Andre/Sharpe - 01 - Time Passages - I suppose I am a bit obvious in my excitement
Richard Sharpe was excited. The fact could not be denied or ignored by himself or the passers by who witnessed the bounce in his step as he quickly walked down the New Orleans sidewalk at dusk. He had received an eagerly anticipated phone call today before he left his office. His sword was ready to be purchased and brought home. As Sharpe approached the shop and grabbed the large knocker to signal his arrival, he couldn't help but ponder if his excitement based more on the sword or the shopkeeper.
The crunch of gravel had heralded Richard's approach and Andre grinned, there was definitely a bouncy pep to his step. "Come in Richard." His words were more whisper than anything, but the vampire knew his visitor would hear him without trouble.
Walking into the store, Sharpe took stock of the changes and additions to the store. When his eyes landed on the shopkeeper he offered a small, but genuine, smile. "I received your message..."
"... and wasted no time in coming down. Welcome my friend." Stepping toward the other vampire, Andre opened his arms and gave a quick hug. "I'm glad this piece is going to someone who will appreciate it."
If it were possible, Richard would have been blushing as Andre's arms enveloped him. "I suppose I am a bit obvious in my excitement."
"Completely understandable." Releasing the other vampire, not missing the lack of a returned hug, Andre stepped back. "Come, we can relax in the library for a bit... that is if you have time?"
"I would not have come if I did not have time to spend, Andre." Sharpe smiled and placed a slightly awkward hand on Andre's shoulder. He was a bit unsure how best to interact with the shopkeeper after their night of shared passion. Richard typically avoided sexual entanglements with people that he worked with, and he couldn't quite figure out if his purchase crossed that line. He did, however, enjoy Andre's presence and he could sense no ill will from the other vampire.
"You're always welcome, you don't need a reason Richard." Moving down the hallway, the door locked for the night, Andre flipped the switch and bathed the room in a soft golden glow. "I love that chandelier, it's a replica of the one in Craigdarroch Castle." Indicating that Richard could sit anywhere, the older Vampire moved to the locked cabinet. "What do you like?"
"Whatever you are having," Sharpe replied as he sat down on a nearby settee, eyes not quite leaving the beautiful light fixture. Modern man just did not seam to appreciate old world beauty such as this.
"I'm tempted to go into the wine cellar and bring back a bottle of Petrus... or, one I’m sure you'll more than appreciate; a 1787 Chateau Lafite." Reaching in to the cabinet, Andre instead selected a round bottle. "I have to admit a certain weakness for Royal Chambord." Moments later, Andre had poured two glasses and handed one to Richard. "What shall we drink to my friend?"
"Why not..." Sharpe pondered for a moment before lifting his glass, "to our continued friendship. Assuming it is not over now that I am making my purchase."
"I never make friends over a sale," Leaning forward, Andre stared intently at the other vampire, showing him how strongly his words were meant. "I've made many sales before my friend, and none of them have grown into friendship."
"Well then," Sharpe stood and placed his drink on the nearby liquor cart. "I'm sorry that I misread the situation. I will make my payment and be out of your way Mr. Marek."
"Sit down. Please." Andre leaned back, his brow raised as he viewed the other vampire. "You English, always a prickly lot. Do you normally jump to conclusions after being called 'my friend' more than once?"
Biting his bottom lip, Sharpe paused trying to rain in his emotion. "And you Scottsman are so callous, not thinking through your own words. I came here for a sale the first time... today as well. I had hoped that after everything we were friends, I am sorry for not reading the right intention in your words."
"It's quiet obvious my friend, that this evening, you are suffering from a severe case of cranial anal inversion." Andre kept his tone even, almost amused by the aggressive stance of the former solider.
He fought it, he really did try to; however, all attempts to maintain a straight face were negated by the other vampire's quip. When he broke, it wasn't just the smile that tore across his face but also a deep throaty chuckle that erupted from his throat. He needed the laugh. Anxious energy and stress from work had him so wound up that he had in face developed a case of the aforementioned disorder. Posture relaxed, laugher dying of, Sharpe sank back into his seat.
"Thank you. Feel better now?" It wasn't said, but Andre's tone held the unspoken 'after you little show of snit?'. "So, Richard... how was your day?"
"A bit tense, if you can't tell. University life is a pain in the arse." Reaching for his discarded glass he continued, "And yours, my friend?"
"Very quiet tonight, which is why I'm glad you came this evening. Gives us time to relax and chat." Tapping his crystal off the other vampires, Andre sat back once more. "You're off for a while? Can enjoy your new toy?"
"Yes... thankfully I do not take on any summer classes so I can have a few months of peace." Sharpe took a healthy sip from his glass and savored the flavors playing on his tongue.
"Any plans aside from relaxing?" Taking his own sip, Andre nearly moaned as the sweet raspberry liqueur teased his taste buds.
Sharpe could not deny that the timber of Andre's moan left his pants feeling snugger than when he had walked in. He looked over his host before replying, "I have just recently figured out that life, even lives such as ours, and are too unpredictable to make solid plans. I will take things as they come." He gave a little shrug and brought his glass to his lips.
"Well, I certainly hope those non-plans include a trip here once in a while; I'm always getting in some very interesting things." As subtle hints, it sucked, but Andre didn't care - his grin showed that.
He returned the grin on Andre's face, understanding the implications of his poorly veiled message. "Of course, time traveler. I foresee that my home might soon be over run with antiques; a justification for multiple visits to your fine store."
"Actually," Knocking the bottom of his glass against Richard's, the soft tinkling filling the room, the older vampire grinned wider, showing his fangs, "I was also thinking we could once in a while go for something to 'drink' in town?"
"That," Sharpe smiled. "Sounds lovely." Sharpe slid down in the chair, legs falling open slightly as he relaxed in Andre's presence.
His eyes were automatically drawn to the crotch so beautifully displayed before him, "An invitation?"
"For drinks? Or more?" Sharpe's tone was playful. "I should think I could always be open for both, Andre."
"You don't need an invitation for the 'or more' Richard... that is a given." Now, perched on the edge of his chair, elbows resting on parted knees as his hands cradle the glass of liqueur, Andre slides his eyes up the broad chest. "I like the fact that you are... open to things, keeps life interesting... and full of pleasure."
One side of his mouth curled up in amusement, Sharpe replied "what sense in there in turning our eternity into monotony. Variety is of course the spice of life and I have found that I quite enjoy the freedom."
"Some 'spices' may be too hot to handle, but it's the pleasure of finding out that's fun." Placing the tumbler on the table, Andre slipped to his knees and moved toward Richard.
Slipping further down into his seat, Sharpe smiled at his friend. "I most certainly agree with you, my dear Andre. And we have all the time in the world with which to sample."
In a blink the teasing light was replaced with one of want and lust as Andre moved closer. His hands, resting on Richard's knees, crept upwards toward the well-muscled thighs. "I'm in the mood to sample... feeling a bit peckish at the moment. Care to indulge me?"
"I would hate to leave you wanting, my friend." His voice had grown deep in his arousal, accent thickening his words.
Sitting back on his heels, Andre grinned once more, "Or we could play chess?"
"I don't fucking think so," Sharpe growled as he leaned forward. Threading his fingers in Andre's hair he brought his mouth crashing down to meet the other vamp's in a hungry kiss.
Wrapping his arms around the wide chest and back, Andre tugged hard, pulling Richard toward him and sending both of them crashing onto the floor. "Better," was the only word he managed before trying to push his tongue into the other vamps mouth. Sliding one leg to the side, he created a nice little cradle, one that held Sharpe's body close to his own. Growling at the pressured heat, Andre bucked up.
Andre's growl prompted one of his own as Sharpe pressed himself into the other vamp. Rubbing his cloth covered cock against Andre's, Sharpe nibbled lightly on his neck before whispering against his skin, "Off.... clothes off."
"Then take them." It wasn't often Andre willingly gave control, but tonight, he wanted to. Wanted Richard to control him, to take, use and give pleasure.
Sharpe bit his lip to prevent himself from groaning. Pressing his crotch into Andre one more time, Richard pulled back to stare into the Scotsman's eyes. He tried to read the intent locked within the vamp's eyes. Once he was satisfied that the invitation was genuine, Sharpe leaned forward to catch Andre's mouth while reaching for the hem of his shirt and lifting upwards.
Obliging, Andre lifted his arms above his head, making it easier for the shirt to be removed.
His lips withdrew from Andre's as he pulled the other vamp's shirt over his head, flinging it across the room. Sharpe's hands moved quickly down the planes of Andre's chest before settling at the top of his pants. Smiling down, Sharpe grasped Andre's cock through the material of his pants before moving to undo them.
Sharpe’s hand felt incredible, warm and wonderful; groaning as the blood pooled into the hardening flesh. "God-fuck, I want you!" Impatient, Andre shifted his hips up, shoved the other vampire's hands out of the way and began working his zipper. "Shit.. help me get these damned things off."
Grabbing the pants close to Andre's ankles, Sharpe pulled slipping them down his legs.
Kicking his shoes off, the pants tangled in them, Andre reached up for Richard's shirt. "Strip, now."
"Bossy tonight," Sharpe chuckled as he pulled his own shirt over his head.
"Just because I'm going to bottom, doesn't mean I'm not 'alpha' - shit, that almost sounded Were!" Grinning, Andre slid his hand over his chest, down through the wiry curls and idly traced his fingers over his thick and hard cock.
"Fuck," Sharpe murmured before he made quick work of his own pants, which had just recently become the bane of his existence.
"That's what I'm hoping for." Licking his lips, Andre let his eyes roam over the golden expanse of bared flesh.
The evil barrier formerly known as his pant were finally gone, and Sharpe couldn't get back to Andre quickly enough. Instantly he resumed his place in between the other vamp's legs, pressing their cocks together. "I intend to give you what you hope for my friend."
"Then more action man of war, and less talk!" Hitching his hips up, Andre growled low and deep in his throat when their crotches brushed again.
Sharpe moaned at the intimate contact but pulled away, trying to catch a moment of mental clarity in the fog of lust. "Do you have anything near by... to ease the way?"
"Always prepared." Reaching up to the small table, Andre pulled open the drawer. "Lube, in there."
"Just like a good former soldier should be," Sharpe reached into the drawer. Grabbing the lube, he smiled down at Andre, "now lets see about getting you completely prepared." The tube clicked as it opened. Richard squeezed a healthy amount onto his fingers, rubbing them together to warm it up a bit. "This new lubricant is so ingenious don't you think? Much less expensive than keeping stocked on scented oils and whatnot." He ended his musing by rubbing one slicked digit around Andre's entrance.
"Always hated the oils... they usually smelled of some... mmmm... that's nice... more? Smelled of some woman's boudoir... not exactly what I wanted me nether regions to smell like." Closing his eyes, Andre licked then chewed on his lip, enjoying the sensations playing with him.
Slipping his finger into Andre, Sharpe nipped at his neck. "Certainly don't want to associate your nether regions with the fairer sex." With one hand occupied slowly teasing Andre's entrance, Sharpe brought the other around to grasp the other vamp's cock. "Definitely all male here."
Pulling one leg to his chest, Andre relaxed his body, opening himself to Richard's ministrations. "Thank god you're all man too..." Tipping his hips once more, the older vampire tilted his neck as well, inviting his lover to make free with his body.
A second finger joined the first and Sharpe immediately began to scissor them, stretching Andre and simultaneously seeking out the other vamp's prostate. He took one long, slow lick along Andre's neck before he whispered against the flesh, "When you come, I want to bite you... taste you... your pleasure. Do I have your permission to taste you, Andre?"
"Yes," Reaching up, he stroked his fingers along Richard's cheek, "I would enjoy that. Very much." Squeezing his lower muscles, the pressing down, Andre brought the other vampires face to his for a kiss. "I'm ready; please?"
"Only because you asked so nicely," Sharpe smirked. Repositioning himself, he positioned himself at Andre's entrance and slowly breached the tight ring of muscle.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Closing his eyes, Andre relaxed further; his body accepting the rigid length as it filled him. "So good..."
The slow and steady pace continued as Richard continued to inch his length into the gorgeous shopkeeper below him. "Bloody good..." he growled in agreement.
Lifting his other leg, he wrapped both around Richard's back, "I'm not made of glass... take me!"
Words sparked action and Richard, with a sharp thrust, fully sheathed himself before pulling out and slamming back in again, setting a hard, fast pace.
"Yes.. much better!" Bringing his hands to the other vampire's back, Andre scored the golden skin, nails sinking into smooth flesh.
With well aimed strokes Richard eased into a steady pounding rhythm, determined to drive the other vampire over the edge. "The fuckin best..."
Between the friction within him, and the rough/scratching at his back, André closed his eyes, enjoyment at giving up control to another a wonderful feeling. Sliding his arms up from Richard's smooth back to his shoulders, the older vampire tugged him down for a kiss. "Put that mouth to good use."
Maintaining a steady rhythm, Sharpe threw himself into the kiss. The taste and texture or Andre's mouth further heightened his desire.
Pulling away far enough to speak against Andre's lips, Sharpe panted out, "Tell me... when you're close..... I have to taste it...."
"Ohfuck.. keep doing that and I shall never wish for close again!" Arching up into the relentless thrusts, the elder vampire bowed his body, shoulders deep into the rug beneath him. "Little more... just more..." It was within him, the urge to rip and suck, to sink his fangs deep and take from Richard, to give to Richard all that was growing. He was close and moving closer, the sharp taste of passion on his skin.
Reaching one hand in between their writhing bodies, Richard grasped Andre's cock and began stroking it in sync with the rhythm of their fucking. He was so close himself and he wanted... no needed to bring the other vamp to the edge.
There it was, the touch he needed; head to the side, neck exposed, Andre clenched his lower muscles. "Now... please now!"
The invitation was fresh on Andre's lips when Sharpe's mouth descended on the other vamp's neck. His tongue took one long, slow swipe along the exposed flesh before his fangs pierced the skin while his hips and hand picked up the pace.
The rippling turned into a full body shudder as he felt his blood being sucked from him; moaning, Andre locked his legs tighter, his hands touching any part of the vampire above him. "Fuck me... more!"
The passion in Andre's blood coupled with the lust filled voice nearly undid him. Continuing his pace, Richard aimed each thrust for the other vamp's prostate. Pausing, briefly, his pull from Andre's throat Sharpe murmured against his neck, "Cum for me."
"Yesssss..." Finding his fingers tangled in the thick hair, Andre pushed Richard's mouth firmly against his neck once more, "feed from me." Pushing up with his hips, the older vampire squeezed tighter, groaning at the increased friction, which was enough to push him over the edge, sending him spiraling into the mind-numbing orgasm.
Richard savored each pull from Andre's neck. Tasting the heat and passion of the other vampire's release wash over him triggered his own. As the intensity of the orgasm began to wane Sharpe relaxed his grip on Andre, sealed the wound, and curled himself around the other vamp.
A long, heavy sigh lifted his chest, his body sinking once more to the rug. "Shit.. that was amazing." He still felt his climax, his fingers and toes tingling with it. Andre loosely wrapped one arm around the other vampire, nuzzling into his shoulder.
"Bloody brilliant, that was," Richard mumbled, refusing to relinquish the other vamp's body even though he knew he would need to leave before the night was through.
"You're thinking... you should be too tired to think right now." Andre slowly lowered his legs, 'mmmming' at the shift within him. "What are you thinking about?"
"That I don't want to move"
"I can't blame you for that, I find I'm rather reluctant to move as well." Carding his fingers through Richard's hair, Andre sighed, "I'd offer you the use of the room, but those curtains are down for repair and the sun would invade it." Shifting again, as much to feel the other vampire within him, Andre smiled. "Besides, I have a feeling you'd like to take your new toy home and uhm... polish it. Let me call you a car."
"Does that require me moving from this spot?" Sharpe chuckled and snuggled in closer to Andre. "I'd hate for you to think I came here to fuck and run."
"No moving for a bit I think... what you're doing right now is fine." Andre just simply loved having a heavy body on him, the feeling of being surrounded and held... "I don't think you came here for a fuck and run, but maybe the sword, a fuck then beating the sun."
"Stupid fucking sun," Sharpe grumbled. "Always ruining our fun."
"Yeah, but we make up for it in other ways," Running his fingers up and down Richard's back, Andre 'mmmmmmmmmd'. "Shame.. real shame. Then we could make up for missed fun."
"As wonderful as round two sounds, I fear I need to go before it’s too late," Richard sighed. He hated to leave the other vamp's comfortable embrace.
"There will be other times." His tone was confident; his eyes however, were soft and full of the promise. "We have an eternity to have fun with each other." Sliding to the side, Andre rolled and sat up, "I need to call Niko... he's my driver. I'd trust you with no one else."