Wagner had yet again evaded Azazel and on the run yet again, thinking he was going to get away this time. It was all a game to Azazel who tracked his every move easy and just let him have his false hope. Wagner had been out for weeks happy, he even found a local artist with whom he enjoyed their art from afar. They painted the plague and macabre stuff and he enjoyed it. They had an eye for the gruesome, a beautiful way of capturing the dead. Wagner was defiantly thinking he found his new fledgling. He loved art and painting and why not have one who does. Plus he heard rumors this one also had visions and though it only been a few years since his run in with Guilhem, this one he wanted. Rare to find someone with such skills but two, yes they both be his. He snuck into the studio, now this painter was harder to find given who owned him was not crediting him but stealing his art. However the artist had ways to send little hidden messages to show it was his and not his owners. Wagner admired that spiteful will.
So when he got into the shabby shack ready to take, it was him who was taken. The painter was ready and pounced Wagner, pinning him to the floor. It was clear the painter worked out and stayed fit, he was rather strong for a human and there was a manic to his smile. He held no fear and unlike Guilhem who was waiting and accepting he assume this one was going to fight. Fight yes but now how Wagner assume, because next thing he knows the painter is kissing him. Willingly, he was all over Wagner, his hands roamed him, hungry, desperate, wanting. he broke the kiss “I been waiting for you, your late.” he said with a pant “Finally someone who can give me what I want.”
“And what do you want?” Wagner ask smiling wide, he was rather intrigued and alarmed. Plus he wasn’t not liking the groping, this man was clearly into it. Which was again rare and wasn’t unwelcoming, but it was odd.He couldn’t really connect emotions to this, he just wanted his collection.
“They say I’m crazy,but no I remember stories from my small village. You are Vampire.” he said in a thick accent that was mix, it was defiantly not greece, but he had a abit of a greece accent to suggest he been here a while, but it wasn’t his birth place. His dark curly hair, his golden skin tone, those light brown eyes piercing. He was beautiful, he was scruffy, mostly clean shaven. Not by choice he assume, given he wasn’t maintaining it well. The man continues “Give me what you are? make me a Vampire. It is the key I need to rid this place. The power I crave. I know what you want and I am willing to give it, if you make me like you.” he told him, He still pinned Wagner, he knew what Wagner was and he still challenged to pin him and talk.
Wagner studied him, it was fascinating. If not for the threat of Azazel maybe he take this one with him. The man bucked into Wagner, sent a shiver through him. This was different and he wasn’t fully sure he liked it. The man was take charge and he was already pawing at Wagner clothes. Wagner allowed him to strip them both,but he wasn’t letting this man make him a bottom “Fine I am more then willing to turn you.” he said and boy did he misread this guy. This guy didn’t try to be the top, no he was straddling himself over Wagner cock. He was still taking the control though “I’m going to show you just how deserving I am of this.” he grinned wide. The man was filthy with paint, like he never heard of a rag to wipe your brushes. Wagner realized he had wet paint on his hands. He had been painting before Wagner arrived, but he could dwell on it because instead of the man having Wagner take him then amd there he had moved and swallowed the Vampire cock. He was very skilled, it was clear what his owner used himf or, not just his art work but his body too. He kept those piercing eyes on Wagner, paint had trailed over his body, smeared in spots that he had been touched. As the painter bobbed on Wagner member, he felt the artist hands touch and glide, reaching to pinch his nipple and tug. Leaving smears of colors there. Wagner gave a cry out, what was happening here. He tried to figure out, how the fuck did he lose control here. This guy took him and is having his way. The man pulled off with a pop as he crawled and left kisses up Wagner body “Oh you are so beautiful. Even better in person then on my canvas.” Surely this man was mad. he thought Wagner was beautiful.
Wagner felt like he was in a alternate reality, who the fuck was this guy. He kept telling himself he was incharged and then he felt the man sit and have wagner slick cock go into him, giving a shuttering groan. Wagner grabbed his hips, he was taking some control. So he thought “Thats right, grab me, fuck me.” He bounce and grind into him, Wagner hips bucking wild. He had never lost control like this, this man was so willing and wanting. He lean in and kissed Wagner deeply, riding him hard, he bit Wagner lips. “I love your eyes, so red, like blood. I want to paint them more.” he told him. What the fuck Wagner thought, he didn’t love. Maybe he couldn’t keep this one around. He still wanted to turn him, too intrigued to know how he turn out. Plus art like his needed to be around longer. To paint such rot and decomposing bodies in the way this man did, he liked it. The man worked him so well Wagner was appalled he was the one who came first, however he held the man there “You don’t dare fucking stop” he hissed out.
The man grinned wider that manic grin and obeyed, he rode him till he himself finally hit his climax crying whorishly and shamelessly out. He then move to lay there next to Wagner “I told you I am worthy.” Wagner was not going to argue, instead he lunged and bit the mans neck draining him. The man had no fear at all laughed weakly. Then Wagner fed him his blood, who which the man eager drank.
Few hours had pass and the man had a woke to Wagner still there “Oh you are still here good. We can kill my owner together.” he said,
“I already did. His eyes were delicious.” Figure it scare the man surely. Nope the man was more upset he wasn’t apart of it.
“Damn I was hoping we bath in his blood together and I could have hand fed those eyes to you.” he was smooth in his words.
Yeah Wagner wasn’t sure he could handle this one. He was aggressive for him, he started to regret and then the man spoke more as Wagner found the painting of Azazel “Like that? I saw a place, a place you are from. Underground place people disappear to. He is your owner no? Give me time I can get skills to kill him.” he says
Wagner couldn’t have that at all, as the man went to show more of his art, Wagner saw an ax and move to bash the painters head in. He survive, but he was making sure the memory of him didn’t.he kept hacking and smashing till he was sure he come back with no memory of him. The he burned the shack and all of the painters paintings, shoving him into a empty cart nearby. “That one was….crazy.” he then ran off before Azazel be on his trail again.