ”I have thought about kissing you for a year now.”

Maxence could feel the beat of his heart underneath all of his flesh. How it was almost feeling like it could burst out of his chest. He was almost certain now, that Ammon was flirting with him, but something inside of him, had been certain of this, for almost half a year now or even more actually. A man couldn´t need so many suits, it was impossible, but still he had come into the store.. always choosing him.. always letting him make them, taking measurements.. every now and then, as one´s body was ever changing, but his had always stayed the same.. always the same measurements. He remembered them so clearly inside of his head and he feared, that he would never forget them, if Ammon ever left the city.

When he said that he would prepare the tub for him, he smiled and said " Merci Monsieur Gabaldon ". He couldn´t help to be drawn back to the time with the fabric, feeling it.. how Ammon had let his hand glide over his a few times. He felt it down at his member also.. how the lust was so.. prominent. He had done everything to hide it, but he felt that right now.. when they were alone.. should he confess his feelings for him. He looked over towards him, as he came back, before a little smile formed over his lips, as he said " Really?. Every time ". He laughed a little, but smiled happily, as he suddenly stopped sewing.. as he heard the words. " I.. ". He stopped his sentence, as he heard the words desirable.. before he got up, as Ammon moved closer, to the point where he took a step back, when their bodies almost touched. He fell back into the couch, as he looked up towards Ammon, before looking up towards him with a heavy blush over his cheeks. When he heard the words.. his member instantly responded.. and his body too. He looked embarassed away, as he said " I.. i respect your feelings, but i must.. i.. ". He tried to really hide it, but he couldn´t.

As he looked up towards Ammon, he slowly parted his lips, before he said " I have fallen for you.. in love with you, even.. no.. i love you Monsieur Gabaldon.. Ammon ". He said his name, for the very first time, and almost in a whisper over his lips, as he looked at him, waiting to hear his respons. He had to love him back, if he had waited.. for a year.. to only kiss him, and even courting to him.. hadn´t he?. He felt such a warm feeling spread in his body, while nervousness was still there, as his heart was beating faster than ever.

Ammon was not one to fall in love. He had done so once and it had killed him, literally. He was not going to do that again. He was really much of a causal relationship type of guy. It was just easier for him to not get attached to anyone. He was also not very good with feelings. He didn’t know how to relate to them, how to handle them. He just didn’t have that kind of emotional depth. He made it a habit to tell people that before he pursued them, but it hadn’t happened with Maxence. Maybe because he wanted more from him without even knowing it. He liked him. He was not just a pretty toy to him, but he would never be able to admit that himself.

He returned from making the bath ready. ”Yes, every time,” he repeated with a serious expression, if not a little smile on his lips. He noticed how he stopped sewing on account of his words. He seemed to not know what to say, so he didn’t say anything. He just fell back when he moved closer. Had he crossed a line? He looked at him carefully, noticing the visible blush over his skin. Maybe he had, but he didn’t seem to completely hate it. When he seemed like he was just about to reject him, he raised his eyebrows just a little. His words took him aback. He had fallen in love with him. He didn’t even know that was still possible. He stood a moment, wondering what to do. He didn’t want him to go, and he would unless he repaid his feelings, wouldn’t he? What choice did he really have?

Ammon wanted so much to say that Maxence would just be another person he would sleep with, but he knew it wasn’t true. He might not love him, but he liked him, and that was far more than most got. ”I…” He moved over to the couch. He let his fingers trace along his warm cheeks. ”I feel the same way.” He bent over ready to catch his lips in a kiss if he would let him. He shouldn’t, because he would not be able to repay his feelings. It would be best to just let him go now with his heart intact. It would undoubtedly be in pieces when he left this house. Even if Ammon might want more, he would not be able to take it. It was easy to sleep with people, but to actually form a emotional connection, that he couldn’t do.

Maxence almost trembled underneath Ammon´s touch. He had never felt like this before, but it was a wonderful feeling. When he heard the words, his heart almost burst with joy, as he leaned forward, ready to meet Ammon´s lips half way, as he felt the sweet lips, how wonderful in taste they were, like a fairytale kiss.. finally the prince was his. He let a small moan escape his lips, as he broke the kiss, as he had forgotten to breath while kissing him. He was so wonderful, he could never get enough of him.

He looked at him with the biggest smile, as he leaned forward once more. He was unexperienced but he didn´t think about that right at the moment, and when it came to it all, he was sure he could make Ammon feel good.. why shouldn´t he be able to?. " What about the bath?.. should we.. take it together ". It was rather risky words coming out from his mouth, but he didn´t want to seem like some adult teen, that was fresh out of some household. He hadn´t kissed anyone before.. but even then, he had seen it before, he knew how to do it... sort off, but he just followed Ammon´s lead, as he smiled.

Ammon was not intentionally leading him on. He just didn’t know how else to handle it. He wanted to taste him, and he had learned a long time ago, that you had to take what you wanted, otherwise it would never be yours. He felt the soft lips against his own. It was so strange to finally experience it after having waited for it for so long. That moan was so damn sexy he nearly began undressing him right there.

He saw the smile on his lips. He was adorable. And he wanted more. Ammon was not one to object. He kissed him once more, although shorter this time around. He listened to his words and a short chuckle left his lips. ”I would like that very much.” He stood up straight and reached for Maxence as well. If he stood up, he would take him to the bathroom. He looked at him and only him. He wanted him so much. Without asking for permission, he started to undress him. His movements were calm and slow. He had plenty of chances to stop him, if he so wanted. ”I can’t wait to see all of you,” he said in a lowered voice. He looked into those beautiful eyes of his. He really was beautiful. He almost considered seeing him more than once, but he was then instantly reminded the last time he had done that, how it had ended very badly for him. He was only alive today because of her, but then again, he was not really alive. He placed a hand on his chest, feeling the heartbeat underneath his touch. He missed that feeling more than anything.

Ammon was so handsome, such a man in a mans world, where he himself was more of a boy. He felt so much younger near Ammon, like he had learned nothing of the world, and as if he was teached for the very first time, of what it meant to be with a real man, just in general, not only flesh against flesh. He looked up towards Ammon, as he got up, before he reached towards him, feeling the tip of his fingers glide over the soft part of Ammon´s palm, as he grabbed it, to get up. He stood in front of him, as he heard the words.. making him shiver ever so slightly, as he felt it run through his body, the words, the feeling. He was already more than hard for him. The silver colored eyes looked into Ammon´s darker eyes, as he felt himself stare into the oceans void once more. He loved it.. total silence in those eyes, but still so much mystery.. so much behind the darkness of them.

He felt how he started to undress him, even before he had said the words. He let him.. feeling how wonderful it all were. He reached forward to touch him.. before he felt the hand on his chest. He looked down toward it, as he looked up towards him.. gently placing a hand over his, as he asked " Do you want to taste me.. ". He didn´t know why, but the thought of him both having his flesh but also blood.. it was as if he had asked him.. if he wanted to share a part of his soul with him.. if Ammon would have him. When he was finally undressed completely, he stood there.. bare.. for all to see.. for Ammon to see. He looked at him with such a vulnerable look, but his eyes was almost glowing with lust and pure love. He really loved this man, everything about him.

He smiled gently, as he reached forward, to gently take off his clothing, as he had done once before, when making suits for him.. but this time, he would not only take the outer layer, but everything... he felt his fingers tremble a little over the fabric, as his heartbeat grew faster.. stronger.. his breath.. slower.. his lips licked with the saliva wet tongue, just for a moment, so they didn´t become dry in his present, but also because he liked what he was seeing. Such concentration.. in his look, but also such gentleness.

Ammon was not kind. He had never claimed to be. And maybe that was unfair to Maxence, but he really couldn’t bother with people’s feelings. In the end, they were just a meal ticket to them. He was dead, what use did he have for emotions anymore? Truth was, he frequently turned off his emotions to avoid having to deal with the world like that. Right now, they were on, they were not going to be forever. He noticed how he seemed to not look away from his eyes. He could look for a long time, but he was not going to get any closer to seeing who he was. He had a collection of walls surrounding him. If he first slipped, if he cared, he would just end up being hurt again, or killed. Silence was a perfect word to describe his eyes. Silent until a storm was creating waves.

Ammon looked at him when he asked if he wanted to taste him. Surprising, but still very tempting. ”I would,” he moved his lips to his neck, licking the skin on his neck. He pulled forward his teeth and very gently penetrating the skin, feeling the blood rushing past his lips. It was no surprise that he tasted salty. He was from the sea, after all. He didn’t take too much, but just enough to get a taste and exterminate his hunger. He also felt like it was much easier for him to have the appropriate bodily reactions required for what was about to happen if he had some blood in him for the subject of his desire.

Ammon licked the wounds and pulled away to look at him. He felt his fingers move over his body outside the clothes, like he had done so many times before. But this time, he didn’t stop with the suit. He removed everything. His fingers trembling, his heart beating so fast and hard that it was impossible not to hear. When they were both fully undressed, he took his hand and let him to the tub. He would let Maxence move in first, curious to see how the water would change his body. He wanted to see him in his true form.

A gasp escaped the plump lips, as Ammon let his teeth sink into the flesh of his, penetrating a part of him, that had also never been penetrated before. He closed his eyes, as to enjoy the moment, the rush that followed after the stinging pain in his neck. He remembered so vividly the tongue, gliding over his skin, before this. The sensation of his neck pulsating, almost like it had a heartbeat of its own, as he let out a soft moan, when Ammon finally let go of his neck. His eyes fluttered open, as he looked at the man in front of him, before he continued to the undressing part of the act, with unsteady and shaking hands.. trembling almost, as he touched Ammon for the very first time, it felt like.. as he had done this so often, but never really let himself feel him underneath the touch, it had always been so briefly, so fleeting, but this moment was not, it was real and raw.

As they stood face to face, he couldn´t help but blush while feeling flustered in the present of the man in front of him. Clearly much older and more experienced than him. He let himself be guided to the tub, as he looked shortly over towards Ammon, before he looked at the water, as he activated his gift, so his tail wouldn´t glide forward, but so he could stay in his human form, so there was space for them both to sit, in the rather big round tub. He smiled as he looked over towards Ammon, before feeling the water gently caress his skin, as he sunk into it, letting it swallow his body, almost all the way up to his shoulders, as he sat down in it, while pulling his knees to his chest, so Ammon could fit inside too. He looked a little down at the water, as to not stare the man to death with his hungry eyes, before he asked with a softness to his voice. " Are you disappointed?. That you are not going to see my tail ". He smiled gently, as he tilted his head a little towards the side, before feeling his body react to Ammon being naked.. in the water with him. He moved forward a little, as he wanted to feel his lips.

Ammon knew very well that the feeling of being bit could be a very sensual sensation. He had been hooked on the bite of vampires before. Now he was the one making people addicted, if he could. Or mostly he would just drink, screw and leave. He was not one for staying around for too long. But with Maxence, he was actually considering it. Not that he was going to settle down, not at all, but he had spent all this time pursuing him, it would almost be wasteful to just do it once and then leave it at that. He had many times imagined what he would look like without his clothes on. Now he was seeing it, and it was surprising. He was far more trimmed that he would have imagined.

He went into the water and nothing happened. He didn’t understand at first, but he didn’t care much about it. He just went into the tub as well, feeling the warm water surrounding his body. He used his hands to wash his arms and chest that wasn’t covered by the water. ”Not at all,” he said and looked at him. ”I suppose this just makes it easier.” He moved closer to him as well, letting his hands move down his chest while his lips were exploring his. He let his hand move dangerously close to his member, letting the tips float so much in the water they just touched the skin of his stomach, then his thighs. He finally moved his hands to manhood, locking his fingers around him, starting to move his hand just a little bit. ”Do you like that?” He whispered against his lips before kissing him again.

Maxence looked quite flustered towards Ammon, as he was there, in the water.. looking right at the man he had fantasized so many times about in his dreams but also in reality, whenever he had seen him, felt him, been near him and talked with him, thought about the feeling of him, of his touch, just being near him in general. He sighed blissfully, when he felt his hands run down his chest, as he felt the sweet velvet soft lips against his once again. How he would and could never grow tired of this feeling, of him. As he let the hands glide down, before gently taking a hold of him, he let out a soft moan against his lips, as he looked into his eyes, with his silver looking eyes, so soft but also filled with desire.

He gave a little nod, as he tried to talk without trembling in both voice and body, as he said " Y-Yes ". He loved it, he didn´t just like it, he craved it, with both heart and body. " I love you so much Ammon. I have dreamed of you, ever since you walked in the door in the store.. ". His tone was so soft, like he really spoke from the bottom of his heart, as he felt the lips once again against his, as he leaned into it, letting himself and all his worries wash away, as he leaned down a little with his hands, one buried into the neck of Ammon´s... in the soft hair of his.. and one slowly towards the member of Ammon´s, as he wanted to feel him.. wanted to hear him moan.. he had waited so patiently.. hoping, dreaming.. and now it was finally reality, now he could finally hear him, see his expressions.