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[_vampiregod_]

Frost returned to his place the next night. His name had at least gotten him a few results. Lobo was some alien biker that 'couldn't be killed'. Yeah, Deacon would see about that. Gods could kill whoever they damn well pleased. However, the thing that made this particular little endeavor harder was the fact that this guy was an alien. Frost

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[unseelie_prince]

At first there is just the sound of the phone picking up and then silence. And then, softly, in a feminine voice. "Yes?"

It most certainly wasn't Cel.

[_vampiregod_]

"Jesus fucking..." Frost didn't have time for this shit. "Where's Cel?"

[unseelie_prince]

"Jesus fucking is necrophilia and Cel is currently laying beside me licking at my hip. Whom may I say is calling?" The voice was icy cold and amused.

[_vampiregod_]

Frost paused. Whoever it is had his style of humor. It was almost enough to lighten his sour mood. Almost.

"Glad he's getting some action. So sorry to interrupt. Tell him it's Deacon Frost keeping his word."

[leela1]

He'd been gone for a while. Days, nights, time stretched on. Only way she knew he was there at all was the occasional warmth of his body sliding in bed next to her, and the scattered clothes around the room that she picked up in the morning. Sometimes they were ok, and she sent them out to be drycleaned. But sometimes she could only throw the bloodsoaked rags away with a sigh as she looked at the metal bed cover with her lover within it

[_vampiregod_]

Deacon paused and looked at her. It had been his mission recently to find this Lobo fuck and deal with him, but he'd had no luck. Even Cel hadn't seemed interested in helping him pursue the guy. Nobody was talking, and he didn't know if it was because they didn't know, his coercion techniques weren't good enough, or this bastard was actually just that scary. Either way, it pissed him off.

Yet...the reason for the mission had been right there the whole time, and they hadn't really gotten much quality time together because of that mission. He'd half grown to assume that she was still pissed at him for pursuing it so doggedly. Hell, sometimes he wondered why she stuck around if it pissed her off that much.

"Yeah, that's my deal. But you're a liar for saying you don't." He smirked a little. "Well, maybe I could use some of that tonight. If you're up for it."

[leela1]

"Fine, fine. You're right. I don't bite much, is that better?" Another yawn, and her smile grew warmer. "Or perhaps I just don't bite as well. Show me

[_vampiregod_]

"Much. And gladly."

Deacon slid under the sheets with her. His blue eyes never left hers as he moved close so that their bodies were barely touching, skin wisping over skin here and there. He raised his hand and slid his touch down her side, now leaning into nibble at her ear and kiss down to her throat.

"Is that so?" His voice was low and husky. "You know, I remember a time when you didn't want me to bite you..."

He chuckled as he remembered fucking with her. "It was funny as hell."