Together, Forever…
For mudamuda… Happy Holidays!By kira
Feliciano moaned softly as his fledgling Ludwig fed from the vein on his neck in the dark, candlelit room. Heavy, red velvet drapes were still drawn against the fading sunlight. Feliciano would get up when Ludwig was finished feeding and check behind the curtains to see if the moon was up and darkness had fallen. While he could tolerate periods of sunlight, having been “born” when Julius Caesar ruled Rome, Ludwig was still too new a fledgling to tolerate even a minute. Feliciano even slept with him in his coffin, holding him close, as he chased away Ludwig’s fears with words of love.
Feliciano dressed his beloved in rich brocades shot with gold and fine linen, and buttery soft leather boot. Together they made a handsome pair. Hunting late night revelers, enjoying the opera, or simply spending an evening home, curled up with a good book, or lying naked in each other’s arms on Feliciano’s four-poster bed, they were never far apart. It was a heady time full of parties and late nights in the brothels, drinking their fill, and if a whore turned up dead in the morning, no one mourned for long. But it was moments like this that Feliciano treasured the most. In the quiet of the night, Ludwig’s fangs sunk deep in his neck, gently sucking as he drank Feliciano’s blood and afterwards, their rough and tumble love-making. In Feliciano’s humble opinion, there was no better way to spend eternity than having Ludwig by his side…
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