FIC: Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Title: Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Horror, AU,
Rating: PG-13
Verse: A Drop Of Blood (the Vampire!Steve 'verse)
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement. honeyjojamesfor giving birth to the verse with me and for the prompt 'RPS, vampire!Steve/Chris, dreams' that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: He's been having these dreams, dreams he can not explain...
He's been having these dreams, dreams he can not explain...
Dreams of Europe and boats, of blood, of silk, of whispers and growls, of pain and pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.
Dreams of the most beautiful, charismatic man he's ever seen; a man with a wild mane of golden hair, mischievous yet old eyes and a smile that curls his toes in fear and need.
Dreams that leave him waking up, shaking, trembling, plastered in sweat and come yet harder than he's ever been in his life.
Dreams that make him dread the day and anticipate the night, hate the sun and crave the moon.
Dreams that make him live to dream so that he can slide back down, back into the dreams, back to the golden-haired man.
~El Fin~
Author: Cassie Morgan (badfalcon)
Fandom: RPS - ITBN
Categories: Christian Kane/Steve Carlson, Horror, AU,
Rating: PG-13
Verse: A Drop Of Blood (the Vampire!Steve 'verse)
Thanks to: You, for reading. bellasianna as ever, for the beta, handholding, and encouragement. honeyjojamesfor giving birth to the verse with me and for the prompt 'RPS, vampire!Steve/Chris, dreams' that inspired this ficlet.
Disclaimer: Steve Carlson & Christian Kane are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Summary: He's been having these dreams, dreams he can not explain...
He's been having these dreams, dreams he can not explain...
Dreams of Europe and boats, of blood, of silk, of whispers and growls, of pain and pleasure beyond his wildest imagination.
Dreams of the most beautiful, charismatic man he's ever seen; a man with a wild mane of golden hair, mischievous yet old eyes and a smile that curls his toes in fear and need.
Dreams that leave him waking up, shaking, trembling, plastered in sweat and come yet harder than he's ever been in his life.
Dreams that make him dread the day and anticipate the night, hate the sun and crave the moon.
Dreams that make him live to dream so that he can slide back down, back into the dreams, back to the golden-haired man.
~El Fin~