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Title: [Untitled fantasy smut project]

Genre: Fantasy, Smut

Chapter: 4

Chapter Rating: NSFW 18+

Series Summary: Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

A/N: New Chapter!!! What's this? Plot? In my PWP?! Stay tuned~

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Hello~

Decided to post this to Ao3 bc it’s easier for people to read over there. I’ll keep the 3 chapters I’ve posted on here still available but will be posting new ones over there and share the link here with every new release. Hope you‘ll enjoy following this story as I write it!

Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Original Work Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Lawrence Viscara/Syrath Characters: Lawrence Viscara, Syrath, Eleanor Viscara Additional Tags: Mentions of alcohol, Explicit Sexual Content, Bisexual Male Character, Gay Male Character, Masturbation, Smut, Eventual Fluff, Oral Sex, Foreplay, Orgasm Edging, Sexual Tension, Sexual Content, Resolved Sexual Tension, Sexual Humor, Innuendo, Not Beta Read, mlm, m/m - Freeform, Original Character(s), Original Fiction, Original Universe, Vampires, Vampire Bites, Vampire Sex, incubus, Forced Proximity, Roommates, Urban Fantasy, 18+, Original smut, OC smut, original character smut Series: Part 1 of Lawrence x Syrath Summary:

Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

Title: [Untitled fantasy smut project]

Genre: Fantasy, Smut

Chapter: 2

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Chapter Rating: NSFW

Series Summary: Lawrence Viscara, an aristocrat vampire from a famous noble family, is afflicted with a hex that causes him to go into heat. To help him recover and keep him from embarrassing the Viscara name he sent away from prying eyes to live with Syrath, a high class Incubus escort, who is hired to tend to his needs.

Chapter Content Warnings: Sexual Themes, Sexual Innuendo, Non-explicit chapter

A/N: Had a lot of fun writing this chapter, and am looking forwards to how to next one turns out :)

— Chapter 2 —

Syrath sipped his evening chai, scrolling through the details his agent emailed over one last time. This job intrigued him more than usual. He perched neatly on the black woven chair on his balcony as he continued to scroll. An NDA? He was used to being asked to keep his relations discrete, that wasn’t what piqued his interest. A male client? He had no qualms about his client’s gender or genitalia, he knew how to get them off either way. Bloodletting? Again not a first, a few of his Fae clients have even taken a liking to his blood. No, it was who his client was this time. A vampire. An aristocrat at that. They were usually an old fashioned bunch who looked down upon most of the pleasures his ilk had to offer. However, here was one hiring him, with an additional clause for extended cohabitation. Sure, he’d had clients ask to stay at his place before, but not usually for longer than a night or two. Something was definitely odd. It seemed very out of character from everything he knew of vampires. 

Syrath looked down from his balcony as a black car, polished to a mirror finish, pulled up at the apartment complex. The driver was the first to leave the vehicle, an older woman in a suit. She walked around to the passenger door and opened it allowing Eleanor Viscara to emerge in all her pristine ruthless splendour. The woman then opened the rear door. Out emerged a young man. His pale blonde hair and ruby eyes a clear indication of his relation to the head of the Viscara blood. His body was adorned in a beautiful midnight blouse, tucked in at his waist, paired with shorts a shade darker, held with burgundy suspenders, that came to his mid thigh. Although his outfit was simple, it was carefully tailored to show off his svelte frame. The shorts emphasised his slender porcelain legs. The suspenders, intricately detailed with a floral pattern. The blouse, open-collared, framed his delicate neck. 

That, Syrath thought to himself, is definitely a vampire.

—

Lawrence checked his reflection in the elevator. Checked his hair which, although usually went down to his shoulders, was now kept in a low ponytail. He checked his makeup, puckering to check his lipgloss, a natural shade of pink that added sheen to his velvety lips, fluttered his lashes to check his eyeliner, a subtle charcoal ring that made the pale blonde strands pop even more than they already did. 

“I will never understand your incessant use of cosmetics.” Eleanor said with a sigh, “You are already one of the most beautiful of our blood.”

“I’m too proud to be simply ‘one’ of the most beautiful.” Lawrence quipped, tucking some loose hairs behind his slightly pointed ear. 

“Your vanity is unquestionably why you were hexed, ma poupée” she joked. 

The elevator chimed as they reached their floor, 6. They walked through the well decorated hallway, the driver first, scanning the doors for potential threats to her masters. They then reached an apartment with roman numerals on the door LXIX.

“Oh, c'est mignon," the driver remarked, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips, as she knocked on the door. 

A man answered. He was slightly taller than Lawrence imagined, and looked impossibly more handsome than he did in photos. His midnight hair was artfully disheveled, his sharp features sculpted, reminiscent of classical statues and paintings. His eyes were framed by dark lashes, long and thick, that contrasted the bright sunset colour of his irises. He wore a long sleeved t-shirt with the shoulders cut out, exposing his umber skin and causing butterflies in Lawrence’s stomach. 

Syrath invited them in. The driver took Eleanor's jacket, holding it gently folded over her arm so as not to leave any creases. Syrath guided them through his well kept home. They walked past the coat hooks and entryway bench by the entrance, where jackets, shoes and keys were neatly hung, to a large open-plan space that served as both living and dining area. The gleaming dark wood floors stretched, flawless beneath their steps, leading to a kitchen anchored by black marble counters streaked with elegant gold veins. He led them to the living room area, where a large TV sat in a sleek media cabinet, the shelves thoughtfully arranged with various trinkets and books. Opposite the cabinet sat a charcoal-grey sofa that looked invitingly deep and comfortable.

“Please, have a seat” he said, indicating to the couch, his voice smooth as velvet.

Eleanor and Lawrence sat, the driver choosing to remain standing at Eleanor’s side. Syrath grabbed himself a chair from the dining table and pulled it over to sit opposite them. 

“Am I safe to assume you’ve read through our terms?” Eleanor started.

“You are.” Syrath answered. 

“I suppose you have questions”

“I do,” He responded, crossing his legs, “Like why would someone of noble blood such as yourself be seeking my services, have you come seeking forbidden pleasures not found amongst the elites?” He mocked.

“Show some respect!” Lawrence exclaimed, shooting forwards. Eleanor caught him by the collar and pulled him back to his seat. 

“Tiens-toi bien, ma poupée”

“But Tati-”

“No buts, we are here under his roof, asking for his assistance, you should be the one showing respect.” Eleanor turned her attention back to Syrath, “Apologies for my nephew’s rude outburst.”

“No need.” Syrath said with a smirk.

“The reason we need your services is because my nephew here has been hexed.”

“I thought your blood was immune to such sorcery?”

“So did I!” Lawrence chimed. 

Eleanor sighed, “Yes, but it seems that this one has managed to bypass our natural defences. As such we need to keep him safe and out of the public eye for a time.”

“You realise that I am no bodyguard.”

“Obviously” Lawrence huffed, crossing his arms.

“And I am no one's servant.”

“We need you because of the kind of sorcery he is afflicted with. An Amor’s Arrow hex.”

“The love spell?”

“A variation of it, our physician seems to believe. He’s mentioned physical intimacy as the best treatment.”

“I see.” Syrath answered, tapping his chin.

“Of course, we included a bloodletting clause for obvious reasons. And I trust the importance of discretion in the matter is understood” Eleanor said, the implicit threat clear.

Syrath nodded, the unspoken warning understood.

“As for the details of how you two cohabitate, we can leave that for the two of you to discuss in private.”

“Sounds fair.”

“Do you have any qualms with any of our terms or any other questions?”

“I’ve got the gist. But there is one thing,” Syrath turned his attention to Lawrence, “So, are you a virgin?”

“Excuse me!” Lawrence’s face flushed, “W-What does that have to do with-”

“For me to properly do my role I need to know your level of experience. I would like to keep things safe and fun for the both of us, so I don’t want anything like this to come as a surprise later.”

“That seems reasonable,” Eleanor chimed, “Ma poupée?”

“N-No, I am not.” Lawrence stuttered, turning his face away in embarrassment, 

“Je vois…” Eleanor smirked. The driver also smirking, though barely.

“Tati!” Lawrence exclaimed. 

Eleanor giggled a little, “Je rigole, of course I already knew Laurie. You are terrible at keeping secrets.”

Lawrence huffed and folded his arms in protest. 

“I believe you should discuss the rest my nephew’s ‘level of experience’ in private.” Eleanor said, turning her attention back to Syrath, “Can I take it you accept?”

“I do.” Syrath said, with a hint of amusement. 

“Très bien!” Eleanor exclaimed, as she stood, “Then I shall take my leave for the night.” 

“Allow me to see you out.” Syrath stood as well. 

“I will have your bags here by the morning.” Eleanor said to Lawrence, with a light kiss on his forehead, before following Syrath to the door, the driver alongside her.

“One last thing before you go.” 

“Go on” Eleanor enquired, the driver helping to put on her jacket.

“Why did you decide on me?” Syrath queried quietly, opening the door for them.

“Oh that’s simple.” Eleanor smiled, “Lawrence chose you.”

“He did?”

“Oui, out of the list of candidates we had, you must have appealed to him the most.”

“His attitude surely doesn’t indicate that.”

“Mais non, he’s simply being bashful. Ma poupée can be… Abrasive at first. But he will warm to you,” Eleanor stepped out of the apartment, followed by the driver, “as I’m sure, you will to him.” 

“I see.” Syrath said, skeptically.

“Well then, I bid you adieu.” Eleanor said amused. 

“Au revoir, bonne soirée” The driver said, closing the door behind them with a curt nod.

Lawrence jolted a little at the sound of the door closing. He resisted the urge to fidget, acutely aware of Syrath's presence now that they were alone. 

“Come,” Syrath instructed, “I’ll show you the bedroom.” He said, opening a door beside the media cabinet.

Lawrence stood, felt a lump in his throat. 

The bedroom was even more decadent than the rest of Syrath’s home. The dark wood flooring was decorated with a thick luxurious black fur carpet. The walls, a deep indigo the same shade as the midnight sky, were dimly lit by the cove lights in the ceiling. The bed, king sized, had a golden frame and sheets of the finest silk that shimmered, like an ocean. 

“I expect you must be nervous.” Syrath said.

“What for? I am of the Viscara blood. A mere incubus could never intimidate me.” Lawrence deflected.

“And yet,” Syrath leaned in close, gently tilting Lawrence’s chin up to meet his gaze. “You’ve been blushing this whole time.”

“I-” Lawrence faltered, “That’s because you embarrassed me in front of Tati.” He finally said, slapping Syrath’s hand away.

“Sure.” Syrath said smirking, “For tonight I will leave you to rest. Acclimate yourself. I’ll take the couch for tonight. We’ll have plenty of chances to share the bed later.”

— End of Chapter 2 —

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A/N: Decided here I'll put a translation of the french used just in case it wasn't clear based on context: ma poupée - My Doll (Common in french as a term of endearment from an older relative)

Oh, c'est mignon - That's cute (In this sense used ironically at Syrath's door number being 69)

Tiens-toi bien - Behave yourself

Je vois - I see

Je rigole - I'm kidding

Très bien - Very good/Excellent

Oui - yes (surely you knew this one?)

adieu - goodby/farewell

Au revoir - goodbye/see you again

bonne soirée - have a good evening

Chapter 3 teaser

Lawrence glanced up, his gaze catching Syrath smirking and placing a hand on his cheek in amusement. Lawrence furrowed his brow and stopped. 

“Something funny?” He said annoyed.

“No,” Syrath replied nonchalantly, “I simply enjoy watching when someone sucks me off.”

How I feel writing right now