Elijah/Sharpe - 06 - NC17 - Sunshine and Rainbows
Happens after the initial nap that happens after this.
[Cross posted to: elegant_poison and blood_quarter]
Elijah looked down at Sharpe; suddenly noticing the similarities between him and someone Elijah had known a lot of years ago. He touched the strong brow. They didn't really look alike, but then - they kind of did. He frowned. Yeah, it was time to go hunt, kill something maybe.
"Hey Sharpster," he whispered.
His sleep disturbed by a soft touch and even softer words, Sharpe found himself unable to remain asleep. Running his hand up the other vamp's arm, eyes still closed, Sharpe smiled. "Yes imp?"
"How are you?" He asked, drawing his finger down the man's chest.
"Sunshine and rainbows," Sharpe chuckled, opening his eyes to meet Elijah's. "Did you wake me up just to ask that question?"
Elijah chuckled. "Yes," he lied and leaned over to drag his tongue over Richard's nipple.
Threading his fingers through Elijah's unruly, dark locks, Sharpe moaned at the contact. "If that was another question, imp, I'm pretty sure the answer is yes." Leaning down, Sharpe pulled the smaller man into a kiss.
Kissing back, Elijah slid down and slid his leg over Richard, straddling him. "It is huh?" He lay over the vampire and smiled at him.
Running his hands along Elijah's sides, Sharpe smiled up at him. "With you, I worry that my answer might just always be yes."
Sliding down a bit, Elijah licked at Richard's throat and nipped at it with a sharp tooth.
Sharpe frowned, confused by the strange behavior exhibited by his companion. Something felt off. Instead of offering up his neck, Sharpe placed a hand under Elijah's chin. Looking into the other vamp's eyes Sharpe tried to discern what lay behind them, the question apparent on his face.
"What's wrong?" Elijah asked, brow furrowed.
Confusion replaced question on Sharpe's face and in his mind. "I could ask you the same question."
Shrugging one shoulder up, Elijah smiled softly and then lay across Richard, licking at his throat. "Sorry," he said. "I don't - it's been a while since I screwed around and it wasn't just - screwing around."
Sharpe sat quietly for a moment, idly running a hand up and down Elijah's back. When he finally spoke, he stumbled a bit over his words. "I... I don't expect..." he paused again to collect his bearings and placed his hand on Elijah's cheek to guide his face upwards. Looking into the blue depths of the other vampire's eyes he continued more confidently, "I have no expectations from this Elijah, no ulterior motives. I am grateful for what we just shared but I also enjoy your company. Relax, imp, and just enjoy it; whatever it is. That's not too complicated, is it?"
"Not at all," Elijah said, wriggling a bit. "So, not too sore to go another round - are ya?"
Sharpe couldn't help but laugh at the other vampire's switch. From confused to horny in 2 seconds, that was pretty impressive. "I think I could handle whatever you throw at me."
With a laugh, Elijah slid to kneel between Richard's legs, reaching for the lube. As he opened the tube, smearing some onto his fingers he looked at Richard through a fall of dark hair. "Pull your feet up, kay?"
Sharpe quickly shifted his position, opening himself up to the other vampire.
"Tha's a love," Elijah said with a soft growl, dipping his hand down to run along the cool crease of Richard's ass. He pushed and twisted, entering the vampire and sighing out at the tightness. "Fuck..."
"That..." Sharpe moaned as Elijah’s fingers stretched his opening, "... is the point, imp." Raising his hips, he tried to get the other vampire's fingers as deep as he could.
Snickering, Elijah worked the vampire and then shuffled forward. Pulling his fingers from Richard, Elijah slipped his gel slick fingers over the top of his cock and rubbed the head, moaning softly. "Yeah, 'xactly the point." He leaned up and then grunted as he pushed the head of his dick into Richard.
Sharpe grunted as Elijah breached him, enjoying that initial stretch. Tangling one hand into Elijah's hair, he pulled the other vampire's mouth to his own while lifting his hips in invitation.
Leaning up, stretching and pushing forward with his toes, Elijah kissed Richard, nipping at his lip before settling into a slow deep rhythm, rocking his hips as he licked and sucked at Richard's nipple. "Mmmm..." he moaned softly at the tightness surrounding him.
Hands trailed gently across Elijah's back, Sharpe enjoying the slower pace. Leaning down he trailed kisses across the smaller vamp's collarbone and shoulder, trying to reassure him that everything was ok between the two of them. "S good imp... so bloody good."
Smiling, Elijah nodded, tip of his pink tongue flicking out to lick his lips. "I - I like this, you, being in you," he said, breath making the words soft puffs of sound.
Pleasure was preventing Richard from doing more than moan in response to Elijah's words while gripping the other vamp's body closer.
Shifting back to angle up with his thrusts, Elijah wrapped his fingers around Richard and then snickered. "Looky, looky, I gots a dicky..." he chanted as he stroked.
"Crazy... bloody... imp," Sharpe managed to gasp out. The extra stimulation was doing a number on his control. Pulling his heels up, opening himself wider, Sharpe grasped at Elijah's ass and whispered, "fuck me imp... like you mean it."
Crystal eyes flash and Elijah smiled. "Oh, I mean it big boy, I definitely mean it." He leaned over, tugging and jerking Richard's cock as his hips pistoned, fast, deep, and hard. His breath was ragged as he felt the heat coil of passion deep inside. "Fuck..."
Everything was too much for Richard -- the hand on his cock, the feel of Elijah within him, the increasing rhythm -- he just couldn't take it anymore. Body arched, Sharpe cried out a string of curses with a few "imp’s and other attempts at Elijah's name thrown in for good measure as he came across his own chest.
The clench around him, the bucking body ripped a howling orgasm from Elijah as he dug his toes into the bed, head thrown back in pleasure. Riding out the incredible feelings he finally released Richard, slumping down into the cradle of his thigh. He petted the other vampire and mumbled soft, happy words.
Recovering from the intense orgasm, Sharpe combed his fingers through Elijah's wild, sweat-soaked sex hair. He greatly enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere and cuddly companion in his sated state. "Sleep some more?" He asked the puddle of vampire between his thighs.
"Yeth," Elijah said, trying to not drool as he lay bonelessly on Richard. "Ni'ni...."
"Night, night imp"