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Merry Christmas

ONE AND ALL!

I bring good tidings and cheer... and Vampire James in a Santa hat.

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independent & private invader zim multimuse. 18+ only. written by ferris dib + gir // rules // ask // credits

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James leaned casually against the nearby lamppost, his piercing gaze fixed on Zim, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He had caught the irken off guard, which only made the interaction all the more entertaining.

“Ah, so I’ve moved up in the rank, then,” James mused with a faint chuckle. His tone was smooth, laced with amusement as he folded his arms. “A nice promotion from ‘errand drone,’ I must say. I feel quite honored. Bravo, by the way for figuring that out.”

Ignoring that look the alien was giving him, James continued undeterred, stepping closer with an air of nonchalance. He looked down at the disguised alien, noting the stiffness in his posture and the clenched fists. It seemed their little dance of mistrust had evolved—Zim wasn’t as quick to dismiss him now.

“Well, as much as I enjoy our little exchanges, I do actually have a proposition for you,” He crouched slightly, just enough to meet Zim’s eyes without towering over him entirely. “Since we both have a mutual… disdain for that obnoxious child, Dib…”

James grinned, straightening up and beginning to pace lazily. “When I was in your … headquarters.. couldn’t help but admire your… ingenuity, Zim. Your tech, your craft—it’s impressive. You see, while I’m more than capable of avoiding that meddlesome child, I do find certain aspects of this world rather inconvenient myself.” He gestured vaguely to the darkened sky. “I’m sure you can understand how a creature like myself might find that to be a problem.”

“And,” James continued smoothly, “if you were to use your brilliant tech and expertise to craft me a lightweight UV-protectant armor, I would happily fund whatever the cost in Earth money.” He leaned in slightly, his grin widening as his voice dropped. " As a bonus, I will take care of our meddlesome Dib problem as well. Allowing you to pursue your mission unfettered.. Do we have an accord? " And a slight huff. " Oh, and I suppose I promise to keep my thrall to a minimum, if that helps sway you. "

Ugh. Yet another mostly boring day at Skool filled with utterly disgusting earth children and the occasional old-man boy. At the very least he didn't have to deal with Dib constantly pestering him throughout the hours. Apparently, his sibling had beaten him up enough the day prior that his arch-enemy had to call out for the day. Heh. How funny.

The disguised irken stopped dead in his tracks when he heard that voice. Eyes glanced around to ensure no one else was nearby, thankfully all the children had rocketed themselves to the bus by now, before Zim turned around to face James. Claws clenched into fists as he glared up towards the man. Since their initial encounter Zim attempted to do as much information digging as possible, genuine information collecting, rather than letting the computer do it for him. He had too. He could never allow James to have that level of control over him again. It thankfully led him to the most logical conclusion; James was a vampire.

"That is none of your concern, vampire. As I said, when I need you then I will come find you." But it had been three weeks since then, hadn't it? Almost like Zim didn't want him anywhere nearby. Though admittedly, he also didn't want to admit that his latest invention had failed. Not because it was bad or anything! Far from it! It in fact worked perfectly fine! It's just...he failed to take into account that Gir could be easily persuaded to hand Dib a mirror so he could reflect the beam back at the invention.....blowing it up.

"You have no business showing yourself to me right now unless it's for something very important. Which I highly doubt it is." It's quite shocking the sheer tone difference on display between them now compared to the first interaction. Almost like the irken is taking the other seriously...because that's exactly what he's doing.

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Pushing Buttons

Morning: Maeve It started at a team briefing when Maeve throws the first punch, metaphorically speaking. She leans back in her chair, arms crossed, a smug smirk on her face. "Look at you, all calm and collected. Let me guess—James gave you one of his ‘talks’? Or maybe he just batted those dreamy vampire eyes and told you to play nice?" She takes a sip of her coffee, clearly enjoying herself.

Midday: Ashley Barrett Later, during a PR meeting, Ashley nervously tries to give Homelander some feedback but ends up blurting out something truly unfortunate. "So, um, the public loves that softer side of you. Really! It’s great for the brand. James must be, uh… really good for you! You know, like, keeping you grounded… and less… terrifying…"

Ashley panics, trying to backpedal. "N-no! I mean, terrifying in a good way! The, uh, inspiring kind of terrifying!"

Afternoon: The Deep The Deep, trying to be one of the "cool kids," decides it’s his turn to chime in during a break in filming for a commercial. "Are those for James? Never thought I'd see you totally whipped. Bet he’s got you picking out curtains and— uh, Did i say whipped? Y-you’re… not whipped! Totally not whipped!" swallows hard.

Evening: A Vought Board Member As if the day wasn’t bad enough for a smug Vought executive cornered Homelander in the hallway after a fundraiser, James was taking care of some red tape in the filming contract. "Homelander, it’s so nice to see you happy. Though I gotta say it really is a shame Mr. Norrington stepped down. Honestly, we were worried you might snap before he came along. Hahaha" alluding to the idea that James has him on leash. The man chuckles, completely oblivious. Daring to pat pat the blonde on the shoulder "You’re almost… approachable now. It’s a good look for you, Jack!" Jack.. John.. something like that.

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"Take me shopping? I know we barely know each other and all, but i feel like we share a special bond and such,"

"You want me.. to spend my money.. on you? I knew you were mad but that's utterly preposterous, have seem to have me confused with with one of those new fangled automated teller machines." The Brit quirked a brow. " what makes you think I will comply with your demand?" challenge and dare thats what he does.

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"Once i dressed up as a sexy maid and killed a man. Can't tell ya' the name, hunny! But it was one of the best days of my life, y'see?"

Cue the vampire's vivid green eyes raking over the Joker's figure. " I wonder how you'd do in a corset. " Shaking his head. " The devil am I saying?"

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James blinked, disoriented by the sudden shift in his surroundings. The shadows swirled around him, thick and oppressive, like ink bleeding into the very air. For a moment, he lost his footing as the world seemed to stretch and warp, and then—snap—the feeling vanished as suddenly as it had come, and he found himself standing in a completely different place.

The office, cloaked in an air of ancient foreboding, was a stark contrast to the chaos he had just escaped. Shadows flickered and twisted in the corners of his vision, the faint scent of mold and time itself clinging to the air like a ghost. He steadied himself, his boots creaking against the wooden floor, and for a moment, he simply observed—taking in the books, the furniture, the oppressive atmosphere.

He exhaled slowly, then turned his attention to Zestial, who moved with a predatory grace, trailing clawed fingers across the surface of an ornate desk. James couldn’t help but be struck by the being’s deliberate cadence, the ancient lilt of his words. This was no petty demon, but something far older, a creature who had witnessed the rise and fall of countless souls.

As Zestial slid the contract toward him, James hesitated, watching the swirling smoke that bore the paper. His breath caught as he read the finely inked words. The language, though archaic, was clear enough.

He was no stranger to impossible bargains. He had faced such decisions before, and his refusal to bow to Davy Jones had led him here. Was that defiance worth the price he had paid? Perhaps not.

You’ve made mistakes before, James, he thought bitterly. Look where refusing to serve got you—cursed, dead, and damned. His jaw tightened as he recalled his fateful decision to defy Davy Jones. Foolish pride. Look where it had led him

He thought of the world he had left behind, the isolation and torment that had marked his final days. The faces of those who had betrayed or abandoned him flashed in his mind, a grim reminder of what he had already endured. Alone, he had been nothing.

James straightened, a calm but defiant resolve settling over him. He met Zestial’s gaze, his voice steady, if quiet.

“‘Better mad with the rest of the world than sane alone,’” he quoted, his lips curling in a faint smile, though it didn’t reach his eyes. “I’ve made the mistake of refusing service before, and it cost me everything. I won’t make that mistake again.”

With a deliberate movement, James picked up the quill and dipped it in ink. His signature flowed across the parchment in bold, practiced strokes. As he set the quill down, he exhaled once more turning back to Zestial, James nodded. “I will serve.”

  HUNGRY IS THE WRETCHED creature which senses something's caught in his web at last ( it wriggles, and desperately so! ), its stress apparent and most delectable to behold or feel. A mouth almost waters, for the poor thing entagled in its strands feels large and full of sustenance to provide —- with every tug and every pull 'pon sickly surface it only serves to further TRAP itself, and o, how delightful! ( lo, there it is! ) Now, don't bite, for your fate is already made.

  A thing in his chest clicks! Steady & THREATENING, accepting: showing his approval for what meal was readily offered, with smug satisfaction. “Truly? Mayhap you can,” purrs a ghastly voice. “If not now, then at a later date, ay? Seeks't thee protection from that which lurks? Comforts, in this new life? Then t'might be wise to ally yourself with those who can accomplish more in thine stead.”

 Shadows pool at the other's feet, growing around him in size & ultimately RISING from the ground until it's all but consumed him whole in one bite ( thick and liquid! akin to ink & sand in its texture all the same ) —- and has it a life of its own?

  One moment later is it they do DISSIPATE entirely from existence, and should he eye his surroundings he'd suddenly find himself in an office ( wooden furniture and shelves, stacked with books of different ages... ), a scent reminiscent of mold and something ancient is strong in the air. There's the hollow SOUND of wind, but no sensation accompanies it ( it's quite an old, sorrowful sound that begs ).

  A step, then another, making the floor CREAK sharply with every movement; Zestial is making his way 'round a large desk, long, clawed digits slowly trailing along its topmost surface ( an expensive thing! ). “'Tis in this world, that which is most precious to one be not any material possessions. Furthermore, should you indeed desire to find refuge in my territory and put your previous experience to proper use, thine offer must be WORTH... my... time.” With that, a piece of paper gallantly emerges from a swirl of vibrant smoke ( swirling, & coloured alike his eyes ), & then is it gently slid from one side of the flat surface toward the newcomer.

  “Should t'be of interest indeed, DO take time reading it. Be meticulous —- thou may e'en inquire for more details as well. Redemption is a concept non-existent, and all we doth have in this one doom'd afterlife is ourselves alone and our wish to persist. Heaven and its Lord have turned their back on thee, will you do the same for yourself as well?”

  Would you dare sign it?

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James’s sharp gaze locked onto Alastor as the Radio Demon began to rise, sluggish and jerking unnaturally. At first, the poodle demon’s ears twitched in relief—Alastor was moving—but that relief soured instantly as the movements registered in full. The disjointed steps, the eerie green glow in his eyes, the faint hiss of unnatural energy rippling off him like static—it was all wrong.

A deep growl rumbled through James, instinctive and unrelenting, a primal warning that filled the room. His lips curled slightly, flashing sharp fangs. "Our relations are of none of your concern" he snarled under his breath, his stance lowering defensively.

Just because they didn’t always see eye to eye didn’t mean he’d stand by and let her harm Alastor. No. His conscience wouldn’t allow it. The Radio Demon was family—part of the strange, chaotic patchwork that made up the hotel. And James had made a promise, to the princess and to himself. He would protect them. All of them.

James’s green eyes glowed brighter, a flare of determination and anger sparking through him. At his silent command, several more shadow dogs emerged from the darkness, their glowing green eyes mirroring his own as they flanked him like soldiers awaiting orders. Their silent presence filled the room with an oppressive tension.

“Deal? I think not” James demanded, his voice low and edged with venom. He didn’t trust her—not for a second—but he needed to know her game. Then shook his head.

With his shadow dogs at his side, James stepped forward, unfazed by her continued taunts. “I don’t play by your rules,” voice low and dangerous. “So whatever deal you’re offering, save it. I won’t bite. And I’m not leaving until I get him back, unscathed and free from your control, mark my words.”

A glow of resolve flashed in his eyes as he glanced toward the still-moving Alastor, now under Ogoun’s twisted influence. “You may have him under your power now, but I’ll break it. Whatever it takes.”

He never looked at his dogs as he pointed forward " Fetch the Radio Demon! On the double!"

Her laughter echoed through the house, growing darker and more sinister with every rasping reverberation through the stone. This man wanted to mock her? No, he wanted her to release the Radio Demon. Just the very thought was enough to make her cackle with a malicious glee.

“You be wantin’ his release?” She hissed, her own grin plain in her voice. “What he mean to you then? A friend? No.. he don’t be makin’ those.” Another sinister chuckle in the darkness. No, she knew Alastor wasn’t one to make genuine friends. He was a liar and a manipulator, a trickster and a mischief maker, but above all, he was heartless. She knew that one firsthand..

“How ‘bout I be makin’ an offer to you, then, if you be wantin’ him back so badly..” Hissing, crackling ripples of shadows ran along the floor, before melting into nothing as it was absorbed into one of the dolls still lingering on Alastor’s shoulder, and the doll dropped to the floor, blackened like it had been coated in soot. For a moment, it seemed that nothing would happen, but as the doll began to twitch and move, so too did Alastor.

Slowly, he rose to his feet, but something wasn’t right in his movements. He was sluggish, slow.. His movements jerking almost unnaturally here and there as he shuffled forward, his own eyes gleaming faintly with a sickly green light.

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As he exhaled and tried to regain his bearings, he understood so much now. Understood what it felt like to have some one to share a release with. To let go and let the armor fall. To give yourself to. To submit to someone willingly and feel safe doing so. To belong to. And truly, this body-- and both personalities inhabiting it-- belonged mind-heart-body-and soul to Homelander. To both sides of him as well. Each completing the other. Each giving the other what it wanted, craved and needed.

Definitely what it needed.

The Commodore gave a sassy little chuckle, adding a smug little "Considering the fact I've never been bred by anyone at all, I'd say that is a fair assumption. " His voice soft, docile tones. Running cool digits along the back of the blonde's hands that felt over the roundness he'd caused in the vampire's normally toned abdomen.

However, it seemed that he displeased the demon with his statement. Though it was just that he didn't think himself as half of a whole but a shield or shell for the other side of himself. Yet, that was not what the demon believed, clearly, as he rocked against him lightly-- playfully even, causing a strange squishing from within that he didn't entirely mind-- he uttered claiming words that he was just as welcome and just as owned as Jamie was.

And then he said something that truly caused the normally strongest personality to pause, to grow slightly misty eyed. I hope this wasn’t a one time thing, dear Commodore. I’d hate for you to purposefully miss out when you deserve it just as much as James does. No one had ever told him he ..deserved.. anything. And this alone was what broke the stubborn streak and won the demon future chances of repeat evenings like tonight if there was any doubt before.

"I--" he began, and felt words were not proper to convey how he was feetling. He twisted slightly so that he reach back and pull that blonde head, by the hair, over. Kissing him-- the Commodore kissed with centuries of 'never good enough, work harder' in the forefront of his mind, letting the Demon see for just a moment what he had thought of his own worth.

Only when the kiss had broken, did he utter softly to the demon "No one has… ever uttered those words to me before. Please.. again.. just-- just once more.. " Tell him he deserves him.

The beast was satisfied and content, calmer and far more relaxed than before. All that pent up need, desire, and duty to claim had been released, and he could now simply enjoy the closeness of his lover. He’d well and truly proven his point, and James’ also. He’d given the Commodore his all, leaving it for the man to decide for himself whether it was an experience worse repeating.

That strong hold never wavered, but rather the blonde kept Commodore close, protecting what was his, all the while nuzzling and doting light affection. The demon was far more gentle, content and happy wrapped around his vampire while he allowed his mate to truly enjoy the come down of his high, and properly process what had just happened. The demon shifted his hand and began to lick it clean, humming from his lover’s taste. It seemed the Commodore had indeed made quite the mess and truly embraced this newfound side of himself.

Mirrorlander chuckled softly at the words of compliment, now clean hand shifting back down to graze over his lover’s bloated belly. “I should think so. For as unique of a life as you’ve had, you’ve never been bred by a God before now.” His words were light and playful as he continued to nuzzle, every action careful, doting. As if scared the vampire would break. Ironic considering what he’d just endured. “I hope now you understand that James was never misleading you nor narrow minded. I take pleasure very seriously, and I intend on James…or even yourself, to go to sleep each night full, satisfied and happy.” He vowed, pressing gentle kisses to jaw and cheek.

Mirrorlander honestly couldn’t ask for more. While Commodore hadn’t lasted as long as James, that didn’t mean his orgasm hadn’t been any less intense. Quite the contrary when claiming Commodore as his for the first time. It was a big moment for the hybrid and one he wouldn’t forget any time soon. Yet it also brought him a sense of comfort, knowing once and for all that James in his entirety had been marked and claimed. His possessiveness wouldn’t allow it to be otherwise. He couldn’t and wouldn’t lose James nor Commodore. Especially now.

Mirrorlander’s brows furrowed at Commodore’s words, not understanding his lover’s view. “As are you.” He said simply. Factly. “While I’d never stop you and James fighting over me, there’s really no need. I have endless means in which to take care of you both. I would never force it on you, nor judge. But just know that I’m here should you ever need this release again. And there’s no shame in it. The shame is in those that look down on us who simply want to enjoy pleasure and closeness. Those that look down on such things are merely jealous that they haven’t experienced it for themselves.” Mirrorlander hoped his words would sink in and bring peace to the Commodore. It was something that took a while for James to truly accept, yet the moment he did, Mirrorlander could’ve sworn he hadn’t seen the vampire happier.

The demon slowly and teasingly rocked his hips, very gently. Almost in a soothing rhythm as he snuggled in and buried his features against his lover’s neck. ��I hope this wasn’t a one time thing, dear Commodore. I’d hate for you to purposefully miss out when you deserve it just as much as James does.” The demon was genuine. There was no teasing or taunting, that side of him calmed for the moment. But this was his attempt at caring, at loving. At being more human than beast and showing that he was capable of such a thing. While the two would most likely always spat with one another, when all was said and done Mirrorlander wouldn’t let any harm come to his mate. Just like John, he wasn’t good with expressing his feelings or emotions and relied on his actions. Though, at least that was something he and Commodore had in common.

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BREAKING Gotham City News Broadcast:

"A string of mysterious deaths has gripped Gotham, with authorities still unable to link the victims beyond their criminal ties. The most recent casualties include members of several prominent mafia families, all found in brutal, unexplained circumstances. Sources report that the victims were well-known criminals, often seen in the city's darkest corners, but what ties them together remains unclear. Could this be the work of a new vigilante? Or has the Batman turned murderer? Only one thing is clear at this point; Gotham’s streets are on edge, and authorities are scrambling for answers..."

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James didn’t care about the press. They called him a vigilante, but he was far beyond their comprehension. Gotham’s criminals, the ones who thought they could run rampant in the shadows, were merely fuel for his hunger. His next victim would be no different.

From the corner of his eye, he noticed a figure darting out of the electronics shop. A man, ragged and desperate, clutching a flat-screen TV under his arm. His eyes darted nervously, scanning the street as though he could still slip away unnoticed. James’ lips curled into a predatory smile. The man’s luck had just run out.

He moved swiftly, his preternatural speed almost a blur as he crossed the distance between them in seconds. Before the man could register what was happening, James had grabbed him by the throat, yanking him off balance. The TV fell from his hands with a crash, its screen shattering on the sidewalk.

“ And just where do you think you’re going, whelp?” James mused, British tones someone like Alfred might recognize the accent's origin. Low, almost amused as he tightened his grip. The crook tried to pull away, but it was no use. James’s strength was too much for him.

“Let go'ame , man!” the man yelled, struggling and pulling at James’s arm, but James merely dragged him backward, pulling him into the narrow alley beside the store. The man’s fear was palpable, the scent of panic filling the air and the racing thrum of the human's heartbeat like Pavlov's bell, to him, driving that hunger to a fevered pitch. The would-be-thief glanced back toward the street, hoping for a glimpse of someone who might help. But there was no one.

James pushed him roughly against the brick wall, far too vibrant green eyes glowing with hunger. "Scourge like you have been taking from Gothamites for far too long, stealing from those who can’t afford to lose a bloody thing. Now it’s time to pay for your crimes." he cooed, his voice a whisper of death.

The man whimpered, trying to squirm free, "Please... no, no, don't hurt me!" the crook begged, his voice high-pitched with terror. but James was already leaning in. The sharp scent of his blood filled the air, irresistible. He sank his fangs into the crook's neck with brutal precision. The man let out a strangled scream, but it was quickly muffled. His body went rigid, the fight leaving him as the life drained away.

The only time a vampire was vulnerable was when he was distracted—lost in the rush of feeding, or when he slept, hidden away in his coffin. During those moments, his senses dulled, his guard lowered, and even the slightest interruption could be fatal. But for now, as he stood over the his prey, savoring his meal, he didn’t think about the risks. There was no one here to stop him, and the night was still his.

The crook’s heartbeat slowed..

@bruz3r

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The Commodore could not dwell long on the concept of bloat. Wanting nothing more than sass back that he had more control over their body than Jamie had, when in reality it was much more the other way around, as proven as the Commodore found himself pinned and unable to avert his gaze as exploded upon himself. Leaving the evidence of his orgasm stuck to the hair upon his otherwise pale chest.

And such a sweet melody of completion he sang for the demon who'd bested him in the best and worst way. Best in that it had felt incredible and worst in that he'd shown impropritery and proved he was no better than the street walkers and tarts that propositioned the young gentlemen on their return to shore. That even he, the stoic and steadfast Commodore had needs and could feel the addictiive temptation of pleasure.

He'd not actually realized he'd ASKED to cum, because he certainly didn't wait for that mental permission he'd near pleaded for. Not from the moment his eyes had rolled back and his toes had curled. He couldn't even think to sass back mentally as Mirrorlander teased him telepathically through their link.

But just as he'd managed to begin his 'descent' from his near mind numbing crescendo, he felt the demons hips slam into him a final time. Tense and shudder, keeping cock buried deep so he could finally spill as well.

The Commodore couldnt see those glowing eyes at the moment, but he sure felt what the other was referring to as it happened. Perhaps on just the sheer depth alone -- how DEEP the demon was buried.. the Commodore felt himself filled. Stuffed until that slender belly produded with a roundness. Taking every drop and it was kept in place with Mirrorlander's cock as an effective plug.

And now feeling sluggish, and heavy , he was vaguely aware of the hot weight of Mirrorlander covering him, as he laid his claim over his thoroughly fucked , and 'defeated' form. The calming purr of his mate lulling him into a serene, and contented state, despite the ( or hell even because of the ) bloat. This body knew what to do, what it wanted and enjoyed… the Commodore murmured , sounding the most docile he's ever sound in his long existance. " That was.. truly… unlike.. anything I've ..ever experienced before… bravo… sir.. mmm brav-o. "

What this Commodore.. are you purring too? It was one of the rare occasions that the Commodore hadn't words to properly capture the extent of how he felt right now. Just how fulfilled and satisfied her was. How incredible the demon had been as a lover. And truthfully, if he did admit all that he would have to admit this wouldn't be the only time he'd want command of the vessel to engage the demon.

"Jamie is.. rather.. fortunate... after all. " Speaking as if he was merely intruding on what belonged to his other side as he nestled back against that strong victorious form Fighting to remain as alert as the demon was. But he was the demons as much as Jamie was. Even though the demon had just spoken his claim he felt he was muscling in on that far more sexual side of himself and enjoying what wasn't rightfully his. In a way he was even more broken than John just from how long he'd held back.

The sounds coming from James’ office were of pure filth and sin, though not that much different than the sounds usually heard when the two were at it. Course, James was more vocal, the poor Vought staff never escaping it even several floors down. But for a first time with the Commodore, the blonde was rather satisfied and proud of himself for the reactions he tore from the prim and proper gent.

This was an eye opening experience for them both. Commodore discovering just what pleasure and bliss was exactly, and the demon having to use all tricks in the book to impress. To leave a lasting impression. He felt he’d done that, and then some. Proving his worth, that his reputation had merit. That James wasn’t obsessed over nothing and had every right to be crying out and moaning like a common whore. For as cruel and evil as Mirrorlander may be, he always ensured his brat was satisfied. Full, fucked out, and content. What more could a vampire want in life?

The Supe knew the signs of this body, regardless of which side was in the drivers seat. He could tell that Commodore was close, that he wouldn’t last quite as long as James did. However, there was no disappointment. If anything, Mirrorlander was rather impressed Commodore even lasted this long, what with the brutal assault he was taking. There was no mercy, no holding back. No breaks. Just an onslaught of power and pleasure. For a first timer, all in all the gent did rather well. Course, there was always room and plenty of time for practice, should Commodore ever feel the need again…

The demon growled, mouth full and jaw locked on shoulder as his hips snapped back and forth, full and deep. He was every much beast at this point, more so than man. Hand around throat eased as arm wrapped protectively and possessively around Commodore’s torso, keeping that cage like grip against godlike body, yet also providing support. If Com was anything like James, he’d either collapse or go limp upon cumming. Mirrorlander was prepared while also keeping his lover trapped. A dark chuckle vibrated through his chest as nails dug into cool flesh like claws. /It’ll pass…eventually. This body is just too greedy for me, hungry for everything I have to give and not wanting anything going to waste. Though, I’m sure you’ll understand. Perhaps not now, but one day. That day when you find yourself on your knees before me begging for another round with my cock./ The demon taunted internally, voice dripping with confidence. No matter what Commodore said, both of them knew that the god had won. And always would.

As he felt Commodore shudder and tremble in his grip, felt him clench, Mirrorlander already knew before a word was uttered. Hand quickened its pace, pumping that cock in encouragement as hips followed. Each snap sudden and short, attacking that sweet spot only he could reach. /Are you seeking permission? From me?! Ha! Ohhh, now that is simply delicious./ The demon chuckled, the moment doing wonders for his already incredibly large and proud ego. /You and James are not so different at all…mmm. Cum then. Cum for me leech, and remember who gave you this pleasure. Who made you feel this good and fucked the gentleman out of you. And don’t you dare look away./

The order was growled internally as the demon continued his assault, hand angling Commodore’s cock so as to direct most of the mess on the vampire’s own chest. He felt it would be appropriate to christen Commodore with himself. Though, the chase of bringing him to orgasm only fuelled the demon’s own pleasure as thrusts became more needy, more desperate as muffled grunts and huffs escaped the god. Brows furrowed as the sensations began to overwhelm even him, his need to breed taking over as eyes glowed red and that hold became truly vice-like, keeping Commodore pinned.

Commodore would be first to let go, however. The demon holding back just enough to allow the vampire a moment to himself, to embrace that euphoric feeling. And then Mirrorlander released that shoulder and tipped his head back as he groaned loudly, his body trembling. He let go, let Commodore take it all as he erupted a thick white flood, while buried to the hilt inside his lover. Red eyes glowed vibrant as the beast came with a growl, hips slowly rocking to ensure every single drop was taken. He didn’t care for the mess done to his hand, it was all part of their filthy affair. He embraced it all with no shame. When he was finally done, Mirrorlander shuddered as he eased his head forward to nuzzle against the vampire. “Mm. Now you’re mine. All mine. Forever.” He hummed, a proud smirk on his face.

Slowly, he guided the pair of them down, Mirrorlander spooning Commodore while keeping him plugged up. His demeanour suddenly changed, showing a more softer and caring side as arms kept their possessive hold, however carried a more protective air. “So, what’s the verdict then?” He asked and resumed nuzzling. It wasn’t long before chest began to rumble with purrs of contentment after ‘breeding’ his mate.

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Better Prepared

Three weeks had passed since James’s encounter with Zim. The vampire had been busy.

However, it wasn’t all leisure. The pestering child named Dib had been a persistent nuisance. Every few days, the young boy, who seemed to have an uncanny ability to track down his every move, had tried his best to challenge James. Dib was persistent, no doubt, but also reckless in his pursuit. The child seemed to believe James was just another alien or supernatural oddity to be uncovered and exposed. In fact, James had spent more than a few occasions ducking into alleyways or scaling buildings to avoid the little nuisance, whose obsession with proving the existence of the paranormal made him particularly dangerous when it came to dealing with beings like James.

Only the little alien understood what he was going through. Ah yes, Zim. His thoughts occasionally wandered back to the little alien—especially after the oddity of their first meeting—he hadn't expected to run into him again anytime soon.

The evening air had a chill to it, a brisk reminder of the impending holidays. Flurries of snow beginning to fall. And with Winter, it was already dark, the early evening settling in faster than usual, as James casually made his way through the streets. The festive lights hung on houses, their glow reflecting off the snow that had begun to dust the sidewalks, a reminder of the human world's seasonal cheer. He hadn't been in the mood for holiday festivities—too many distractions, too many annoyances. He'd much rather find something to occupy his time in more… satisfying ways.

That's when he saw him.

Zim, unmistakable even in the dim light, trudging out of Skool with his usual paranoid, self-important manner. James couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips

"Well, well," James called out, smooth and teasing as he stepped forward, his sharp green eyes gleaming in the shadows. "Look who’s been a very naughty little alien." He paused, his grin widening at the thought. "I’m sure Santa's got a special spot on his list just for you. So, tell me, little one, have you finally managed to rid us of Dib yet? Or are you still working on your… evil plans?"

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The unsuspecting, unaware man on his phone barely glanced up as Dib's voice rang out, piercing the relative quiet of the enclave. His brows furrowed in mild annoyance at being addressed. He pulled an earbud free, pausing mid-scroll.

“What? Vampire ? Pssh naw” the man snorted, "Kid, You’re CRaAazy. The only place I’m running is to take a squirt.” The dude scoffed and waved Dib off dismissively, turning to push the bathroom door open.

James, still facing away from the boy, let out an exasperated sigh, the kind reserved for dealing with particularly obstinate individuals. Slowly, deliberately, he turned on his heel. His movements were calm, calculated, almost too graceful.

Sliding his sunglasses up to rest upon his head, he revealed eyes of a brilliant, unnatural green that slightly glowed in the dim light. He arched a single brow.

“A vampire, am I?” sassed the very pale man with the too vivid green yes. Speaking with an edge of mockery. “My, what an active imagination you have. Tell me, do you always confront strangers in such a… colorful manner, or am I just the lucky one today?” Choosing not to touch on the fact that he was following the man to feed on him. Sparing the child the gruesomeness of what he was.

James took a step forward, his hands clasped casually behind his back, the picture of nonchalance. “You accuse me of ‘hunting,’ yet it seems you’ve been following me just as closely. Rather ironic, don’t you think? Perhaps you're a vampire hunting me.” He grinned, enough to let a fang show.

His sharp gaze swept over the boy—his trench coat, the camera peeking from within, the handcuffs barely concealed. James chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Tell me, young man, what is it you think you’re going to do? Save the day? Prove to the world that monsters exist? ” He's trying to catch the amber gaze. Planning to hypnotize the youth into forgetting about him.

James tilted his head slightly, his smirk deepening. “Or ...perhaps you simply enjoy playing the hero.”

☆ — fortunately for the paranormal-crazed boy his would-be capture didn't stray too far from his field of view, rendering him easy to catch up with. despite this dib remained cautious, doing his best to keep a careful distance from the man-- but, clearly, despite his ignorance to it, he was being perceived.

he was turning towards the bathrooms! excellent! there were less people in that area, which would make it easier for him to corner the man. the boy tepidly clung against the wall, breath unknowingly hitched in his throat, as he carefully-- quietly-- reached the corner, back pressed against the wall. as dib went to peer around the corner he patted down the inside of his trench coat to see what equipment he had on him currently; he had his digital camera as always, but would a vampire even show up on a photo? probably not. he had his handcuffs too, but that was it. besides, if he staked the guy wouldn't he, like, disintegrate into dust or something? the boy needed him alive for exposing.

the scythe-haired boys amber eyes widened behind his lenses as he was addressed. ack! he had been noticed! the youth furrowed his brows and pursed his lips, momentarily hesitating as he decided between either confronting the man or running-- but who was he to run?

already in way over his head, the boy left the safety of the wall and exposed himself-- or, rather, he would've exposed himself if the man were actually facing him. instead dib sent a piercing glare towards the mans back, remaining around ten feet away.

" Yeah? Well-- uhh... " think think think, " you-- you were doing the same thing, vampire! I bet you were going to feed on that guy over there, huh?! " the raven-haired youth accused, pointing an accusatory finger at the unsuspecting prey. " HEY, YOU! " dib began, averting his gaze to the would-be victim, " This guys a vampire! He's got no reflection! And he's wearing sunglasses-- indoors! " the preteen shouted, as always oblivious to how crazy he likely sounded to someone without opened eyes ( unlike himself. )

" And I'm, like, ninety percent sure he was hunting you! So, like, run, maybe?! "

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//I realize I only got one post out, but work drains me mentally x.x I'll try again tomorrow

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The Commodore was indeed stubborn. But even that only willed him so far.

The onslaught of those hips, and the coo in his ear… unlike anything he'd experienced before. He was utterly and hopelessly pinned against the blonde god. The only other sounds he could detect in the room a aside from that was the slick slap of skin against skin. And their grunts and groans and growls.

Yet it was the soundtrack, the melody of their furious affair. The Commodore who did not bend at knee for anyone save his king was singing the praises of his new deity. Nothing and no one had even given him what he truly needed. It was difficult to be so rigid and unyielding for so many centuries . Even the Commodore craved the sins of the flesh. Neither side could deny their baser instincts as first human, than vampire. And the Commodore showed just how well he takes orders by spreading those thighs wider, hiking hips up to meet and give more of himself , angled just so he swore he was going to shatter apart. That he melted and moaned and shuddered and trembled. The thumb toying just right with his captive cock causing eyes to roll back if the perfectly angle thrust hadn't.

So lost in the pleasure he was bestowed with , he nearly missed that little tidbit of information about.. "D-did you sAAy b-bloat?" he managed out, he pants. "H-he .. most certainly.. didnot.. " yet he still didn't tell him to stop. He was long past being able to stop. He wanted this too much, needed this too much. He could feel the demon so deep, as if trying to reshape him all overagain. Each time Mirrorlander hilted inside of him , the Commodore forgot how to make coherant sounds.

Even if the Commodore thought he was doing good holding on. This body did know what it was doing and he thought he had the stamina. Even if the protector- the shell was on the receiving end for once instead of letting his softer side enjoy this. … At least until fangs sank down into his shoulder and his body arched. Flooded by Euphoria from all angles the Commodore didn't stand a chance. Once more eyes rolled back and lashes fluttered shut.

A.-aah.. I'm .. I can't.. it's .. it's too much " He was warning him that he's going to cum but those words were not going to come from his mouth. He was a proper man and it wasn't something uttered in his circle. " s-Sir" overwhelming , he couldn't hold back and he was going to make a mess all over that hand. Unlike James he didn't and couldn't hold back. Even attempting to look away in shame that he had not the stamina Jamie had with Homelander . ( Though he didnt black out ..yet )

The demon was in his element, not having to hold back nor pretend. But allowing the vampire to see him for who he really was. A beast full of sin. With no qualms when it came to desire and need. He would simply take and consume until he’d had his fill. Commodore wanted the full experience, he asked for it. And that’s exactly what he was going to get.

Commodore was a lot less vocal than James, that was true. Yet those moans and groans were oh so telling. Mirrorlander appreciated the stubbornness, course it would only make him work all the harder. It was a good thing the leech could handle this much raw power, because there would be no break or easing up any time soon. This new position gave the demon all the leverage he needed, Commodore pinned against him and helpless as the sounds of skin against skin echoed within the room, mixing with his own grunts and low growls of pleasure.

The demon chuckled darkly at the words of praise, sharp teeth grazing against jaw. “Mmh…that’s the spirit. Good boy. You don’t…need to care about anything…mmnh, except for how good my cock feels and just how…well I’m wrecking you.” He huffed, keeping that hand firmly around the vampire’s throat while the other continued to stroke, thumb circling over weeping head as each thrust pushed deeper and deeper, determined to fill and fuck the Commodore to the brim. He wanted this body to feel him for days after, that even when all was said and done, it would still feel him, crave him, and want more.

“Spread those thighs for me a little, sweetheart. There we go.” The blonde instructed, the only support that Commodore would get in order to keep his balance. Though, not that he really needed to. He wasn’t going anywhere, not with the possessive grip around him, large body wrapped around the more lean frame. The beast growled as he huffed warm breath against cool skin, every snap of hips just as brutal and powerful as the last. “Your stubbornness is adorable…but I already know you can’t get enough of my cock rearranging your insides, reminding this body of who….mmngh! Haaah…who it belongs to. Just you wait till you’re flooding, drowning in me. Full…warm…fucked out. You’ll be craving that feeling again…and again.” The blonde nipped at jaw, very much treating the vampire like his prey, playing with and messing with before going in for the kill. He wasn’t ashamed nor embarrassed, wanting Commodore to see everything. To understand why his other half was so needy, yet also the most content and satisfied he’d ever been.

“Mmhh…did James ever warn you about the bloating?” The demon purred as he nipped at earlobe. “While it’s impossible…mmh…to breed you…you’ll certainly look like it by the time I’m done. A…consequence or bonus…depending on how you look at it, for being fucked by a God. A…sweet reminder of my claim.” He chuckled darkly, grazing lips and fangs across shoulder as he let that little fact sink in. Oh, yes. The Supe was just full of surprises that the Commodore was only now discovering. James of course had plenty of experience, however with Commodore he may get more than what he bargained for. “Mmh…one thing I will admit: I’m just as addicted to James as he is me. Having spent…so long…mmh…holding back, it feels…so freeing to finally let go. He is the perfect little toy to take all of my frustrations. And soon…so shall you.”

It was no threat, no challenge. Just a simple fact. If Commodore wanted him to stop, he’d have said so by now. Yet the way his body sang, the way his rare moans added to the intoxicating and brutal melody of their fucking, the demon was confident in that statement. He could see both sides of the vampire arguing over whose turn it was to have him, something he was actually looking forward to. He’d never had his stamina so tested before. But he was well and truly up for that sort of challenge, ensuring James in his entirety was pleasured, satisfied and thoroughly claimed. Course, his main focus and priority was overloading the Commodore with pleasure and bliss unlike anything he’d ever felt before. Each deep thrust struck true as hand pumped away at that cock, every so often giving a gentle squeeze. The only thing missing was that euphoric rush that came with a bite.

And so, once more lips parted and jaw opened as Mirrorlander bit down on Commodore’s shoulder, fangs burying deep. It wasn’t his intention to drink, even as blood filled his mouth. No, he wanted them to be one, to be joined in every sense of the term. To consume the vampire entirely, leaving his mark everywhere. From outside, from within, right down to the very fibres of Commodore’s being. He was relentless, hips snapping with their intention to breed, the demon less talkative as he focused and paid close attention to his mate, to his body language, to those moans. He wanted this to be perfect and to leave a lasting impression. To help the Commodore understand what all the fuss was about. That the Supe well and truly lived up to his reputation.

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//Ooof been working all week and still have one day tomorrow to work but imma do some drafts after dinner >)

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James stood there for a moment, perfectly composed save for the faintest flicker of irritation in his eyes. He didn’t need enhanced senses to detect Robert’s delight in being insufferable—it was practically radiating off him like cheap cologne.

“Impressive,” James said dryly, folding his arms as he leaned against the edge of the table. “Not only have you mastered nursery rhymes, but you’ve also managed to weaponize them. Truly, Mr. Knight, your talents are boundless. Though I must admit, it’s fascinating to see you prepare for an interview as though it’s an audition for a toothpaste commercial.”

James exhaled sharply, a sound too controlled to be a sigh but close enough to convey his dwindling patience. “Right. Let’s move past the pleasantries and focus on we're here,” he said, brushing off an invisible speck from his sleeve before turning his gaze back to Tek.

“Our new line of pharmaceuticals,” he began, his tone cool and deliberate, “represents a culmination of years of research and development. Cutting-edge treatments for chronic conditions, affordable access for underserved communities, and yes—substantial profit margins.” His lips curved into a faint, practiced smile. “A trifecta, wouldn’t you agree?”

He didn’t wait for a response before continuing. “But I imagine you’re less interested in the science or the altruistic pitch. No, you’re here to dig for something else—some angle you think will make me squirm under your spotlight. Let me save you the trouble, Mr. Knight. I don’t squirm.” James tilted his head slightly, the faintest glint of amusement in his otherwise guarded expression. “Ask your questions. Let’s see how sharp that journalistic wit of yours really is.”

The conference room was all glass and steel, meticulously designed to intimidate. It worked well enough, though James found the effect tiresome.

He adjusted his cufflinks, their deep crimson stones catching the overhead light. A touch of indulgence, perhaps, but one he allowed himself since they were a present from his Homelander. Smoothing an errant strand of hair back into place. He wouldn’t give Tek Knight the satisfaction of appearing unkempt.

“Mr. Knight,” James began, his voice smooth calm, though lacking a heartbeat. He'd spoken as though he were greeting an old friend instead of interviewing a volatile wildcard. Standing and extending a (Corpse cold) hand to be polite. “I appreciate your punctuality. Shall we begin?” ( for Tek )

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Robert wasn't sure about this interview at first, thinking that maybe he schedule it for another day so he could spend more time at a social gathering he just left, but once he found out who was going to join him it made him feel excited enough to pull out his best suit and shoes. He knew that James didn't like him, but that never bothered him in fact it gave him an open window to see how far he could push the other man and find out his weak spots.

He had decided to show up earlier than usual for once, but it was mostly just to show James that he could be as professional as he was and as well dressed. Robert had been sitting in his assigned chair for the interview, casually swiping through his phone while they did touch up on his hair when he heard James call him. He had waved off the person that was doing his hair and stood up, placing his phone in his pocket and he reached out to shake the hand back. Robert smiled at James and nodded at him. "James. It's nice to see you again after some time apart." He liked to tease. "Of course. You know I wouldn't miss seeing an old friend again for anything." Robert was pushing it and he knew it. "Yep. Let's get this thing started. I have a meeting after this. CEO stuff. You get it."