Underworld: General Series
Title: Worth the reward
Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Implied Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: No. 64 - Fall
Word Count: 1156
Rating: ** NC17 **
Author's Notes: Not mine legally, dang it!
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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It was at long last September twenty-first. The following night would be the first of the autumn season, the first night after the Autumn Equinox, which meant shorter daylight hours. Longer night time hours and, the night of Viktor’s awakening.
Kraven had had such a full night’s schedule of preparations for the elder’s return that he was exhausted yet unbelievably restless. The vampire padded from the shower, freshly scrubbed, clean, hair still damp as he slid into their bed. He was fretful and excited, unable to sleep just yet as he stretched out with a bone weary sigh, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against his bare body.
Kraven chewed at lower lip, just the thought of his mate made his body react, the lax organ between his legs twitched and began to fill making him shift his hips. Two hundred years of waiting would be over. One hundred and ninety-nine Equinoxes come and passed; of time spent counting the nights off, of days spent in hollow and meaningless romps; time tallied and spent trickling down to the one night that truly mattered. The raven haired man moaned as his erection filled even more, rubbing against the sheets as it hardened and began to curve upwards as long fingers finally curled around the shaft and began to stimulate.
The younger vampire held the elder’s image behind closed eyes every detail of the man coming to life inside his head as his free hand slid across his chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples, his claws leaving behind long marks across still slightly damp skin. Kraven pictured the elder’s long lean body, the expansion of his chest that veed down to narrow hips that continued downwards to developed thighs from centuries of horseback riding.
The boy could not only see but feel the manly curve and swell of the elder’s ass which Kraven wanted to cup between his hands or have pressed flush against his pelvis; of the arms toned and strong from time spent in combat armed only the sword. Every thing about the man he knew, right down to the grace and curve of his neck, of the tempting and mouth watering pulse point which Kraven longed to kiss and perhaps sink fangs into. Partake of the man in only the way Kraven was allowed.
The Regent had already thought out everything he wanted to do with and to the man just as soon as the elder was declared ready to retired to their shared chamber. The boy smiled, as he wondered if he him self could wait long enough to make it back here to so he could rid the man of all clothing; to stand with the elder and fling the ornate robe to the floor so he could at long last touch. To work the decorative belt free of his waist and toss aside; to undo the ceremonial black silk outfit the elder’s wore without shredding it to pieces in the process.
To see if he could undress himself without destroying his own clothing, to at long last feel the man’s skin under his hands, to leave his mark upon the pale skin, to work from the muscled backside over the curve of his flanks before sliding across defined ribs downwards to flat belly. Kraven couldn’t wait to take up the elder’s cock, to stroke the older man in the manner he was doing to himself right now. To grab and fondle his mate’s rump before slipping a clawed finger inside the man, knowing how this action always made the man growl just before Kraven added one then two more fingers. To touch his lover on that spot and make him moan. To get down on his knees and lay praise to his hardened flesh with lips, fangs and tongue. Work the older man over, feel Viktor’s hands clutch his hair, taking the man’s cock deeper in his mouth knowing only he was allowed to perform such acts.
Kraven groaned the elder’s name wishing he were already there to hear it; needing to hear his own name growled in return. Another moan left the vampire’s mouth as he swore he could fell the man’s breath against his neck making Kraven arch slightly off the bed. How he wanted to touch the elder! To grab hold of Viktor’s flesh just like he was doing to his own body, his fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezing, stroking; envisioning Viktor’s mouth around his flesh, licking, lapping along the length, those deadly fangs scrapping hard enough to draw blood just before the man really got down to business and sucked him until Kraven begged for release!
A shaky breath slipped free from his lips as the vampire continued to stroke him self, hips moving in unison with his hand. Eyes still squeezed tightly shut as Kraven tried to decide whether to simply stroke the elder with his hands or use his mouth; or just straddle the man’s waist and impale himself upon him. Take the man all the way inside him in one swift movement or whether he’d plead with the man to take him instead. To feel the elder’s fingers slipping into his body, sparing a few seconds of preparation before the man bent him over and thrust hard and fast inside him! Welcoming the burn and pain of the man’s entry, willing his body to accept the intrusion to pant between breaths for Viktor to move, to thrust, to fuck him!
Another lip biting groan floated from Kraven as he squeezed himself harder, pulling and jerking his cock, thumbing the head; “Viktor!” he panted again as his release built within his belly, spreading down to a tingling in his pelvis, growing with each stroke and twist, each self inflicted scratch from his claws along the length of his cock, imagining the elder’s mouth upon his pulse point just before the older vampire bit down while thrusting inside him!
“Mother night!” the Regent cried out as Kraven gave a few last hard and punishing strokes to his flesh before he came. Head tossed back, back arched, his hand becoming slick with his own seed even as Viktor’s name was softly chanted like a mantra between clenched teeth.
Kraven was breathing hard, smiling like a fool as he felt those lips upon his stealing what breath he had, while the raven haired man relaxed once more. He could already taste the elder’s mouth upon his, could feel the soft locks of blond hair between his fingers as he held on to the man like a life line while the elder recovered from his own climax. Kraven smiled as he finally drifted off to sleep, just one more day and two hundred years; one hundred and ninety-nine autumn moons would come to pass and the reward waiting for him was more than worth it.
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Fandom: Underworld
Pairing: Implied Viktor/Kraven
Prompt: No. 64 - Fall
Word Count: 1156
Rating: ** NC17 **
Author's Notes: Not mine legally, dang it!
The Big Damn Table can be found OVER HERE!
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It was at long last September twenty-first. The following night would be the first of the autumn season, the first night after the Autumn Equinox, which meant shorter daylight hours. Longer night time hours and, the night of Viktor’s awakening.
Kraven had had such a full night’s schedule of preparations for the elder’s return that he was exhausted yet unbelievably restless. The vampire padded from the shower, freshly scrubbed, clean, hair still damp as he slid into their bed. He was fretful and excited, unable to sleep just yet as he stretched out with a bone weary sigh, enjoying the feel of the cool sheets against his bare body.
Kraven chewed at lower lip, just the thought of his mate made his body react, the lax organ between his legs twitched and began to fill making him shift his hips. Two hundred years of waiting would be over. One hundred and ninety-nine Equinoxes come and passed; of time spent counting the nights off, of days spent in hollow and meaningless romps; time tallied and spent trickling down to the one night that truly mattered. The raven haired man moaned as his erection filled even more, rubbing against the sheets as it hardened and began to curve upwards as long fingers finally curled around the shaft and began to stimulate.
The younger vampire held the elder’s image behind closed eyes every detail of the man coming to life inside his head as his free hand slid across his chest, pinching and pulling at his nipples, his claws leaving behind long marks across still slightly damp skin. Kraven pictured the elder’s long lean body, the expansion of his chest that veed down to narrow hips that continued downwards to developed thighs from centuries of horseback riding.
The boy could not only see but feel the manly curve and swell of the elder’s ass which Kraven wanted to cup between his hands or have pressed flush against his pelvis; of the arms toned and strong from time spent in combat armed only the sword. Every thing about the man he knew, right down to the grace and curve of his neck, of the tempting and mouth watering pulse point which Kraven longed to kiss and perhaps sink fangs into. Partake of the man in only the way Kraven was allowed.
The Regent had already thought out everything he wanted to do with and to the man just as soon as the elder was declared ready to retired to their shared chamber. The boy smiled, as he wondered if he him self could wait long enough to make it back here to so he could rid the man of all clothing; to stand with the elder and fling the ornate robe to the floor so he could at long last touch. To work the decorative belt free of his waist and toss aside; to undo the ceremonial black silk outfit the elder’s wore without shredding it to pieces in the process.
To see if he could undress himself without destroying his own clothing, to at long last feel the man’s skin under his hands, to leave his mark upon the pale skin, to work from the muscled backside over the curve of his flanks before sliding across defined ribs downwards to flat belly. Kraven couldn’t wait to take up the elder’s cock, to stroke the older man in the manner he was doing to himself right now. To grab and fondle his mate’s rump before slipping a clawed finger inside the man, knowing how this action always made the man growl just before Kraven added one then two more fingers. To touch his lover on that spot and make him moan. To get down on his knees and lay praise to his hardened flesh with lips, fangs and tongue. Work the older man over, feel Viktor’s hands clutch his hair, taking the man’s cock deeper in his mouth knowing only he was allowed to perform such acts.
Kraven groaned the elder’s name wishing he were already there to hear it; needing to hear his own name growled in return. Another moan left the vampire’s mouth as he swore he could fell the man’s breath against his neck making Kraven arch slightly off the bed. How he wanted to touch the elder! To grab hold of Viktor’s flesh just like he was doing to his own body, his fingers wrapped around his cock and squeezing, stroking; envisioning Viktor’s mouth around his flesh, licking, lapping along the length, those deadly fangs scrapping hard enough to draw blood just before the man really got down to business and sucked him until Kraven begged for release!
A shaky breath slipped free from his lips as the vampire continued to stroke him self, hips moving in unison with his hand. Eyes still squeezed tightly shut as Kraven tried to decide whether to simply stroke the elder with his hands or use his mouth; or just straddle the man’s waist and impale himself upon him. Take the man all the way inside him in one swift movement or whether he’d plead with the man to take him instead. To feel the elder’s fingers slipping into his body, sparing a few seconds of preparation before the man bent him over and thrust hard and fast inside him! Welcoming the burn and pain of the man’s entry, willing his body to accept the intrusion to pant between breaths for Viktor to move, to thrust, to fuck him!
Another lip biting groan floated from Kraven as he squeezed himself harder, pulling and jerking his cock, thumbing the head; “Viktor!” he panted again as his release built within his belly, spreading down to a tingling in his pelvis, growing with each stroke and twist, each self inflicted scratch from his claws along the length of his cock, imagining the elder’s mouth upon his pulse point just before the older vampire bit down while thrusting inside him!
“Mother night!” the Regent cried out as Kraven gave a few last hard and punishing strokes to his flesh before he came. Head tossed back, back arched, his hand becoming slick with his own seed even as Viktor’s name was softly chanted like a mantra between clenched teeth.
Kraven was breathing hard, smiling like a fool as he felt those lips upon his stealing what breath he had, while the raven haired man relaxed once more. He could already taste the elder’s mouth upon his, could feel the soft locks of blond hair between his fingers as he held on to the man like a life line while the elder recovered from his own climax. Kraven smiled as he finally drifted off to sleep, just one more day and two hundred years; one hundred and ninety-nine autumn moons would come to pass and the reward waiting for him was more than worth it.
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