jigokulogs | Open: August Catch All

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mahoutsukai no yakusoku: nero turner

Open: August Catch All

Who ⬤ Nero and various
What ⬤ Open starters
When ⬤ August
Where ⬤ Various
Content Warnings ⬤ Currently none

I. Restaurant hunting | Edges of Tamamo territory

[Or maybe more accurately, he's looking at several of the buildings in the area. He's not quite ready to buy or rent property and start a shop, but it's good to know what's around the Tamamo area. He's avoiding places that are extremely expensive and spending more time around the corners of the district, bordering between the other faction areas.

He has a notebook out and writing up notes about the areas, even if it's not about specific buildings.]

II. Mr. Libido | Tamamo

[Sometimes you end up with leadership positions you weren't really looking for! Here he is with his one star and one star responsibilities and he's staring down this man dancing in front of a restaurant.]

If you ain't gonna leave, I'll make you.

[Which is a weird threat from somebody who's wielding a butter knife, a fork and a spoon. The threat remains.]

III. Who says no to free food?

A | Your apartment

[Has Nero said he was going to cook for you?

If he said he was going to cook for you, he's shown up at your door with a grocery bag of ingredients and the intent to cook. You wouldn't turn him away would you? ]

You're not busy, right?

B | Tamamo Apartments
[If he hasn't specifically told you he was going to cook for you, he's still living in the starter Tamamo apartments for now. Figuring he has to do something for his fellow Tamamos, he's left his door open and is inviting people in to grab a meal in the morning. There's a full spread of warm scrambled eggs, freshly baked bread, sausage and bacon and several pitchers of juices. There are also some bowls of fresh fruit, if you'd rather have that.

No milk, no matter where you look.]

You should eat somethin' in the morning.

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[Aster pauses. Hums. Then finally holds the door open, smile a lot warmer. Just Like Yakumo! Take it to the bank, boys!

...Okay so he'd feel that way about anyone he vaguely liked who enjoys cooking, but familiarity is something that Aster desperately needs right now.] If only we were at home, then I'd see about offering you capital to start it up~ Though I'd have to taste your cooking first, but with how hard you've worked already...I don't think it could be bad.

[He shoots Nero a wink, before tugging him up to the reception; apparently somebody's pre-booked a room for two hours (just in case something goes wrong, really), so check-in is nice and smooth. And maybe, just maybe, he looks professional for it. He hopes. Being in the elevator and on their way to the room in under a minute certainly makes him feel very slick, anyway.]

--Oh! Before we get distracted and I forget to ask you ever again...Is there anything you need for your kitchen? Future reference, in case this becomes a regular thing ♡ [Punctuated by him cosying in closer, eyes creasing from his smile.]

[Don't worry about it, Aster. Nero's working very hard to get his business license and building. In fact, in a few weeks, he'll be out of the pleasure palace's kitchens and in his own.]

Thanks for the vote of confidence.

[In his restaurant kitchen?]

I don't need a lot. It feels better to do most of the cooking by hand. High quality pots and pans are always a necessity. Maybe an industrial dish washer in the shop. That kinda thing. But don't feel obligated.

[Nero doesn't pull away, but he remains speaking evenly as Aster cuddles up, considering what he might need in a kitchen]

Right? Some of the chefs I hired when I was first starting out tried to use shortcuts with magic, but it never tasted quite as delicious as something that was made from start to finish with their own hands! Is there a reason for that, you think?

[It's a genuinely interesting topic, after all; Nero's lack of reaction thus doesn't offend Aster whatsoever, and he hums and aahs in thought even as he twirls the room key on one finger-- never mind, gotta put said key in the appropriate lock. Smooth sailing, baby.]

But good pots and pans...That sounds about right! I'll keep an eye out ☆ At the very least, maybe I'll see a supply shop that you don't know about? Doubtful, but more good food is something always worth investing in! Speaking of good food--

Get comfy! [At last, he peels away, if only to close the door behind them and set the croissants down on the ornate coffee table. It's...Definitely a very red, purple, pink, four-poster bed, velvet drapes, the lot-kinda room.] You've been eying these off the whole way, huh? I was almost a little jealous of some pastries...But I can't blame you, huhu~

There's something about the physical act of doing the chopping and stuff. You can kind of taste the effort. Something along those lines.

[He gives a small nod as thanks.

This room is so much and honestly way too much for him. But they're probably not going to be here for that long. He can accept this place just looks like the love hotel it is.

Nero sits on the bed, tilting his head to the side, and brushing his hair aside, so Aster has a good place to bite.]

Good food's good food. What do people usually say? Uh... hope I'm delicious?

[His face goes red as he says it and his gaze wanders off from Aster. That's embarrassing.]

Maybe that's it...And there's more love put into something you've truly sh--

[Good thing the croissants have been safely secured, because Aster has to at least make a show of trying to muffle the giggle that comes bursting out of him. "Hope I'm delicious" is about the cutest thing he's heard in forever, to be honest, and it probably shows in the warm look Nero receives for his efforts.

No need to keep him waiting, then.] --I have no doubt that you will be. Also, fair warning; I'll have to numb the area a little first, so you don't have to get all shy about it when I start. It's just a part of the process, promise! [And he slips over, boots kicked off on the way, to wiggle around and tenderly embrace Nero from behind. The Natural Feeding Position.
.........Maybe it's not natural, the way he wraps his legs around in additional embrace. But that's for security reasons, right? Just to make sure that there's no sudden jolts that could make things worse.

Aster nuzzles against the crook of Nero's neck, sighing contentedly, before breathing out,] If you want me to stop, slap me on the leg and I'll let you go. Don't be afraid of me, 'kay? Promise, I'm a good little vampire.

[And then he starts prepping. Kittenish little licks and the gentlest nibbles, all incisor and no fang; so long as the skin's wet and absorbing his saliva, the numbing should start spreading a pleasantly cool burn throughout the surrounding flesh. It'd be a weird combination to have with the intense wildfire of the aphrodisiac, but-- well. He's not counting on that at the moment, anyway. It's already proven to be unreliable at best, so if it works at all, it'll be a pleasant surprise.]

[He knows what he said was embarrassing, but at least Aster makes an attempt to stifle his laughter. Honestly, Nero would probably laugh at somebody from the pure surprise of them saying anything along those lines.

This is the first time he's ever offered to let somebody feed from his blood. Whatever Aster is doing, he will assume is natural. Hard to say what isn't normal, when you barely know what normal is for the task at hand.]

Gotcha.

[Nero will remember that.

It doesn't feel hot for him, the aphrodisiac not quite at a level to do much to him. The area feels oddly cold. It's one of those pleasant sensations he didn't expect to enjoy. He gives a pleased little hum.]

Good boy ♡

[Perhaps unnecessary, but old habits are hard to break. As much as Aster's accustomed to soaking up praise, he's also used to doling it out to soothe and reassure. ...In certain situations. And not to certain people. Which Nero isn't one of, so-- anyway! The point is, it gets followed up with a kiss (just above the numbed spot, naturally), loudly smacked for emphasis.

Nero is a good boy, after all.

One that Aster's quite content to keep mouthing at and gently running his fingers up and down the torso of, apparently. He has to work out all of his anticipation somehow, even if it's getting harder to keep a track of his own hands and whether they're above belt-line or not. Maybe a little test prick, just to see how the numbing's working? Enough to threaten to break through the skin, but not quite.]

...That hurt much? It should just be pressure, not pain~

[This is embarrassing deep down to his core. It's not bad but the praise, though it's not much, is not something he's ever built up any resistance to. His face flushes bright red, and he's grateful Aster can't look directly at his face.

Aster's hands might be going lower, but it doesn't mean Nero moves away. Everything about this is already overwhelming enough, even without any aphrodisiacs flooding his system.]

No, it doesn't hurt at all. Drink up?

'kay ☆ Thanks for the meal~

[In one fell swoop, he pulls Nero in closer still and finally bites down; the suction seal his lips forms isn't perfect by any means, but at least it's only the thinnest dribbles of wasted blood. And absolutely that's for the best, given how, after the first deep pull, Aster groans thick and nasal.

Oh fuck. Oh fuck, this is. This is the good shit. He was right on the money with that sniff of magical potential; there's a sweetness that's just not present with civilian blood, buzzing and snapping on his tongue like popping candy. There's too much wastage already, like leaving crumbs on a plate after eating the most delicious cake you've ever had in your life. He breaks the seal to swipe his tongue over that stray rivulet, panting softly, before cinching his legs around Nero's hips a little tighter.

Mostly for warmth, to absorb ambient vitality, for some faint perception of affection. But hey, he'll take a little friction if he can get it.] Almost as good as Master, so delicious ♡♡ [And back in the fangs go. Waste not want not, babes.]

[Despite Nero's resistance to actually speak about what he is, he's a wizard that's been alive for hundreds of years. It's only a fraction of time, compared to some of the other ones he knows, but he is more powerful than he'd like to say.

It's a strange feeling, to know that his blood is being sucked, and somebody's feeding off of him. Nothing at all like the exchange he makes at a shop, far more intimate. That's something he's used to. This is something completely different.

There's a mumbled-]

Good. [Embarrassing. Somehow all of this is more embarrassing than the time he went home with a guy after three conversations.]

[oh god not only is he fucking delicious as hell (and really, even coming close to Eiden is a compliment in itself, given that he's 'identical' to the one energy signal that Aster desires the most by nature), but Nero is also just. cute. God. CUTE. Aster doesn't have to see his face to just know what expression he's pulling, and he can't help but grin, even though he knows full well that probably means his fangs are going to penetrate a little deeper still.

It's probably pushing his luck.

It's definitely pushing his luck, actually. But he's an opportunist at heart, anyway. So he shifts a little, angles his legs so that they practically force Nero's thighs apart, worming on in there like this is his personal space now. Maybe if he pushes a little more, he'll get more cute reactions? Or he'll get to feed on everything this handsome little font of magic has to offer, if he's good enough...

Hopefully. Maybe if he slips one hand up, thumb brushing over Nero's bottom lip and threatening to push past, and the other hand down over his belly instead. It'd be unfair to let him be the only one having a great time, after all, and such potent blood always gets him worked up faster than he'd like.]

[What did he say? Slap him if it's becoming too much? He doesn't know how much Aster needs to drink, but it seemed like it was less if it was magical. Nero doesn't feel fully drained, not after just a few moments of this.

His heartbeat speeds up. The need to survive starts kicking in, but he's trying to be a decent enough meal that Aster doesn't have to immediately ask for somebody else.

The vampire venom, or bite, doesn't do exactly what it's meant to. Nero isn't getting riled up the same way Aster is. When Aster's hands go down there's a twitch of his arms like he's fighting the urge to slap him away. Just a little more, and then he'll get away.]

[--that's not the normal rocketing pulse that he's used to. There's something-- he's twitching, minute, but still there, and honed into Nero's very veins as he is, Aster instantly stiffens and starts withdrawing.

It might be nothing. The jitters of a first-timer. But he'll never prove Master Huey right on bloodsucking, at least; the very thought of it is enough to make what was seconds prior pure ambrosia curdle in his gut.]

...Hey.

[Both hands are on Nero's shoulders now, legs tucked away under their owner and mouth still idly cleaning the wound. ...Look, it's still delicious fucking food, and he's not going to disrespect what's been given up here. Aster just...Needs to be sure.] Sorry~ I got ahead of myself...I knew you'd taste good, but you really are something else. I kind of forgot myself for a second and treated you like I would've treated my Master! Sorry, sorry~

[One last lick over the puncture marks, before he slithers off the mattress altogether, careful to keep his back to Nero so that the guilt plain on his face doesn't burden both of them.] If you're feeling dizzy, lay down. I'll get the supplies, so you'll feel better soon ♡

[Aster does a great job of moving so Nero isn't looking at him, if only because Nero's eyes are closed. He's breathing and fully alive, but it's good(?) to know that vampire venom doesn't affect him in the way it was supposed to, if only for future events.]

You drank a lot from your master?

[Honestly, he doesn't feel that terrible, but he does lay down. Probably best to eat and refuel before he leaves, even if they aren't going to be using that full two hours.]

...Accidentally. I stopped in time, of course! But it was close.

[Pre-programmed preference is a bitch to deal with, but at least Eiden hadn't seemed too put off by it...Then again, he got two orgasms out of the deal, a full gamut of the aphrovenom, so...It was probably easier to swallow that revelation still riding high.

Aster's standing by the bag of croissants, trying to force his face to look normal for a few seconds, but-- who cares about his stupid face. The important part is to perform due diligence and care, and always has been. With his butlers, with his Master, and now with this magic-dense, immune outlier. Back over he trots, arms laden with Goodies, to sit by Nero's head and administer that aftercare.] He enjoyed it a lot more, so I don't think he minded quite so much. And it's easier to be mindful of that sort of thing now that I know what he tastes like. Same with you ☆ I won't gorge myself and push you so hard now that I don't have as much risk of forgetting myself, right?

...Do you want to eat or drink first? And-- some of the boys liked a little cuddling or hair-stroking once I was done with them, if they got a little freaked out by what happened. Do you want that too?

[Nero opens his eyes to look back at Aster, now that he's close. His expression stays calm and steady, gold meeting pink. It's not the worst he's ever had, though his body doesn't betray any of his old wounds.]

Eat.

[There's a moment where he stays lying down, before he sits up and opens a hand face up. His pastry, please.]

I'm fine, just wasn't expectin' you to go so hard.

[One choco croissant, still faintly warm. Not completely wasted.

...Aster does not meet Nero's gaze, all the same.] Sorry~ It's also-- I never fed off of my first Master, so I don't actually get to drink blood that's so full of essence that often. My current Master was the first, and then here with Azem, then you...

I should've known better ☆ I always go a little hard when someone's just that delicious, and no one's ever not-- Um, anyway~

[Better to distract himself. He starts nibbling on his own croissant, humming tunelessly between bites.] I'm glad you're okay, senpai! That's what's most important to me. Here, here~ [And he fishes one of those electrolyte drinks out of the other bag, blue flavour, and cracks it open.] You've helped me out...I'll be good to go for a week, with how potent you are! And it was a learning experience for us both ♡

You never fed off him? Like he didn't let you drink from him or what?

[He's eating his croissant, put at ease with the delicious pastry in his mouth. Nero takes the drink with the other hand, tucking it next to his thigh.]

...I didn't need to. He was so powerful that I could just be at his side, and absorb his essence that way...

[The next bite of croissant is a lot bigger, a lot more violent, but at least he makes a fine show of brushing the flakes off of his thigh. Easier to hide the burgeoning shame and guilt that way, if he's distracted.] And he made sure that I knew how filthy he thought it was, so I never really did it until I figured out that he wasn't coming back any time soon--

So that's why I want to take care of you! I don't want anyone to think that about what I do~

[That's interesting.

He breaks the seal on the drink and takes a sip, gaze staying on Aster.]

Rude guy, to get you used to eatin' by standing there, then disappearing after saying all that. [To get somebody used to eating "clean" so to speak, and then making it so Aster had no other choice but to bite to get his fill. Nero has his fair share of problems, but at least nobody ever shamed him for how he ate.]

[Even more fucked up to make a vampire, specifically shape your familiar into a vampire, and then shame him for drinking blood. Thanks, Huey! Bitch.]

He was just a funny, easily bored sort of guy! That's all. And-- I could probably feed like that still, if I found someone half so powerful as him, but...I just like drinking blood, now that I've tried. It's entirely different, and it's slightly more efficient than other methods.

[Like the incubus method. Good only for stupid bitches or the most desperate, as far as he's concerned.] Actually, maybe I should just absorb ambiently from you...You must be close to what he'd taste like, I think.

[ Aster, have you considered your master sucks? Nero's face stays in that careful neutral he keeps when he's judging somebody. ]

You think so? I'd think somebody who's been around longer would have stronger magic to drink.

[He would if he could.

If he could. But-- NO MORE HUEY. At last, he's game to make eye contact and force a huge smile back onto his face, one hand patting Nero's knee in some confusion of comfort and enthusiasm.]

There's someone stronger than you, even? You're preeeeetty potent as is...But then, I also never tasted Master Huey, so it's kind of skewed all around. You're a very good s--

Um! Not that I'm saying this actually has to happen again, of course. Just that...You taste good.

For what that's worth~

[He really doesn't know what to do when he's getting comforted. It's been centuries since the last time somebody's done anything like that. Nero stares at the hand with some slight confusion, but he continues eating, thoughtful.]

If you get desperate I'm around.

[It's not that hard to find him.]

That's okay, that's okay~ There's a reason I made my request so public, and that was so that I didn't have to put pressure on any one person to help me.

So technically...You never have to help me again if you don't want to!

[Patting: not going as planned. Hm. Probably best to flit off soon, then, but first...Aster leans over a little, just to try and make sure that the bite mark's healing up a little already. He's seen what it looks like when it goes wrong right away, after all. As long as that red, shiny puffiness isn't present, then he can leave in clear conscience.] How're you feeling? I should probably leave you to your thoughts, but I just want to make sure you're all good to be left alone, first~

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