Underworld: General Series
Title: Why must he flirt!?
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Implied Viktor/Kraven
Promt: 80: Why
Word Count: 475ish
Rating: PG-13
Summary: The elder is reading too much into simple acts.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, nor am I making any money from them. I merely borrow them from time to time.
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Must the boy flirt all the damn time! A look here, a smile there, a light touch to another's arm or top of the hand!
Damn it all!
Why must Kraven be so friendly?
Did the boy not understand he belong to him now?
Naturally ice blue eyes studied the youngling as the Regent wandered around the grand parlor dispensing warm smiles, a burst of laughter, a kiss to a hand! Argh! It drove the elder crazy with possessiveness until he could stand it no longer and made a direct bee line for his young flirtatious lover.
A seducers smile on the elder's lips as he fixed his mate with a knowing look that made the younger vampire swallow hard; sharp blue eyes picking out the quickening pulse point on the boy's neck; saw the flush of pale skin, the wetting of that damn perfect mouth by such a well trained tongue!
"A word with my Regent if you please." the elder crooned, nodding at the gathered vampires around his boy as the older man gripped Kraven's elbow in a pinching grip and guided the raven haired vampire to a darkened recess of the grand parlor where he forcefully shoved the man against the wall.
"You are doing it again my boy." Viktor purred against parted lips. "Don't deny it!" he snarled fixing deep dark eyes in place.
“I am sure I do not know what you mean - ah!” The raven haired man was breathing harder now after the hard nip to his neck that was surly going to leave a mark behind, his eyes transfixed upon the elder’s long deadly fangs.
“You know exactly what I am referring to.” Was the growled warning as the older man pushed harder against the body trapped between him and the wall.
"I am n-not doing anything improper; I am merely being courteous to y-your guests."
"Is this what you call it? Being Courteous! How many of them have you invited to bed this night! To sneak away to places such as this for a quick grope or worse!" Viktor gestured at the dark alcove he still held Kraven against, feeling the boy's body beginning to react to his as he pressed himself flush against the youngling. "You see, you are getting hard just thinking about it aren't you."
"No! I wouldn't do such a thing, I am yours My Lord." Kraven breathily uttered still starting wide eyed at the older man who could reduce him to a babbling fool when Viktor was in such a mood. Completely jelous, so possessive, and over reacting to simple gestures and acts Kraven did.
"That's right my boy, you are mine, never forget this." the elder cooed just before he kissed that mouth to shut the boy up and show him once more just where his place belonged."
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