Faded Echoes is an AU TVD-verse that kicks off after Mid Season 3 with a whole new twist. In the small town of Mystic Falls, go beyond what TVD offers and submerge into Original Plots or Character Driven Plots. FE has more than just the normal Witches, Vampires and Werewolves, but gives you the opportunity to create Shifters or Hybrids as well.
We stray after the Homecoming episode in Season 3 of Vampire Diaries and provide players a place to take the story how THEY want to, using the TVD setting as the foundation to develop as YOU like, encouraging Original Characters OR Canons. Don't know the show? No problem. You just need the setting!
The Original Families, Vampire and Werewolves, are back in town after the Mikaelson family was released by Tatia Petrova, giving us a whole new set up then the show.
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His breathing was unwarranted but heavy as he felt the other man below him, the pleasure rolling in waves through his body as he felt the tightness around him. It had been a while since he had really enjoyed sex, and he was more than willing to reveal in it now. As a vampire, breathing wasn’t really required, but it wasn’t the same without it, or the groan that escaped his mouth as he felt his own body quiver, anticipating the release he had been craving for awhile now. It had been so long since he had been with another male, and a year or two of just women had nearly killed him. He was a sexual man, and while he technically identified as bisexual, he had always preferred men. Always preferred that jena se qua of another masculine body beneath him. Gross, nasty, immoral and disgusting were all words that he’d heard for it before, but he didn’t care, he wasn’t about to worry too much about what other people thought.
Gay sex and gay men had been around as long as the human race had been after all. It was just more and less accepted depending on the time in history and place you looked. Some places it was good, some bad and these days? Well, depended on who you talked to.
All he was missing now was the sweat to pop out onto his skin, but that wasn’t going to happen, he knew it wasn’t and so he didn’t dwell on it. There were other things that had his attention, and that mounting pleasure was one of them. As it reached his climax he snarled, his veins descending as he leaned forward and struck the man below him with his fangs, digging them into their neck and ripping backwards, ripping his throat out as he climaxed with a low and harsh snarl, the blood flowing freely into his mouth and onto the bed below him as he does. A sense of power rippled through him, this was what he needed from this. This was what he had been craving. His mouth locked on the wound, sucking back greadily, taking in the man’s life source as his own. The warmth spread throughout his limbs as he closed his eyes, shivering in a deep and immense pleasure as he felt and heart the man’s heart beat stop. He took a moment, leaning on the limp body for a second before pulling out and standing up. He wiped himself off on the man’s shirt before pulling his pants up and nodding, “ thanks for that, ” he tells the dead body before moving for his shoes.
Once his shoes were on he stole one more look at the body behind him before stepping out of the hotel room and into the hallway. Straightening his tie he headed for the elevator, thankful the halls were empty as he took out a white handkerchief and wiped his lips and neck of any stray pieces of blood. Than it was downstairs and out the door, onto the streets of Richmond as he disappeared into the crowd of people. The room had been rented under the other man’s name and Immanuel had come up later, no one would come his way and associate him with the murder. He wasn’t worried about that. As he stepped down the road he moved to hail a taxi back to his own hotel, and when one stopped he snarled as another person stepped into it, “ asshole, ” he growls, as he moves forward, reaching out and grabbing another man by the scruff of the neck as they nearly stepped into traffic, “ careful there, you’ll back up traffic more than it already is if you get hit, ” he informs them. Apparently good sex and a good feeding was what got you into a good mood.