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What You'll Find Here

Anacosta Heights
Dupont Circle
Hawethorn Village
River Dale

Anacosta Heights

Situated above the daily life of the city, Anacosta Heights is a tucked away suburb featuring extravagant neo-gothic inspired mansions. The inhabitants of this neighborhood often show their overwhelming wealth with sports cars lining their long, circular driveways, large pools, and manicured gardens. The homeowners of Anacosta Heights treasure their privacy as seen by the high iron gates to the security personnel present at every entrance.

Dupont Circle

Dupont Circle is a small suburban neighborhood settled within the serene portion of the southern portion of town. These four-bedroom, single-family homes feature back yards, porches, garages, and far more breathing space then the Village offers. This neighborhood often is more family orientated and even has organized events for children and the neighborhood as a whole.

Hawethorn Village

Settled in the middle of downtown, Hawthorn Village consists of several victorian inspired row houses just off the main street. Due to it's convenience to just about everything, the village can be a tad expensive to live within. However, the residents of this neighborhood often have two to three-story townhouses, often with a one to two-car garage. Many of the houses feature bay windows and/or rooftop terraces with a small fenced-in 'yard'.

River Dale

River Dale primarily consists of apartments that, despite their age and industrial appearing interior, still hold to the Victorian history that permeates the town. These apartments are often the cheapest option and sport scuffed, older wooden floors, open floor plans, visible beams, and the occasional brick wall.

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Posted on September 09, 2020 by MATTEO
Residences



In all the years he had known Sebastian, in all the years he had seen what the Incubus was capable of, Matteo had never yet truly been upon the receiving end of the other man's affinity. At least, not to its fullest extent. Nor had he ever truly considered the ramifications of that power turned upon himself or the very fashion it might prompt him to question the sexuality he had been assured of for nearly two thousand years. The sheer force of Sebastian's power was...striking. The vampire, even despite his relative youth, was far stronger than Matteo had anticipated. The Frenchman was given truly little chance to grasp that power, to test it's hold upon him or find that clarity in the fog of lust Sebastian all but coaxed from within him before the vampire himself reached forward to tug him towards him. Sebastian's lips found his own with a distinct and undeniable fervor. That kiss was as shocking as it was....tempting. Matteo, momentarily, near startled into stillness. How quick Sebastian was to take adventure of his own hesitation! The Englishman tugged the Frenchman down and into his lap. Whatever uncertainty Matteo had held over that positioning was all but quick to...fade away with that very closeness he felt to Sebastian now. His body all but craved Sebastian in a way he had certainly never craved another man and yet, somehow, that very notion hardly seemed...important. Indeed, all that mattered in that moment was returning those heated kisses. Matteo, at last, affording the vampire those sensual kisses in turn. That utter want within him was blatantly clear in each of those heated gestures. Matteo's hand reached upward, grasping Sebastain's shirt, tugging him all the closer.

Their position shifted once more, Sebastian effortlessly pressing him down upon the sofa until Matteo was caught between that lounge and Sebastian himself and yet how he hardly cared in that moment. The sheer closeness of the vampire and too- that pleasing feeling of his weight agianst him was....just what he desired. God, he only wanted more. Sebastian's groin shifted agianst his own. That desperately desired friction managed to coax that first sound of want from within Matteo's throat . The near ancient Fae distinctly aware of that response within his own figure. His very body began to respond to the vampire in turn even despite some faint, distant part of his mind near...rioting agianst that very thing. How tempting it was to silence those idle thoughts, to push them aside, to give in to those desires he'd never known he had and yet felt so potently now. It was that sudden sound of another voice, however, that seemed to afford that mutiny within his mind's foothold on that ever slippery slope of descent into Sebastian's lustful affliction. Alexander. He'd forgotten Alexander. Christ, he'd gotten more carried away then he'd intended. Matteo, at last, managed to pull his lips from Sebastian's own long enough to peer around the other man and towards Alexander, the Macedonian, now free of Sebastian's hold, sat near regally within his own chair. That look of amusement upon his Father's face was quick to coax a scowl to Matteo's own. This was hardly so....funny as Alexander found it. A soft snort of indignation left the Frenchman's nose before Matteo insisted Alexander at least try to hurry in finding those clothes. His efforts to distract Sebastian were....precarious at best. His own body so desperately teetering upon that edge of betraying any common sense.

Alexander's insistence that he try not to sleep with Sebastian while he was gone was met with another distinct scowl before the Dark Hunter at last rose to head from that room. God but how he desired Alexander both hurry and...not all at once! That confliction of emotion was nothing short of intense and yet Matteo found his fingers settling in Sebastian's brunette locks once more. His lips eagerly returned to the incubus' own. He was only....kissing him. That was harmless, wasn't it? Yet how good a kisser Sebastian was! That sensation would surely be made all the more pleasant by the removal of the vampires shirt. That feeling of skin on skin always was far more....pleasurable. Matteo's fingers reached for the hem of Sebastian's shirt only to tug it upward and over his head, the other man forced to pause those heated kisses if only to assist in the removal of that garment before it was tossed to the floor. That was far, far better. Matteo was equally content to take that moment to assure the vampire he was as entirely apt in that kissing as he had heard. Sebastian so insisting he was excellent at other things too. Ah, such boldness! Surely Sebastian was not so good as he believed and yet how very willing Matteo found himself to...test the younger man. Surely such a thing was not part of that plan however. How difficult it was becoming to even remember that plan.

Sebastian eased that vest of Matteo's own figure, the Frenchman more than willing to allow it if only to further increase that sensation of skin on skin. That very feeling coaxing another soft groan from within the Frenchmans throat- even as he tried to swallow that sound back. Matteo so desperately clinging for that control and yet how dangerously close it was to falling from his grasp. His fingers toyed with the waistband of Sebastian's jeans. That action was near instinctive. Just the way he would have done with any woman. Sebastian's hand reached forward, grasping his own free hand in turn only to break from those kisses- Matteo's wrist lifted to his nose. The Frenchman's silver gaze rested near inquisitive upon Sebastain then. His mind felt...hazy. What was so very curious about his wrist that Sebastian might-. That veritable alarm seemed to register far too late. That very notion of just what Sebastian intended seeming to settle within his mind in the same moment as Sebastain's lips parted. The vampires fangs biting down just as Matteo tried to move his wrist away.

"Sebastian! Don't..."

The rest of those accented words were all but lost to the moan that followed. Sebastain's venom quick to find his bloodstream. How quickly any resistance was all but...obliterated in the wake of it. He'd forgotten just how utterly....glorious it was. That sheer wealth of pleasure was undeniable and yet how that venom was like gasoline to a flame! That want for Sebastian, that need for him, seemed to increase dramatically. As if it had not already been potent enough! He needed Sebastian in that moment more than he was assured he needed air. Matteo, vaguely, aware of just how much the vampire seemed to relish in that taste of him in turn. They always did. Vampires had always been drawn to him. Like moths to the flame. His words, when they came, were near breathless.

"All of me tastes amazing, Mon Cher. It never...runs out....either. I'm magical but thats.....a secret."

Some part of his mind so vaguely considered that these were hardly sensible words and yet he found he hardly cared as Sebastian licked closed those wounds, his lips returning to Matteo's own. The Frenchman assured them that this was exactly where they belonged. Matteo was aware, dimly, of Sebastian's hands at his sides before the vampire broke that kiss only long enough to tug down his jeans and boxers. Sebastian's lips found his chest, fluttering downward lower and lower still as the Frenchman near squirmed agianst him. How close he was to just where Matteo wanted him and- wait. Did he....really want Sebastain to be in such an intimate place as that? Was there not something he was supposed to remember? Sebastian's lips pressed a final time to his inner thigh as matteo struggled agianst that veritable fog once more- only for his gaze to meet the other man's own- before Sebastian bit downward again. This time with all four fangs. That venom all but saturated his bloodstream in a blissful tsunami of pleasure that overrode but every single reservation Matteo had felt. Nothing in that world mattered more then Sebastian in that moment. How he wanted him....completely. How content he was to let the vampire feed unashamedly on his blood when he so normally strove to prevent spilling but even a drop of it. Those moans that fell from his lips increased as Sebastain finally afforded that length of him that attention it craved. The vampire's tongue sweeping across that rapidly hardening appendage. Those sensations that overtook his body were.....beyond explanation. God how he wanted Sebastian to take more of him. He needed more. Sebastian finally taking him entirely between his ips

"Fucking hell thats....good. Baise moi."

Those french words slipped from his lips upon another groan. Matteo's breath was decidedly uneven now as his head fell back agianst the sofa, his hips shifting to find a rhythm agianst Sebastian's lips as his free hand reached downward to nestle in Sebastain's hair- holding the vampire there. He could feel that pleasure rising with every touch of Sebastain's lips and tongue. Those soft moans fell from his throat with every soft roll of his hips before Sebastian so suddenly.....stopped. Matteo's gaze flickered abruptly open. The sight of Alexander with a knife to Sebastian's neck seemed slow to sink in. What was....happening? Sebastian was reluctant and yet compliant in leaning away from him before flopping into that armchair. The incubus abruptly released his hold on those pheromones that had afflicted the Frenchman as did. Matteo left blinking in confusion once more. That venom that lingered within his system still saw him desire that....touch and yet that sexual attraction to Sebastain, another man had all but vanished. Alexander forcefully tossed those clothes at him, that very gesture and command to get dressed seeming to snap the Frenchman from the last of that reverie.

"Merde."

That distinctly French cuss word fell from the Fae's lips as Matteo near hurriedly pulled his boxer shorts back up, those jeans tossed aside before he reached for the dark blue dress pants and white shirt Alexander had found for him. Several more mutters fell from his lips as that shirt was buttoned. Matteo briefly glanced down at his new attire.

"I look like I'm about to ask people if they have a moment to hear about Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ."

In the very least it was better than that safety vest Sebastian had so helpfully pushed to the floor. That movement of getting dressed so suddenly prompting a sudden....pain upon his freshly bitten thigh. That muscle rather...sore in the wake of those punctures.

"You couldn't have been a bit faster, Mon Amie?"

Those words were all but muttered to Alexander. Matteo afforded him a near dubious glance as Alexander questioned Sebastian further, the vampire apparently having known where Dorian was all along. Dorain, however, hardly seemed the most pressing matter. That clothing now fully in place, Matteo's silver gaze settled upon the seated incubus once more. He had been so close, so terribly close to.....fucking Sebastain. That notable....firmness to his figure still wholly visible. A discomfort he would likely be forced to feel for some time yet. A veritable pout settling upon his lips. Those words were directed to Alexander and yet his gaze hardly left Sebastain,

"I think I have changed my mind. I think he does not deserve to meet Dorian. Not after that...stunt"

Matteo's gaze narrowed slightly once more. Those emotions within himself still...turbulent.

"Do not look at me like that, Alexander! I was....violated!.....I....think."

He hadn't exactly said no, had he? Matteo having done nothing but...desire Sebastain's attentions. Sacrebleu!

"You better not ever mention what you saw on this couch, Mon Amie. As for you, you incube batard (incubus bastard), take us to Dorian or I swear to God I will reduce you to ash."

This was not a night he would ever live down. Alexander with his faultless memory would simply never...forget it. Yet if Alexander had not come when he had....perhaps at least Sebastain would have finished what he'd started. Matteo's eyes raised slightly at the realization that several of those more seductive thoughts continued to linger. The Frenchman abruptly threw up his hands before all but storming out of that house. Alexander and Sebastian left to follow in his wake.



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