Ascension Part 2
Title: Ascension Part 2
Fandom: Blood Ties
Category: Okay, it’s a little bit more slashy now (Mike/Henry); TVverse
Rating: R? M? Sorry, I don’t much care about ratings. It’s nothing explicit, but I’d say the subject matter itself might be offensive to some people, I guess.
Spoilers: Deep Dark.
Word count: 2700
Disclaimer: Not mine. Neither Blood Ties and its characters, nor Stargate and its characters.
Summary: Henry and Mike go undercover in a BDSM club.
A/N: Characters from Stargate SG-1 will be guest starring as members of Ascension. So far only Vala is mentioned indirectly.
ETA: Now beta-read by luvinmike. Thank you!
“Yeah.” Henry leaned into him and gently pushed him into the direction of the main room. “Don’t worry,” he whispered into Mike’s ear. “We’ll be fine. Just look dominant and glare at anybody who ogles me too closely. I know you can do that.”
They went in, passing two naked, chained women in giant birdcages close to the entrance. Henry pressed closer to Mike’s body while they slowed down to take in the club’s surroundings. Mike was so distracted by the sudden proximity of the vampire that he barely noticed the changes to the club from the day before, when it had been empty save for him and Vala Mal Doran, the owner of Ascension.
“We’ll take that booth at the back. Take my hand, sit down and draw me into your lap,” said Henry quietly, leaning close to his ear again.
Mike did as ordered. That wasn’t so bad so far. He could do this to prevent a Lord of Hell from entering Earth. He would do a lot more to prevent that. Henry was heavy in his lap. Mike automatically supported his back, while Henry leaned his head on his shoulder. He was cool, but not really cold. The silk of his shirt was soft and slippery under Mike’s hands. He was surprised how much he didn’t mind having the vampire in his lap. There was no creeping revulsion or disgust, just some apprehension. But Mike wasn’t really afraid that Henry would bite him, even though he was almost nuzzling his neck. He suspected he would have minded more if it had been him sitting in Henry’s lap. He was sure that, despite any appearance of seductiveness on Henry’s part, this was all just playacting for him and nothing more.
Once settled, Mike had the opportunity to see the main room while occupied by customers. He twitched at the sight of the freestanding St. Andrews Cross in the middle of the room, complete with padded restraints. At least it didn’t have any metal chains and cuffs.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Mike tipped his chin towards the thing.
Henry turned his head around. Mike was glad the cross wasn’t in the vampire’s direct line of sight. His skin crawled with … something, maybe shame. He could barely look at the thing. Henry turned back to him. “No. I’m almost 500 years old,” he whispered into Mike’s ear again. He felt his breath against his ear and neck and it made his skin crawl even more, or maybe shiver? “That wasn’t the first time I was tortured.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No.”
Mike pondered Henry’s age for a moment. He’d never really thought about it. Well, he had, but only in a vague ‘okay, that guy was born a few centuries ago’ way. “You’re too old for Vicki,” he said finally.
Henry threw his head back and laughed. “I’m too old for everybody. Though it’s funny that you mention Vicki and my age in one sentence. The first time I made a pass at Vicki she told me that it would look as if she had robbed the cradle if we were together.” He smiled fondly.
Mike was suddenly aware what he had to look like; an older man sitting in a BDSM club with a beautiful youth on his lap. He really hoped nobody he knew turned up at Ascension.
Henry arched into Mike’s hand on his back and Mike got the hint. He slid over into the rounded corner of the booth with Henry in his lap, leaned back, tried to settle comfortably, pulled Henry impossibly closer in an embrace, and let his hands wander slowly over his hips, sides and back. The silk shirt didn’t really hide anything from his sense of touch. He felt every curve and every toned muscle under the insubstantial layer of softness.
He looked around the club but tried not to stare, which wasn’t that easy with one guy feeding from a dog bowl one booth over and wearing nothing but a collar and a chain leash that was fastened to a ring on the table.
Ascension really wasn’t that different from any other club. It was dimly lit, had a bar and was full of people drinking drinks or kneeling beside the tables. Some of them were naked, some wore fantastic and imaginative costumes, and quite a few wore just elegant dark formal attire. There was nothing really outrageous going on, no whipping at every second table, nobody was fucking in plain sight, though Vala had told him teasingly the day before, that she was known to encourage such behavior. There was also a small buffet and one side of the room was dominated by a huge, unlit antique fireplace. Mike knew there were a few smaller themed rooms for playing, full of bondage gear. They would have to check them out later.
He tried to look for Astaroth, but some of the people wore masks. Mike guessed he wouldn’t be inconspicuous anymore if he asked them to take them off for a minute. He made a mental note to ask Vala about them. “What do you think Astaroth would wear in a club like this?” he asked Henry.
Henry grinned at him, “His cassock.”
“You’re joking.”
“No, I really think he’d wear a cassock. Maybe he would come with somebody dressed up as a nun on a leash.”
Mike snorted. “That’s quite enough of your depraved, sexual fantasies, Fitzroy.”
Henry smiled at him brightly and drew nearer, near enough that Mike picked up on the clean, herbal scent of his hair. Their lips almost touched. “Is mentioning my depraved, sexual fantasies supposed to be a hint for me?” Mike was suddenly very aware of Henry’s arm around his shoulders. He was trapped between Henry’s body and the back of the bench. Henry’s other hand slid up his chest, up his throat to the edge of Mike’s turtleneck. “Are you wearing a turtleneck on purpose?” Henry’s eyes were glittering and he looked like the most dangerous thing Mike had ever seen. Mike felt as if he were under a powerful magnetic pull, an aura that was equally arousing and terrifying. Henry tugged on the edge of the turtleneck and pushed a few fingers between the fabric and Mike’s skin. Mike drew in a breath and felt his heartbeat pick up.
Henry gently stroked the skin above Mike’s pulse point, his gaze preoccupied. Mike worked up his courage and leaned in. “What would you do if I kissed you?”
“You’re trying to change the topic.”
“And now you’re trying to change the topic.”
“Not at all. I’d kiss you back, of course.”
“Really?”
“Sure. You want to try me?”
They stared into each others’ eyes in a standoff for an indefinite amount of time. Mike was acutely aware that he just had to lean in one centimeter to touch Henry’s lips. He tried to back off. He really tried.
Somebody cleared their throat to their right. Mike broke away from Henry’s gaze. It was a couple decked out in latex. The female wore a gorgeous purple corsage. They were definitely ogling Henry. Mike glared at them and they hastily disappeared.
Henry grinned broadly at him. “See? That went perfectly.” He stroked Mike’s chest. “You are less awkward than I would have thought, actually. Were you here before?”
“No. Were you, before yesterday?”
“I am a vampire. I’m already kinky by myself. I don’t need any props.”
Mike smiled. “Point.”
“Besides, I don’t really like to play in a crowd. And I guess I might be too old for games like these.”
“It’s strange to hear you say it, but I totally get it.”
“You have quite a beauty there,” said a very unwelcome voice from above.
A woman had approached. Mike was confused for a moment. Then it occurred to him that she meant Henry, of course.
Henry turned his head and leaned against his chest, looking up at the leather-clad figure. Mike really didn’t want to know what Henry looked like right now, what expression he used, what gaze to deceive the Dom, to make her look back at him like that, as if she wanted to eat him, as if he was a steak platter, or maybe something more exotic, like an assorted fruits de mer dish?
It was strange. Mike didn’t really trust Henry, not with Vicki. Well, maybe he did trust him with Vicki. He was obviously smitten with her. But he didn’t trust him about his feeding habits. He still thought someday a body would turn up on the streets of Toronto or whatever city he would move to that would be attributable to Henry. But he completely and utterly trusted him to play these people who played with emotions and other people and relationships as if it were their daily bread, to outwit them, to know the right gestures and glances and expressions to make them believe … whatever he wanted them to believe. Mike even suspected Henry could be deceitful enough for both of them. He felt safe with him, not awkward at all as he had expected.
Mike also thought that Henry was the only real deal in Ascension. All these people dressed up and played, and sure, maybe they did mean it and maybe they had needs. But Henry was a truly old and powerful creature who actually could make almost anybody do anything he desired. Any self-respecting Dom would pale in envy.
And he chose to sit in Mike’s lap, disguised as a pretty young thing. It was almost flattering. But Mike didn’t delude himself. It didn’t mean a thing.
“You don’t share, do you?” asked the woman.
“No,” said Mike.
“Too bad,” she said, sounding truly disappointed, and then she was gone.
They went back to cuddling, or whatever it was they did. Henry was totally relaxed and curled up against his chest like a cat. He didn’t seem to mind being touched at all. And strangely Mike didn’t mind either. Then he remembered that he had a being in his lap that had had constant one-night-stands over the past few hundred years to feed. Of course he didn’t mind some casual slightly intimate touching. Mike slid a hand under Henry’s shirt and reached smooth bare skin.
“So, why did you leave Vicki?” Henry asked.
Mike slowly stroked down Henry’s spine. “She didn’t want me,” he said finally.
“Not true,” Henry insisted. “And besides, that’s not the reason, is it? Oh my god!” he straightened up and clutched Mike’s biceps. “You wanted her to go with me to keep her safe.”
Mike lowered his gaze and tried to pry Henry’s fingers loose, without any success. “Is that so bad?”
“No, not at all. I’m sorry, Mike. I should have noticed.” Henry put a hand against Mike’s cheek. There was something like compassion in his eyes. “I would have, if not for the blood loss. I’m sorry,” he murmured against Mike’s lips. And just like that they were kissing. Mike didn’t really know how that had happened, arguing about whom Vicki belonged to in one moment, kissing in the next. He would have stopped, really. But his body had other ideas. Henry’s lips opened under his and he tasted him thoroughly. He just couldn’t get enough. It was so sweet. Henry purred into his mouth and Mike was hard within a minute.
Then Mike pulled away. “Do you pity me?” He was livid. Henry grabbed his shoulders. Mike was sure he would leave bruises. His eyes were black. The vampire growled at him and pushed him deeper into the bench before taking back his mouth and suckling on his tongue. Pleasure crawled deeply in Mike. Henry nicked Mike’s bottom lip and sucked on it deliberately. Mike moaned. He pushed a hand into Henry’s hair and pulled, breathing heavily. Henry only allowed it after licking over his bottom lip one more time.
“Why are you sorry? Aren’t you glad I’m letting you have her?”
Henry smiled sadly, but his eyes were still languorous. “Mike, I gave up on Vicki a long time ago. Do you know how long it takes to pick a new territory?”
Mike looked at him incredulously. “You gave up on her? Why?”
“She doesn’t want me.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Henry smiled cockily. “Thank you.”
“Shut up,” Mike said and followed with a kiss to enforce the order.
“Does that mean …?” Henry murmured between kisses.
“No,” Mike murmured against his lips. “We just have to keep up the appearance.”
They just kissed for a while, slowly. Henry was pliant in his arms, allowing his touch everywhere. And Mike took advantage, stroking his thighs, his back and his chest. He kissed down to Henry’s jaw, tilting his head back with a hand in his silky hair.
Henry gave a truly heartfelt moan when he reached his neck. Mike teased the exposed skin around the collar with his lips and tongue. Henry tasted delicious. And Mike would have never thought he’d think something like that.
Henry’s skin seemed to warm under his tongue and his breathing became faster. Henry moaned again when Mike dragged his tongue over his pulse point. He tightened his hand on the back of Mike’s neck and drew slightly away from his mouth. “Not my neck, please, Mike,” he whispered into his ear. “You don’t want me to snack on you in here, do you?” To demonstrate he pulled the collar of the turtleneck down and closed his own lips over Mike’s neck, hiding what he was doing behind a veil of hair. Mike felt the points of his fangs against his skin and froze. He was suddenly and shockingly just a hairbreadth of coming in his pants. But Henry didn’t bite, just stayed that way. Mike didn’t dare breathe.
“No neck. I get it,” he whispered and Henry released him.
Mike released a careful breath and tried to get himself under control. “So, you ever thought about killing me?”
Henry groaned. “Not that again.”
“You can’t seriously tell me you’ve never thought about offing me to get a better chance at Vicki.”
“No, I can’t. You’ve annoyed me enough that I wanted to kill you on many occasions. But I wouldn’t hurt you, Detective.”
“Why not?”
Henry sighed. “I can’t believe how many misconceptions you have about me. You definitely watch too many horror movies. I wouldn’t want you to come to any harm.”
“Why?” repeated Mike stubbornly.
Henry raised his head and looked into his eyes. “Because you are a nice person and devoted to your calling.”
Mike looked at him incredulously. “You’re joking, right?”
“No. Why would I joke?”
Mike looked very unconvinced.
“You put yourself under my power willingly just for a small chance to find out more about the place where your kidnapped child was being held.” Henry paused. “I wonder what you would be willing to do for more substantial help with your cases to protect the citizens of this city.” His voice dropped into a deeper, hypnotic register.
“You’re telling me you would help me in exchange for blood?”
Henry smiled. “Sure I would. That would be worthwhile.”
Mike averted his gaze from the expression in Henry’s eyes. Henry went back to leaning against his shoulder and watching the room. Mike wanted to do that too. But Mike was suddenly very aware of his erection digging into Henry’s ass.
“Do you have to sit in my lap?” he asked.
“Yes. The rules for subs are strict here I’ve been told. I can either sit here or kneel on the floor, and I like your lap better.”
“So I could actually make you kneel beside me?”
Henry smiled and lowered his head to Mike’s neck. “If you cross the line, I won’t mind that much. But I’ll take it out of you after,” he whispered, his lips and teeth against the Detective’s neck. A tongue licked across his pulse point.
Mike stiffened slightly. “I get it.”
“Now,” Henry leaned up slightly. His hair brushed against Mike’s nose in the process. He looked into Mike’s eyes. He didn’t look pissed, not even near. He fortunately didn’t look hungry either, just amused. “We can’t have you looking nervous. You need to look relaxed.” He went back to kissing him.
Fandom: Blood Ties
Category: Okay, it’s a little bit more slashy now (Mike/Henry); TVverse
Rating: R? M? Sorry, I don’t much care about ratings. It’s nothing explicit, but I’d say the subject matter itself might be offensive to some people, I guess.
Spoilers: Deep Dark.
Word count: 2700
Disclaimer: Not mine. Neither Blood Ties and its characters, nor Stargate and its characters.
Summary: Henry and Mike go undercover in a BDSM club.
A/N: Characters from Stargate SG-1 will be guest starring as members of Ascension. So far only Vala is mentioned indirectly.
ETA: Now beta-read by luvinmike. Thank you!
“Yeah.” Henry leaned into him and gently pushed him into the direction of the main room. “Don’t worry,” he whispered into Mike’s ear. “We’ll be fine. Just look dominant and glare at anybody who ogles me too closely. I know you can do that.”
They went in, passing two naked, chained women in giant birdcages close to the entrance. Henry pressed closer to Mike’s body while they slowed down to take in the club’s surroundings. Mike was so distracted by the sudden proximity of the vampire that he barely noticed the changes to the club from the day before, when it had been empty save for him and Vala Mal Doran, the owner of Ascension.
“We’ll take that booth at the back. Take my hand, sit down and draw me into your lap,” said Henry quietly, leaning close to his ear again.
Mike did as ordered. That wasn’t so bad so far. He could do this to prevent a Lord of Hell from entering Earth. He would do a lot more to prevent that. Henry was heavy in his lap. Mike automatically supported his back, while Henry leaned his head on his shoulder. He was cool, but not really cold. The silk of his shirt was soft and slippery under Mike’s hands. He was surprised how much he didn’t mind having the vampire in his lap. There was no creeping revulsion or disgust, just some apprehension. But Mike wasn’t really afraid that Henry would bite him, even though he was almost nuzzling his neck. He suspected he would have minded more if it had been him sitting in Henry’s lap. He was sure that, despite any appearance of seductiveness on Henry’s part, this was all just playacting for him and nothing more.
Once settled, Mike had the opportunity to see the main room while occupied by customers. He twitched at the sight of the freestanding St. Andrews Cross in the middle of the room, complete with padded restraints. At least it didn’t have any metal chains and cuffs.
“Doesn’t that bother you?” Mike tipped his chin towards the thing.
Henry turned his head around. Mike was glad the cross wasn’t in the vampire’s direct line of sight. His skin crawled with … something, maybe shame. He could barely look at the thing. Henry turned back to him. “No. I’m almost 500 years old,” he whispered into Mike’s ear again. He felt his breath against his ear and neck and it made his skin crawl even more, or maybe shiver? “That wasn’t the first time I was tortured.”
“It wasn’t?”
“No.”
Mike pondered Henry’s age for a moment. He’d never really thought about it. Well, he had, but only in a vague ‘okay, that guy was born a few centuries ago’ way. “You’re too old for Vicki,” he said finally.
Henry threw his head back and laughed. “I’m too old for everybody. Though it’s funny that you mention Vicki and my age in one sentence. The first time I made a pass at Vicki she told me that it would look as if she had robbed the cradle if we were together.” He smiled fondly.
Mike was suddenly aware what he had to look like; an older man sitting in a BDSM club with a beautiful youth on his lap. He really hoped nobody he knew turned up at Ascension.
Henry arched into Mike’s hand on his back and Mike got the hint. He slid over into the rounded corner of the booth with Henry in his lap, leaned back, tried to settle comfortably, pulled Henry impossibly closer in an embrace, and let his hands wander slowly over his hips, sides and back. The silk shirt didn’t really hide anything from his sense of touch. He felt every curve and every toned muscle under the insubstantial layer of softness.
He looked around the club but tried not to stare, which wasn’t that easy with one guy feeding from a dog bowl one booth over and wearing nothing but a collar and a chain leash that was fastened to a ring on the table.
Ascension really wasn’t that different from any other club. It was dimly lit, had a bar and was full of people drinking drinks or kneeling beside the tables. Some of them were naked, some wore fantastic and imaginative costumes, and quite a few wore just elegant dark formal attire. There was nothing really outrageous going on, no whipping at every second table, nobody was fucking in plain sight, though Vala had told him teasingly the day before, that she was known to encourage such behavior. There was also a small buffet and one side of the room was dominated by a huge, unlit antique fireplace. Mike knew there were a few smaller themed rooms for playing, full of bondage gear. They would have to check them out later.
He tried to look for Astaroth, but some of the people wore masks. Mike guessed he wouldn’t be inconspicuous anymore if he asked them to take them off for a minute. He made a mental note to ask Vala about them. “What do you think Astaroth would wear in a club like this?” he asked Henry.
Henry grinned at him, “His cassock.”
“You’re joking.”
“No, I really think he’d wear a cassock. Maybe he would come with somebody dressed up as a nun on a leash.”
Mike snorted. “That’s quite enough of your depraved, sexual fantasies, Fitzroy.”
Henry smiled at him brightly and drew nearer, near enough that Mike picked up on the clean, herbal scent of his hair. Their lips almost touched. “Is mentioning my depraved, sexual fantasies supposed to be a hint for me?” Mike was suddenly very aware of Henry’s arm around his shoulders. He was trapped between Henry’s body and the back of the bench. Henry’s other hand slid up his chest, up his throat to the edge of Mike’s turtleneck. “Are you wearing a turtleneck on purpose?” Henry’s eyes were glittering and he looked like the most dangerous thing Mike had ever seen. Mike felt as if he were under a powerful magnetic pull, an aura that was equally arousing and terrifying. Henry tugged on the edge of the turtleneck and pushed a few fingers between the fabric and Mike’s skin. Mike drew in a breath and felt his heartbeat pick up.
Henry gently stroked the skin above Mike’s pulse point, his gaze preoccupied. Mike worked up his courage and leaned in. “What would you do if I kissed you?”
“You’re trying to change the topic.”
“And now you’re trying to change the topic.”
“Not at all. I’d kiss you back, of course.”
“Really?”
“Sure. You want to try me?”
They stared into each others’ eyes in a standoff for an indefinite amount of time. Mike was acutely aware that he just had to lean in one centimeter to touch Henry’s lips. He tried to back off. He really tried.
Somebody cleared their throat to their right. Mike broke away from Henry’s gaze. It was a couple decked out in latex. The female wore a gorgeous purple corsage. They were definitely ogling Henry. Mike glared at them and they hastily disappeared.
Henry grinned broadly at him. “See? That went perfectly.” He stroked Mike’s chest. “You are less awkward than I would have thought, actually. Were you here before?”
“No. Were you, before yesterday?”
“I am a vampire. I’m already kinky by myself. I don’t need any props.”
Mike smiled. “Point.”
“Besides, I don’t really like to play in a crowd. And I guess I might be too old for games like these.”
“It’s strange to hear you say it, but I totally get it.”
“You have quite a beauty there,” said a very unwelcome voice from above.
A woman had approached. Mike was confused for a moment. Then it occurred to him that she meant Henry, of course.
Henry turned his head and leaned against his chest, looking up at the leather-clad figure. Mike really didn’t want to know what Henry looked like right now, what expression he used, what gaze to deceive the Dom, to make her look back at him like that, as if she wanted to eat him, as if he was a steak platter, or maybe something more exotic, like an assorted fruits de mer dish?
It was strange. Mike didn’t really trust Henry, not with Vicki. Well, maybe he did trust him with Vicki. He was obviously smitten with her. But he didn’t trust him about his feeding habits. He still thought someday a body would turn up on the streets of Toronto or whatever city he would move to that would be attributable to Henry. But he completely and utterly trusted him to play these people who played with emotions and other people and relationships as if it were their daily bread, to outwit them, to know the right gestures and glances and expressions to make them believe … whatever he wanted them to believe. Mike even suspected Henry could be deceitful enough for both of them. He felt safe with him, not awkward at all as he had expected.
Mike also thought that Henry was the only real deal in Ascension. All these people dressed up and played, and sure, maybe they did mean it and maybe they had needs. But Henry was a truly old and powerful creature who actually could make almost anybody do anything he desired. Any self-respecting Dom would pale in envy.
And he chose to sit in Mike’s lap, disguised as a pretty young thing. It was almost flattering. But Mike didn’t delude himself. It didn’t mean a thing.
“You don’t share, do you?” asked the woman.
“No,” said Mike.
“Too bad,” she said, sounding truly disappointed, and then she was gone.
They went back to cuddling, or whatever it was they did. Henry was totally relaxed and curled up against his chest like a cat. He didn’t seem to mind being touched at all. And strangely Mike didn’t mind either. Then he remembered that he had a being in his lap that had had constant one-night-stands over the past few hundred years to feed. Of course he didn’t mind some casual slightly intimate touching. Mike slid a hand under Henry’s shirt and reached smooth bare skin.
“So, why did you leave Vicki?” Henry asked.
Mike slowly stroked down Henry’s spine. “She didn’t want me,” he said finally.
“Not true,” Henry insisted. “And besides, that’s not the reason, is it? Oh my god!” he straightened up and clutched Mike’s biceps. “You wanted her to go with me to keep her safe.”
Mike lowered his gaze and tried to pry Henry’s fingers loose, without any success. “Is that so bad?”
“No, not at all. I’m sorry, Mike. I should have noticed.” Henry put a hand against Mike’s cheek. There was something like compassion in his eyes. “I would have, if not for the blood loss. I’m sorry,” he murmured against Mike’s lips. And just like that they were kissing. Mike didn’t really know how that had happened, arguing about whom Vicki belonged to in one moment, kissing in the next. He would have stopped, really. But his body had other ideas. Henry’s lips opened under his and he tasted him thoroughly. He just couldn’t get enough. It was so sweet. Henry purred into his mouth and Mike was hard within a minute.
Then Mike pulled away. “Do you pity me?” He was livid. Henry grabbed his shoulders. Mike was sure he would leave bruises. His eyes were black. The vampire growled at him and pushed him deeper into the bench before taking back his mouth and suckling on his tongue. Pleasure crawled deeply in Mike. Henry nicked Mike’s bottom lip and sucked on it deliberately. Mike moaned. He pushed a hand into Henry’s hair and pulled, breathing heavily. Henry only allowed it after licking over his bottom lip one more time.
“Why are you sorry? Aren’t you glad I’m letting you have her?”
Henry smiled sadly, but his eyes were still languorous. “Mike, I gave up on Vicki a long time ago. Do you know how long it takes to pick a new territory?”
Mike looked at him incredulously. “You gave up on her? Why?”
“She doesn’t want me.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Henry smiled cockily. “Thank you.”
“Shut up,” Mike said and followed with a kiss to enforce the order.
“Does that mean …?” Henry murmured between kisses.
“No,” Mike murmured against his lips. “We just have to keep up the appearance.”
They just kissed for a while, slowly. Henry was pliant in his arms, allowing his touch everywhere. And Mike took advantage, stroking his thighs, his back and his chest. He kissed down to Henry’s jaw, tilting his head back with a hand in his silky hair.
Henry gave a truly heartfelt moan when he reached his neck. Mike teased the exposed skin around the collar with his lips and tongue. Henry tasted delicious. And Mike would have never thought he’d think something like that.
Henry’s skin seemed to warm under his tongue and his breathing became faster. Henry moaned again when Mike dragged his tongue over his pulse point. He tightened his hand on the back of Mike’s neck and drew slightly away from his mouth. “Not my neck, please, Mike,” he whispered into his ear. “You don’t want me to snack on you in here, do you?” To demonstrate he pulled the collar of the turtleneck down and closed his own lips over Mike’s neck, hiding what he was doing behind a veil of hair. Mike felt the points of his fangs against his skin and froze. He was suddenly and shockingly just a hairbreadth of coming in his pants. But Henry didn’t bite, just stayed that way. Mike didn’t dare breathe.
“No neck. I get it,” he whispered and Henry released him.
Mike released a careful breath and tried to get himself under control. “So, you ever thought about killing me?”
Henry groaned. “Not that again.”
“You can’t seriously tell me you’ve never thought about offing me to get a better chance at Vicki.”
“No, I can’t. You’ve annoyed me enough that I wanted to kill you on many occasions. But I wouldn’t hurt you, Detective.”
“Why not?”
Henry sighed. “I can’t believe how many misconceptions you have about me. You definitely watch too many horror movies. I wouldn’t want you to come to any harm.”
“Why?” repeated Mike stubbornly.
Henry raised his head and looked into his eyes. “Because you are a nice person and devoted to your calling.”
Mike looked at him incredulously. “You’re joking, right?”
“No. Why would I joke?”
Mike looked very unconvinced.
“You put yourself under my power willingly just for a small chance to find out more about the place where your kidnapped child was being held.” Henry paused. “I wonder what you would be willing to do for more substantial help with your cases to protect the citizens of this city.” His voice dropped into a deeper, hypnotic register.
“You’re telling me you would help me in exchange for blood?”
Henry smiled. “Sure I would. That would be worthwhile.”
Mike averted his gaze from the expression in Henry’s eyes. Henry went back to leaning against his shoulder and watching the room. Mike wanted to do that too. But Mike was suddenly very aware of his erection digging into Henry’s ass.
“Do you have to sit in my lap?” he asked.
“Yes. The rules for subs are strict here I’ve been told. I can either sit here or kneel on the floor, and I like your lap better.”
“So I could actually make you kneel beside me?”
Henry smiled and lowered his head to Mike’s neck. “If you cross the line, I won’t mind that much. But I’ll take it out of you after,” he whispered, his lips and teeth against the Detective’s neck. A tongue licked across his pulse point.
Mike stiffened slightly. “I get it.”
“Now,” Henry leaned up slightly. His hair brushed against Mike’s nose in the process. He looked into Mike’s eyes. He didn’t look pissed, not even near. He fortunately didn’t look hungry either, just amused. “We can’t have you looking nervous. You need to look relaxed.” He went back to kissing him.