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[cross posted to elegant_poison and blood_quarter]
The young man was beautiful, porcelain skin, dark hair and deep gold brown eyes. He had a soft smile on his face as the warm night air caressed his skin. He blinked down at the young man next to him. "Much further?"
Elijah shook his head. "No. Just up here. Keep going."
The man nodded dreamily and kept walking.
Sharpe usually disliked the summer, if only because he was confined him indoors later and later in the evening. As the sun descended, Richard made his way onto his patio with a full glass of wine and a new book. With the school year over, he needed the opportunity to relax and enjoy the night.
"Hang on," Elijah told the young man, stopping him. "M'kay," the man answered, smiling.
"Stay, I'll be right back." Elijah moved closer to Richard's patio, inhaling and grinning at the scent of his friend.
He had only managed to get a few pages in when a familiar scent brushed past him. "Good evening, imp," his smile was evident in his voice.
"Hi," Elijah said, stepping out of the shadows. He grins. "I brought you something."
"Oh?" his eyebrow arched in question.
Elijah nodded. "Yeah. Hang on." He went to the man and led him into the light of the patio. "A snack."
"Such a pretty snack," Richard spoke as he rose from his seat and walked towards the smaller vampire. Wrapping one arm around Elijah, he leaned in and kissed his throat before continuing. "Such a thoughtful imp. I'm beginning to think you have a thing for watching me eat."
Elijah purred a bit and rubbed against Richard. "Maybe just a little."
Sharpe chuckled, low and throaty, causing his breath to ghost across Elijah's neck. "Thank you for the gift, Elijah."
"You are welcome Mr. Sharpe. He ate earlier. A good meal of red meat and fine wine. He's sweet and full and all yours." Elijah's eyes glistened.
"You don't want a nibble?" he asked as he pulled his face away to look into Elijah's shocking blue eyes. "After all the trouble of making him extra... juicy. Or, were you wanting to try a second hand sampling?"
"Little of both," Elijah says, voice a soft kitten growl. "You go ahead. You first."
Leaning down, Richard captured Elijah's lips in a gentle kiss. "Thank you," he whispered, before he pulled away to approach his present.
The young man looked at the blonde man and smiled. The little guy with the blue eyes and told him to be nice.
Elijah watched, licking his lips.
As he neared, Richard reached out, gently guiding the man's chin upwards so that their eyes met. "What is your name?" he inquired.
"Gustave Thoureau," the man says, accent soft Cajun, dark and sweet.
"Mmm," Sharpe purred as he leaned in to test the man's scent. He spoke to Elijah without looking away from Gustave, "a spicy little treat you've brought Elijah."
"Yes," Elijah says, stepping behind Gustave and laying his hand flat on the man's back. He could feel the steady thump of his heart, could hear it in his chest. "For you," he whispered.
Reaching around the Cajun, Sharpe pressed a quick kiss to Elijah's lips. Ending the kiss, he turned and brought the man's lips to his own, taking a first taste of his treat. He pulled away and looked into the deep, lust filled eyes before him, giving Gustave a chance to refuse.
With a soft needy whine, Gustave turned his head, lifting his chin. Elijah pressed against the man's back. "Take him," he whispers.
One side of his mouth slid upwards. Eyes locked onto Elijah's, Richard leaned in and ran his tongue across Gustave's jugular before finally sinking his fangs into the warm flesh.
The one from Elijah mirrors the moan from Gustave. Elijah has a seconds regret that he hadn't of undressed Gustave and entered him before Richard bit him. He thrust lightly against the tight round ass of the man thinking about fucking him as Richard drank from him. He moaned again, wrapping his arms around to twist his fingers in Richard's shirt.
Smoky, deep, robust - Gustave's blood played across his tongue causing his eyes to close and a moan escape his throat. Elijah's motions caused the man's cock to rut against his own, turning this feeding into something incredible sensual.
They moved, the three of them, slowly, push pull gentle movements like the language of the tide that runs through all humans, the memory running through those that used to be human. The smell of blood, the smell of arousal, the feel of the warm human pressed between he and Richard made Elijah growl, nuzzling at Gustave's shoulder.
Sensing Elijah's growing need and Gustave's waning blood, Sharpe pulled away and sealed the wounds that he had created. "Have a bite, Elijah," Richard punctuated his statement with a quick thrust against Gustave. "Before we send him home and you have your way with me."
"God yes," Elijah breathed out, starting to push Gustave's head to the side. He locked his gaze onto Richard's green one and stopped. "From you. I want it from you...."
Taking a step away from the tangle of bodies, Sharpe smiled and spoke to Gustave, "thank you sweet one, for the gift. It is time for you to go home."
Gustave looked at the blonde man and blinked, nodding. "All right, thank you," he said, glancing at the blue eyed one before turning and moving off into the night.
Elijah stepped forward, teeth long and sharp and need great beast beating its fists inside of his chest.
Arms outstretched and head tilted, Richard was the picture of invitation as he waited for Elijah to make his move.
With a tiny whine, Elijah went into Richard's arms, tipping up and kissing his throat before gently sinking his teeth in and then suckling slowly. He pressed close, feeling the warmth that Gustave had given the vampire.
As soon as Elijah entered his space, Sharpe had wrapped his arms around the smaller vampire. Threading his fingers through the dark mess of hair Richard held Elijah close, enjoying the intimacy of the moment.
Drinking from Richard, Elijah held him close, only taking a few mouthfuls before he was lapping the wounds closed and kissing them. "Ah hell. Wow..."
"You have excellent taste."
"Mmmm," Elijah said, licking the still warm skin. "You busy?"
"Never too busy for a visit from you," Sharpe replied warmly. Richard pulled away enough to press his mouth to Elijah's temple. "Would you like to come inside?"
"Yes please," Elijah said, twisting his fingers in Richard's shirt.
Richard untangled himself from the smaller vampire, but not completely. One arm still holding Elijah close, he led them into his living room. "The chaise again? I know that you love it. Or something a bit more comfortable?"
"Chaise," Elijah said, following and licking his lips.
Richard chuckled, "You do love that chair..." Laying down across the length of the red chaise he smiled up at Elijah, "and I adore that about you."
"It's pretty - like you," Elijah said, laying down and sprawling across Richard. He rubbed their lips together. "Mmmm.."
Sharpe could lose himself in Elijah's kiss. The smaller vamp's passion would just overwhelm and consume him. He needed to touch Elijah, feel his skin on his. As one hand made its way under Elijah's shirt, Richard chuckled and pulled away a little, "we probably should have gotten naked first."
"No problem," Elijah said, straddling Richard and sitting up. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it before unzipping his jeans and then frowning. "Damn, gotta stand up." With a grin he stood and pushed his jeans down, towing off his shoes and stepping out of them.
He watched Elijah strip for a moment before tugging off his own shirt and wiggling out of his pants, while remaining seated. "Come back, imp," his arms outstretched.
"M'kay," Elijah said, moaning softly as his cool skin slid along Richard's warmer body. He wrapped his arms around Richard's neck and rubbed their noses together.
"Mmmm," Sharpe moaned in pleasure as Elijah's body cuddled up to his own. He had to admit he missed the little imp.
"How've you been?" Elijah asked, licking and kissing Richard's throat and jaw.
"I've been..." Sharpe’s breath caught in his throat as Elijah licked across his throat, "alright. Missed having you around. How about you?"
"Same," Elijah said, suddenly not willing to waste time on words when there was Richard skin under his tongue. He lapped at the vampire's Adam’s apple and then sucked at it.
"Fuck," Richard gasped. Eyes closed in pleasure, he teased, "you are welcome to take another nibble..."
Lifting his head, Elijah smiled, sinking one fang into Richard's lip and then pulling it out to suck at the coppery blood.
He tried to prevent himself from smiling to allow Elijah free reign with his lips. Inventive little fucker.
Slurping a bit, Elijah finally licked the hole closed and looked at Richard, eye glittering. He giggled and slid down the vampire's body, stopping to lick at Richard's belly button.
"Where are you going, little imp?"
One fang gently bites, making a hole in the tender skin at Richard's naval. With a smile Elijah licked the drops of blood that escape.
"MMm" he moaned again. "I suppose I'm a tasting menu tonight."
Elijah nodded and slipped further down, pressing his nose into the crisp curls at Richard's groin. He inhaled and hummed happily.
Reaching down, Richard ran his fingers through Elijah's tangled mess of hair. There was no denying that the deceptively innocent looking vampire was beautiful. And fucking talented too.
Nuzzling at Richard's cock, Elijah licked up it and then let a fang glint. He smiled. "Okay?"
"Fuck yeah," Richard hardened further just thinking of Elijah feeding from him so erotically.
Holding Richard with two fingers, Elijah licked across the tip, sighing happily and then placed a kiss on the vein on the underside. He touched his nose to the tight skin, inhaling the scent before sinking his fang into the spongy head and licked, sucking and moaning.
Though he had seen Elijah perform this act before, nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of having him feed so intimately. It was an absolute head-trip; all he could do was hold on for the ride.
Wrapping cool fingers around the base of Richard's cock, Elijah sucked the head, sliding his lips down and tightening them. He did this a few times and then reluctantly lifted his head off, bright blue eyes locked on Richard's green ones as he lapped the hole closed. "Yum."
Hands still buried in Elijah's hair, Richard tugged gently, trying to guide him upwards to kiss that wicked mouth.
Slithering up Richard's strong hard body, Elijah murmurs softly as he catches the vampire's mouth in a kiss. "Mmmm."
"Not that I'm complaining," Richard spoke into the other vamp's mouth. "But what brought on this lovely visit?"
"Went hunting and saw Gustave and," he shrugged, smiling and licking his lips. "And I thought of you and - I don't know - missed you."
"Missed you too imp," he pulled Elijah in tight, holding him for a moment. "Glad..." he coughed to clear the emotion out of his voice, "I'm glad you came for a visit." Pressing a kiss onto the smaller vamps lips, Sharpe pulled away with a cheeky grin and asked, "so... are you planning on fucking me tonight or just cuddling?"
"Pffft," Elijah says, voice dripping with snark. "I wanna cuddle I can find a golden retriever somewhere." He giggled.
"Not too far off, I am a blonde after all. You didn't mind cuddling on this chaise before, I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page," he lifted his hips, effectively rubbing their cocks together and reminding his companion of his aroused state.
"I know," Elijah said, groaning a bit and shifting to ride the ridge of Richard's cock. He reached and ran his fingers down the strong cheekbone. "Cuddle is great. Kissing is great to, but sometimes I need to be - inside you. Feel you - holding me in you." He gave a slight self-conscious shrug.
"You have to know I would never refuse you," as he spoke he moved in to place a kiss on Elijah's forehead. He allowed himself to bask a bit in the moment, the comfort of their embrace, before he spoke again. "Fuck me, imp."
"Hell yeah," Elijah said. "Lube?" He looked around as if expecting to see some magically appear.
"Fuck... s in the bedroom..."
"Wanna go in there? Or here?" He leaned over and licked Richard's chest, sucking at a hard nipple.
"Could you stand to be separated from this chair?" Sharpe chuckled. "Get off, we'll head for the bedroom..."
Huffing good naturedly, Elijah climbed off of Richard and moved in a slow, hip swaying walk to the bedroom.
Sharpe followed closely behind the sauntering vamp. It was the first time he'd seen Elijah in his bedroom and he had to admit, he liked it. Dropping down onto the bed he gestured towards the nightstand, "lube is in there."
Opening the drawer, Elijah pawed through it, crowing happily as he pulled out the lube. "Score." He turned and sat on the edge of the bed, smearing lube onto his palm and rubbing his cock. He looked at Richard. "On your back or hands and knees?"
"How do you want me?" he smirked. "After you brought me such a lovely present, I think you should have your preference."
"I wanna look at you," Elijah said. "Back then, kay?" He smeared more lube on his fingers and crawled toward Richard.
"Mmmhmmm" Richard agreed and watched with lust filled eyes as Elijah moved towards him. He needed to see those gorgeous blue eyes when he hit his peak.
Tucking his hand under Richard's balls, Elijah rubbed, finger finding his hole and circling it before pushing in. "Fuck tight."
"Mmmm," he moaned, "more... make me ready for you."
Quickly Elijah worked Richard open, stretching him carefully but quickly. He trembled with need until he finally pulled his fingers free and pushed Richard's leg up and shifted forward, pushing his cock against him.
Richard lifted his hips up, begging silently for Elijah to enter him.
With slow thrusting movements, Elijah finally seated himself inside of Richard. He looked down at him and swallowed. "Hey there handsome."
"Hey there imp," he enjoyed the pause. Just feeling Elijah inside him, the passion and urgency was still there just on the peripherals. Right now, though, Richard was completely content.
Laying his hands on Richard's chest, Elijah pulled his knees up and slowly moving in measured thrusts. He slid one hand so that he could flick at a taut nipple as he fucked the other vampire.
"S good lija..." Richard's hips fell into sync with Elijah's torturously slow rhythm.
"Real good," Elijah agreed. He smiled. "Um - lean up on your elbows. I wanna kiss you, but - um - can't reach when you lay back."
Richard smiled. Slowly he raised up onto his elbows bringing his mouth into Elijah's range.
Pushing forward, hips still pumping in a deep slow in and out, Elijah sighed as their lips met. He kissed Richard, licking into his mouth and across his lips.
His mouth opened to allow Elijah entrance. The slow rhythm of his hips was slowly driving him mad.
Pulling back, Elijah shifted and began to move deeper, slightly faster. He rubbed his hand across Richard's stomach and down, teasingly touching his dick.
"Fucking tease," Sharpe grumbled breathlessly as he leaned forward and nibbled on Elijah's neck.
Chuckling, Elijah wrapped his fingers around the thick cock and stroked slowly in time with his thrusts. "Fuck.." he grunted out. "Good.. damn good."
"s good... always fuckin good, imp." Sharpe couldn't catch his breath despite the slow rhythm.
As Elijah fucked Richard, hand moving on his cock, he slid the other one up and pinched his nipple, rolling it between his fingers as he moved. Grunting and huffing breath he swallowed. "Oh fuck, good, real real good..."
Richard wanted, no needed, Elijah to speed up the torturous pace. Pressing his hips upwards sharply, he lifted his head to capture the other vampire's mouth.
Kissing Richard, Elijah moved back, knees spread as he dug his toes into the mattress and smiled an innocent smile. "Hi Dickles."
Richard growled, though he wasn't sure if it was because of the nickname or Elijah's continued teasing.
"Oh?" Elijah blinked impossibly blue eyes. "Is Dickles not happy?" HE punctuated the word with a hard sharp thrust inward.
"O... fuck," that was what he was wanting, what he needed. "Like that... lija... "
"More of that?" Elijah said, shoving forward with each word.
Back arched, eyes closed, all Richard could do was nod. He needed more of that.
"God you are beautiful," Elijah whispered, looking down at Richard. He spoke soft words in a old forgotten language as he began to rock his hips, plunging deeper into the pliant body under him.
He could not make out Elijah's words, but the change that followed was obvious. Hips moving with the other vamp's, Richard pulled his heals up, pressing them against Elijah's ass, trying to encourage the little imp's actions.
Laughing, hand becoming a blur on Richard's cock, Elijah gripped the vampire's knee and began to thrust, fucking him hard and deep, shifting them both on the bed with his movements. He grunted, sucking in breath as he did.
"Fuck... imp..." Sharpe managed to pant out. His control was waning significantly, "can't hold off.."
"Me - me either," Elijah panted out. "C'mon Richard, c'mon on!" His thrust were hard and messy and jarring as Elijah felt his orgasm rush across him like an all-consuming fire.
Fingernails dug into Elijah's back as Richard's orgasm took over. The intense foreplay and tantalizingly slow rhythm had kept him on the edge for a greater part of the night. He needed this relief, craved it in fact. He held on tight to Elijah while his pleasure crested and began receding, leaving him in a pleasure induced haze.
Finally collapsing over Richard, Elijah gulped air. "Oh holy fucking wow," he muttered, turning his face to smear a kiss across Richard's chest. "Damn..."
He relaxed his grip but kept his arms wrapped around Elijah. "S good Imp..." He placed a kiss on the smaller vamp's brow before he continued, "Bringing me a treat and fucking me senseless.... you spoil me."
"Mmm, keep ya sassy, fat and happy." Elijah lifted his head and smiled at the blonde vampire. "You know what we should do now?"
"Hmmm.... I'm guessing that you don't just want to lay here in bask in the after glow, so why don't you tell me."
"We can bask for a while and then we should go down to the riverfront and see if we can get mugged and feed!" Elijah's eyes glittered and he licked his lips.
Sharpe just chuckled and pulled Elijah closer to his body. "You weren't joking about fat and happy were you? Just sit still for a moment and then yeah we'll go grab you some dinner. Wouldn't mind seeing you as the damsel in distress..."
Wriggling against the larger body Elijah smiled. "M'kay," he mumbled as he yawned. "Mmmm, yeah, maybe some of that basking first." He crinkled his nose. "Hang on." Lifting up he pulled from Richard's body, grabbing an edge of the sheet and wiping at the come smeared across Richard's stomach before flopping down next to him and wrapping an arm around him. "Mmm, there."
"Like you in my bed, imp..." Richard spoke softly. "You are always welcome in it."
"Like being here," Elijah said, getting comfortable. "Thanks," he added. "For that, for - you know.. letting me be here..."
"Any time at all... till you get sick of me..."