Fanfic - Blood Ties - Tension, 1/1
Summary: Either one of them could have said no. For some reason, they didn't.
Pairing: Mike/Henry
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: shades of dubious consent and generally antagonistic behaviour
Author's Notes: Written for SmallFandomFest (Fest the Seventh), for the prompt dare
Disclaimer: I don't own Blood Ties, and I make no profit off this.
ETA: It isn't hugely important, but the prompt specified the TV version of Blood Ties, so that's what I was picturing as I wrote this.
Tension
A groan.
Mike bit his lip, fully aware that last sound had been him and totally determined not to repeat it. Henry chuckled against his cock, probably thinking he'd get that response again. Instead the mortal clenched his hands tight, forcing himself still.
"Trying to get us caught, detective?"
He snorted, but didn't open his eyes. After a moment, the vampire blew a long, cool stream of air down his shaft, shaping it to encompass both his balls in an impressive display of breath control. He felt his erection twitch. Then a cool, wet tongue -- just the point -- drawing a hard line back up, pushing against the heat of his flesh, except that this time it wasn't a tease, and he felt that mouth turn hot and demanding as it closed around him.
Henry still wasn't using his hands, but god, he didn't need to. It was enough to have soft lips imprisoning him, that tongue turned flat and big and tight as it curled around him and eased him in. He'd been sucked deep before, but never this hard, never by someone so sure he knew better than Michael himself what he'd like. And it pissed him off that the vampire was right, that the pressure was stronger than he'd have asked for but also so fucking good he couldn't see straight.
His eyes were closed, anyway.
"Bastard," he rasped out, not sure why, or which of them he meant. The throat around his dick jumped in some kind of response, and he conked his head against the wall. Logic didn't matter here. Human boundaries didn't matter here -- he was getting sucked off by a vampire in a dingy elevator, and he'd never been so hard, never been so close to coming without actually being able to come.
His hips jerked, uncontrolled, and apparently that was okay, because despite the fact that Henry had driven this entire encounter, he was suddenly allowed to fuck his way into that mouth. It went against his instincts, but his instincts were geared towards human partners, so maybe that was okay. He certainly wasn't getting any objections. Just soft lips and writhing tongue, and suction, and pressure, and the head of his dick was buried in a throat that swallowed with every thrust. There was a soft whine in the air as the backs of his eyelids turned white.
He refused to whimper when Henry gently pulled off of him. He was so sensitive it hurt to be licked clean, and he didn't want to think about the suspicion that he'd never have asked to be let free.
"Mmm. Feeling a little less tense now?"
He rolled his eyes. It probably would've been more effective if they'd been open.
"I wasn't tense. I was stiff."
"I'm not arguing that."
He ignored the snicker.
"Was there a weird noise a minute ago?"
"I'm pretty sure that was you," the vampire informed him cheerfully. He scowled. It could have been. But he didn't like the idea, and he got the feeling he was the only one there who wasn't seeing the humour there.
"We're not talking about this, Fitzroy."
"Of course not."
Damn the man for sounding amused.
"Seriously."
"Mm-hm."
He sighed, but glanced down. Henry wasn't flushed, exactly, but there was a little more colour than usual in his smirk, and his eyes were smug. He'd also tucked Mike back into his pants, neatening his clothing, and it almost looked like they were back at the beginning, Mike backing into the wall as Henry slunk onto his knees with a challenge hanging between them. Except that he'd already come, and his dick was totally unjustified in thinking it could pop up to play again.
"We're not telling Vicky," he insisted. "Or Coreen. Or anyone at the precinct."
"That seems... reasonable."
Quicker than a human could have managed, the vampire was up, turning round to the front of the elevator and unjamming the button that had held the door closed. Mike followed him out, glancing over his shoulder once. There was nothing there but the dingy, faux plaster walls, a bar bolted at waist height for the convenience of the elevator's usual passengers. Not even a mirror with tell-tale smudges, so the only evidence they left behind was the smell of sex in the air.
"Of course, I might slip up," Henry suggested casually. Funny how he hadn't even noticed how loose his shoulders were until they cramped right back up, and this time Mike clenched his fist on his own palm.
"If you even think of it--"
The vampire spun neatly into his path, staring up at him with that same fucking challenge back on his face at the unfinished threat. Mike stared back, and wondered if it was his turn to go to his knees to get the other to back down.
"I'll think of anything I like, Michael. And if I happen to like thinking of spilling the little details of our tryst to our mutually beloved Vicky..."
"This was not a tryst." Okay, it was, but it hadn't started out that way, and he didn't like the raised eyebrow mocking him. "It was..."
"Repeatable."
He clenched his jaw down on the response his body wanted to give to that.
"Considering you're well on your way to trying to blackmail me, Fitzroy..."
"No blackmail, Detective." The vampire wasn't even trying to hide his laughter as he turned and started walking away. "I'm just suggesting that it would be in your best interests to keep me... amused. If you don't want to risk me dwelling on one incident."
"Because giving you more than one would make you less likely to talk about it?"
Belatedly, he realized he was being left behind, and struggled to catch up.
There was no way he was agreeing to this.
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The next night Mike stared down the length of his body, mesmerized by the pink flesh pressed against him. Two cocks, equally stiff, equally damp with sweat and pre-cum, and they were pressed so tightly together he couldn't even claim they weren't sharing fluids. It looked weird, and it felt good, and he was resolutely not thinking about that. Except for when he did. He looked back up. Henry was braced over him, dark curls tumbling down to either side of his neck, the expression on his face amused and intent and predatory. He didn't look like a debauched angel. He looked like he was the one doing the debauching, and enjoying every second of it.
"Enjoying yourself, Michael?"
"Shut up," he growled, and thrust up hard. Slick glide of cock against cock, unfamiliar hair coarse against his balls, and the vampire's arms tensed with the effort of holding still. He did it again, then again, working to find a better angle, because no way was he leaving that expression on Henry's face. He was going to wipe everything away but the pleasure, leave the vampire as fucked senseless as he'd be.
Henry tossed his head back, finally reciprocating, hips flexing as they met. His shirt fluttered, open between them, his nipples defenceless against Mike's hands. And that may have been cheating, but it made the vampire groan, long and low and desperate, so Michael grinned.
He did so enjoy these little triumphs.