Shouting from Rooftops
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Title: Shouting from Rooftops
Characters: Fernando Alonso, Kimi Räikkönen
Rating: Blue Flag
Summary: Fernando finds out that Kimi is a vampire.
Warning: It's a vampire fic people...bites, blood and a bible.
Disclaimer: Not real, didn't happen - all in my head.
A/N Inspired by this prompt, posted on motorskink.
Fernando is staring at the ceiling, grinning as his heartbeat slowly calms down. He wipes the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand before wiping the blood where Kimi had bit him on the shoulder. He loves sex with Kimi: loves the roughness of it, loves that it never gets complicated. He enjoys sex with Dasha too, but it will never compare to what he has with Kimi. Kimi doesn’t do gentle. They share a furious passion, and Fernando loves it. He likes not having to worry about setting the mood, or about whether or not there’s been enough foreplay. He likes not being afraid to go too fast or too deep. He likes not having to hold back; likes getting so caught up in the moment that they can’t help but sink nails and teeth into each other. Fernando always leaves their romp covered in scratches, bruises and bite marks. Somehow though, no matter how hard Fernando bites or scratches, Kimi’s skin is always unbroken. So Fernando has taken to teasing the Finn, telling him he should be nicknamed Superman instead of Iceman.
Fernando turns to look at Kimi, who has already fallen asleep, the blanket only covering his lower half. He notices Kimi still has some blood in the corner of his mouth, Fernando’s blood from when Kimi bit hard on his bottom lip. Fernando can still taste the blood in his mouth whenever his tongue hits the small wound. Kimi looks irresistible when he sleeps, and Fernando is feeling ready for round two. He leans over his lover and kisses him, pushing his tongue into Kimi’s partially open mouth. Their saliva mingles and Fernando can taste his blood in Kimi’s mouth. Fernando makes a mental note to get revenge for that bite, but before he can even finish his thought, Kimi quickly breaks their kiss and bites hard at Fernando’s neck. Fernando yelps from pain and pleasure when he initially feels his skin get pierced. But this bite feels deeper, much deeper than usual. He can feel the warm blood flowing from his neck into Kimi’s mouth. He feels light-headed and dizzy, almost like he’s floating, but he still notices Kimi isn’t just licking drops of blood at his wound like he normally does; he’s drinking.
Panic sets in him, and with all his strength, Fernando pushes Kimi away from him and into the bed. “Are you craz-!” Fernando begins but never finishes, applying pressure to his neck to stop the bleeding. He’s now sitting on the bed next to Kimi, who’s sleepily rubbing his eyes. “Stop screaming,” Kimi scolds him, eyes half open. Fernando is frozen in place, unable to take his eyes off of Kimi’s blood-covered mouth. Mostly, he can’t take his eyes off of Kimi’s blood-covered fangs.
“You bit me,” Fernando mutters, shocked. “You like when I bite,” Kimi mumbles, yawning. “You were drinking my blood! And what are those?!” Fernando yells, poking Kimi’s fangs. Kimi’s eyes open wide as he runs his tongue along his fangs. “Shit. Sorry, I can’t control it when I sleep,” and suddenly Kimi’s fangs are gone, withdrawn like a cat’s claws, making Fernando jump out of bed.
“What are you? A vampire?!” Fernando asks. Kimi is still lying in bed, lazily wiping the blood around his mouth with his fingers and sucking them clean. He shrugs, smirking at Fernando, showing just the faintest hint of fangs. “I guess so.”
Fernando reaches for his phone. “I’m calling the police.” Kimi just looks at him with an unimpressed look, a finger still in his mouth. Fernando starts dialing but stops a few numbers short when he catches Kimi watching him. What would he tell the police anyways? Hello officer, Kimi Raikkonen is a vampire. How do I know? He bit me while we were making out. They’d probably arrest him instead of Kimi. Fernando throws the phone back on the desk. He turns the light on and rummages through the hotel’s night table and smiles when he finds what he’s looking for: a bible. He sits on the office chair right next to the bed, bible on his laps. He’s not a religious man by any means, but given the circumstances, he’ll give anything a chance.
Kimi has been watching him all this time and seems quite unamused. “What are you doing Fernando? Come back to bed and turn the light off.” Fernando doesn’t budge. “I’m not coming anywhere close to you.” Kimi, who’s now fully cleaned up, rolls on his side so his back is to Fernando. “Then turn off the light and leave. I’m going back to sleep.”
Fernando carefully gets up and turns off the light, leaving the bible on the desk. It doesn’t look like Kimi is out to hurt him. He considers leaving but now that he realizes he doesn’t have to fear for his life, he becomes curious.
“Can you fly?” he asks.
“I’m not a bird,” Kimi replies, his back still to Fernando.
“Can you run really fast?”
“No.”
“Can you -“
“Fernando, come to bed and go back to sleep or get out.”
Fernando approaches the bed slowly until he’s at the edge. He sits on the bed next to the Finn. Kimi still hasn’t moved. “I just found out I’m sleeping with a vampire. You expect me to sleep?” Fernando tells Kimi before rolling him on his back so he can see his face. Kimi groans but doesn’t fight it.
“Is that why you bite me during sex?”
“You taste good.”
“Is that why when I bite you it leaves no marks?”
“Yes,” Kimi replies as he leans over the edge of the bed and grabs a bottle of vodka on the floor, taking a swig at it.
“Are you dead?” Fernando suddenly asks as he realizes the vampires in films and books are normally dead.
Kimi just chugs more vodka, ignoring the question. “Sleep Nando.”
Fernando then remembers more mainstream vampire facts. “Do you wear glasses because the sun hurts your eyes?”
“Yes,” Kimi admits as he drinks some more.
“Why does your skin not burn in the sun?”
“Sunscreen,” Kimi answers as he throws back the last drops of vodka in the bottle.
“Do you drink so much to control blood cravings?”
Kimi sighs as he caps the empty bottle and puts it on the night table. “Yes, and because you give me a headache.”
“Are you dead?” Fernando asks again. He knows he’s pushing his luck with Kimi now, but he really wants to know.
Kimi exhales deeply before forcefully taking Fernando’s hand, dragging it under the blanket and placing it on his hard cock. “Do I feel dead?” Fernando’s first thought is to move his hand away but Kimi’s cock in his hand feels so nice and warm, not dead at all. Without his fangs out, Kimi still looks like Kimi. Fernando starts sliding his hand up and down Kimi’s shaft. The Finn still sounds the same when he moans, his hips still move the same way against Fernando’s touch. Fernando feels better after having a few questions answered and, vampire or not, a moaning grinding Kimi is something he’s not sure he can resist.
Fernando bends down between Kimi’s legs and wraps his mouth around Kimi, making the Finn gasp. He moves his head to let Kimi’s shaft move in and out of his mouth while his tongue swirls around the tip. He smiles as he watches the vamp arch his back and dig his hands into the mattress, toes curling as his hips push against Fernando’s face. Fernando doesn’t take him across the finish line though and instead straddles Kimi and lowers himself on him. Kimi pulls himself in a seated position and kisses Fernando. Fernando pulls away a bit, a hint of fear still there, but as he moves up and down on Kimi he stops caring, only wanting more of his lover.
He runs his nails across Kimi’s back and bites him hard on the neck, hoping to get his revenge and to leave marks but knowing it’s likely in vain. Kimi curses and groans but he’s smiling when he slides a hand between them to stroke Fernando’s cock. Fernando’s body trembles as he gets closer to climax. The wound on Fernando’s neck has started bleeding again in the heat of the moment and Kimi is licking at it, his tongue tracing Fernando’s neck and kissing it between licks. Fernando’s almost there, but he knows Kimi is holding back not to freak him out and he doesn’t want that. It’s not how it’s supposed to be between them.
“Bite me,” Fernando asks between gasps and Kimi does, but with his fangs still tucked in, and not hard enough to draw blood. It’s not what Fernando wants, not what he needs. So he bites down on his own lips, re-opening his earlier wound, and when he feels the blood in his mouth, forces Kimi into a deep kiss. He can feel Kimi pulling him closer, moaning in pleasure as they kiss. Fernando wants more, wants Kimi to take all of him. “Bite me, with these,” Fernando says as he runs his tongue against Kimi’s hidden fangs. Kimi’s eyes open and he looks at him. Fernando tilts his head to the side, offering easier access to his neck. Kimi doesn’t need to be told again. He smiles, fangs coming out. He kisses Fernando, sucking the blood from his lip before he bites into Fernando's neck, careful to use the same holes so as not to mutilate his lover in too many places.
Fernando winces at the pain, but with Kimi’s cock inside him, Kimi’s hand on his shaft and now Kimi’s teeth in his neck, the contrasting sensations send him over the edge. His climax is long and intense and it rushes through his body in a way he’s never experienced before. He’s light-headed again and has that floating feeling. He feels like time has slowed to a crawl. He can hear every beat of his heart, feel every breath Kimi takes, feel every ounce of blood leaving his body and into Kimi’s mouth. He could stay in Kimi’s arms forever, their bodies glued together by sweat, come and blood. He’s ready to close his eyes and let himself be absorbed by the feeling, but Kimi’s lips against his make him crash back to reality. Fernando tries to look at Kimi, but can’t quite focus, his vision hazy.
“Sorry. Took too much. It’s hard to stop,” Kimi apologizes as he helps Fernando lie down next to him, applying pressure to his neck. “Don’t stop. Take more,” Fernando mumbles as he quickly drifts to sleep.
Kimi feels bad for having taken so much blood from Fernando, but decides not to waste a good thing and makes sure to lick his mouth and hand clean. When he’s done, Fernando is sleeping soundly beside him so he gets out of bed and pulls out an old notebook from his suitcase. Its thick and its pages are yellow, some torn. The leather cover is faded and the embossed inscription on it is barely readable. Räikkönen. Kimi opens the notebook, a small picture falling on the floor. James, 1976 inscribed on the back. Kimi puts it aside as his eyes glance at the faint words on the inside of the front cover. 1668, Finland. He flips towards the end of the book, stopping at the first empty page he finds, and starts scribbling a few words in Finnish.
2013, Hungary
Fernando found out. He took it much better than James did. He has a lot of questions, but I don’t think he’s ready to hear all the answers yet. Another one I’ll have to say good bye to one day. It never gets easier, does it?
Kimi puts his pen down and places the picture of James back between the pages before closing the notebook and hiding it in his suitcase. He slides back under the covers and wraps an arm around Fernando. He wants to wake him up, tell him he loves him. He would shout it from a rooftop if he could. But he can’t, he’s been there before. He knows it’s best to keep things as simple as possible. Kimi kisses Fernando’s chest, smiling as he feels the sleeping Spaniard’s slow heartbeat against his lips, and turns away to get some sleep.
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