Fic : Passion
Feb. 23rd, 2007 10:46 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sarasteSummary: a vampire, a human man, bloodlust, NC-17(no buttsex, but still..), violence, pain... homoerotic undertones.. whatever... I suck at summaries tonight.. Set in my Before Dawn story/universe of vampires..
Disclaimer: This is a work of original fiction. The characters depicted herein are my property, you steal and I will hunt you down and set Jonathan to bite you and drink you dry!
Disclaimer: This is a work of original fiction. The characters depicted herein are my property, you steal and I will hunt you down and set Jonathan to bite you and drink you dry!
“You're such a spoilsport, you know that?”
Christian flinched at Jonathan's voice. It was so bitter, seductive and sultry all wrapped in one, that he didn't know how to react. His mind didn't want it but his body didn't agree with resisting the blond's advances. His hips quivered in anticipation, cock twitching in delight at the timbre of the other man's voice. So he did nothing.
“I'm not a spoilsport. I just.. AH!”
Christian's body bucked under those skilled hands. Hands that had apparently found their way into his pants, caressing his most private parts. He moaned to the touch. Even when he tried to summon that angelic face framed with ivory locks of abundant hair, he failed. She'd been her last chance, his last chance to quell this lust the other man summoned forth in him.
He was drowning in the bliss and didn't care.
“You have the most exquisite neck, did you know?”
Jonathan's breath ghosted against his neck, teeth scraping against skin. Fear rose in Christian, he knew he shouldn't have let it get this far. Pushing the other away was not going to work, his muscles having gone slack when Jonathan's hand had first touched his cock.
Jonathan started to suck and nibble at his neck, making the pale skin red. Christian drew in harsh, panicked breaths which mingled in with moans and needy whimpers. Jonathan's hand moved in Christian's trousers, his erection grinding against the raven's hip. Christian bucked again, his erection twitching against the hand that mercilessly pumped it. The strokes were slow, lulling Christian to a pre-orgasmic contentedness.
His eyes snapped open as he was hit with the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt in his life.
Jonathan had sunk his sharp fangs into the supple flesh of Christian's neck.
Christian's mouth opened in a silent scream, the pain soon mixing with the pleasure coiling in his abdomen. His senses seemed to heighten. The act in itself was so intimate, so passionate. And so totally, utterly evil. Christian gave into it, gave into the depravity, the Night.
He came to Jonathan's hands as life ebbed away from his veins through the blood that nourished the blond.
“Happy valentine's day..”
Christian flinched at Jonathan's voice. It was so bitter, seductive and sultry all wrapped in one, that he didn't know how to react. His mind didn't want it but his body didn't agree with resisting the blond's advances. His hips quivered in anticipation, cock twitching in delight at the timbre of the other man's voice. So he did nothing.
“I'm not a spoilsport. I just.. AH!”
Christian's body bucked under those skilled hands. Hands that had apparently found their way into his pants, caressing his most private parts. He moaned to the touch. Even when he tried to summon that angelic face framed with ivory locks of abundant hair, he failed. She'd been her last chance, his last chance to quell this lust the other man summoned forth in him.
He was drowning in the bliss and didn't care.
“You have the most exquisite neck, did you know?”
Jonathan's breath ghosted against his neck, teeth scraping against skin. Fear rose in Christian, he knew he shouldn't have let it get this far. Pushing the other away was not going to work, his muscles having gone slack when Jonathan's hand had first touched his cock.
Jonathan started to suck and nibble at his neck, making the pale skin red. Christian drew in harsh, panicked breaths which mingled in with moans and needy whimpers. Jonathan's hand moved in Christian's trousers, his erection grinding against the raven's hip. Christian bucked again, his erection twitching against the hand that mercilessly pumped it. The strokes were slow, lulling Christian to a pre-orgasmic contentedness.
His eyes snapped open as he was hit with the most excruciating pain he'd ever felt in his life.
Jonathan had sunk his sharp fangs into the supple flesh of Christian's neck.
Christian's mouth opened in a silent scream, the pain soon mixing with the pleasure coiling in his abdomen. His senses seemed to heighten. The act in itself was so intimate, so passionate. And so totally, utterly evil. Christian gave into it, gave into the depravity, the Night.
He came to Jonathan's hands as life ebbed away from his veins through the blood that nourished the blond.
“Happy valentine's day..”
