A Repost With Permission from the Author
In pheral's post here she offered to write "Festive Whumpfic Gifts" for people on her friends list. She closed the post to new requests on the 23rd so don't get ideas. Then pheral got the gifts posted for Christmas and among them was my Blood Ties request here. I loved it so much I asked her if I could repost it in my journal so it'd be archived here as well as in her LJ. Happily she told me, "You're absolutely welcome to yes! I'm honored you want to." So, I'm now archiving my Festive Blood Ties Whumpfic here.
Requestor: beccadg
Fandom: Blood Ties
Character: Henry Fitzroy
Comforter: Mike Celluci
Comment: I tried to give this a bit of slash (because I know you like that) but I've never written slash before - which might explain why this is a bit rubbish (and jarring). Did my best though, and it was fun writing for these two! And sorry your second never got written, I was really looking forward to it but it wasn't to be. If it ever writes itself in my head I'll be sure to get it down on paper and chuck it your way!
"I had no idea there were seasonal demons," Mike commented, a hint of disdain and sarcasm betraying his discomfort with the world of the supernatural. He shifted his hold under Henry's armpit, trying to get a better grip on the drooping vampire at his side.
"Most myths and folklore have a foundation in truth," Henry gasped, desperate black eyes turning towards the Detective, lips parting to let out a ragged breath and the tips of sharp fangs. Weaving down the darkened alley, orange streetlights reflecting off slick brickwork to either side, they clung to each other. Mike sensed a shift in body weight and lifted a guarding hand to press against Henry's chest as he tipped forward. Steadying them and trying to ignore his charge's predatory gaze, Mike tipped his face up and away.
Regaining their footing, they pressed on. Henry's strained breaths slowly turned to quiet grating whines, Mike's hand now slipping on cold blood. He tightened his grip around Henry's slender waist, feeling firm muscle beneath fabric.
"But... getting your ass kicked by one of Santa's elves? That's gotta hurt."
"It wasn't an elf," Henry snapped weakly, feeling fangs slide against his lips, hearing Mike's blood thrumming through his veins. He already had one hand ensnared in Mike's shirt - he could pull him in, tip his neck back, bare that tempting piece of flesh and sink his teeth into a vein... His knees buckled and he let out a groan of agony as they hit the pavement, Mike grappling to stop them both sinking to the floor. Grasping around Henry's chest from behind, he settled for a controlled collapse and they kneeled for a second.
"My car is right there, can you make it?"
Deep, painful breathing was his only reply. Frowning a little in concern, he got himself into a crouch, and heaved Henry bodily to his feet, dragging the smaller man towards the vehicle. His hand sank into the bloody hole in the vampire's stomach, eliciting a gasp of pain.
"Sorry," Mike grunted, struggling to keep them both upright and fumbling for his keys. With the back door opened, he levered Henry delicately into the back seat. "Don't get blood on the upholstery," he requested half-heartedly, sparing a seconds glance for Henry's hollow stare. Dragging his attention back from those soulless black eyes, he sank into the driver's seat and gunned the engine.
Ten minutes later and Mike pulled the car into the sidewalk, quieting the engine, its sound replaced by that of Henry's harsh breathing. Climbing out and casting a look around the dark deserted street, he opened the back door of his car. The vampire lay still and pale along the seat, his breathing quickening as Mike reached out and got a firm grip on his waist to drag him out of the car. The sickly sweet smell of blood mixed with cold night air as Henry collapsed to his knees on the pavement, one hand twisted into the Detective's overcoat. Slamming the back door of the car, Mike took a deep breath and looked down at Henry's drooping form. Leaning down, he pushed his shoulder under the vampires bloody stomach, and lifted him over his shoulder, ignoring the pained moans.
"The doorman..." Henry whispered, his voice gritty, blood on his lips.
"Don't worry," Mike replied, "I'll tell him we're just married and I'm carrying you over the threshold." From behind him, he thought he heard choked laughter.
In the end, the doorman wasn't there to deceive. Mike felt a little odd standing in the lift with a rasping, bleeding vampire slung over his shoulder. The doors slid open and he strode towards Henry's apartment door, feeling the vampire's hands twist in the back of his coat. Steadying his gait and leaning forward he tipped Henry upright and slid a hand around his waist again, fighting to keep them both on their feet.
"Key, Henry?"
Henry moaned, "...feed..." and his head fell forward, his mouth turned downward in misery. Feeling almost sorry for him, Mike figured he had to find the key on his own, and searched through Henry's pockets. Eventually, they got the heavy door opened, and struggled across the main room towards Henry's bedroom.
"I'll phone Vicki," Mike said, all but dragging Henry across the floor.
"No, no," Henry gasped, his arms flopping lifelessly as Mike lowered him to the bed. Curling onto his side he moaned, pressing his face into the sheets.
"But... I don't know what to do," Mike grimaced helplessly, tugging at Henry's blood-soaked shirt to get a better look at the wound.
"Need to feed, need to find some food..." Henry muttered, his eyes roving desperately as he struggled to get off the bed. He pushed at Mike's supporting hands, the sheets catching around his legs as he went to stand, and he crumpled to the floor with Mike falling to his knees beside him. Henry lifted his head, finding Mike's neck mere inches away, blood coursing just beneath the skin. He shifted forwards slightly and felt Mike's hands where they rested on his waist. The Detective didn't move away, he simply threaded his hand further around Henry's back, supporting him. The vampire's mouth gaped open slightly, panting breaths brushing against Mike's skin, sweet-smelling from blood. Moving forward again, they were almost chest-to-chest now, and still Mike didn't move away. Henry tipped his head to the side, nudging up against the Detective's neck, his nostrils flaring at the scent of fresh warm blood.
"Just enough to get you walking..." Mike said quietly. He had intended it to make the situation all business, but his voice wavered, and he tugged on Henry's back to encourage him closer. He felt one of Henry's hands grip his thigh, strong fingers weakened by blood loss. He felt lips brush the skin on his neck, and then the cold sharp point of a fang. Closing his eyes, he felt Henry press in and then a light prick of pain and a focused point of heat spread out from his neck. Feeling the vampire's chest heaving as he drank, Mike slid his other arm around Henry's back and pulled him in - the two of them kneeling locked together in a hug, blood sliding between them from Henry's wound, and their hearts hammering in time.
Requestor: beccadg
Fandom: Blood Ties
Character: Henry Fitzroy
Comforter: Mike Celluci
Comment: I tried to give this a bit of slash (because I know you like that) but I've never written slash before - which might explain why this is a bit rubbish (and jarring). Did my best though, and it was fun writing for these two! And sorry your second never got written, I was really looking forward to it but it wasn't to be. If it ever writes itself in my head I'll be sure to get it down on paper and chuck it your way!
"I had no idea there were seasonal demons," Mike commented, a hint of disdain and sarcasm betraying his discomfort with the world of the supernatural. He shifted his hold under Henry's armpit, trying to get a better grip on the drooping vampire at his side.
"Most myths and folklore have a foundation in truth," Henry gasped, desperate black eyes turning towards the Detective, lips parting to let out a ragged breath and the tips of sharp fangs. Weaving down the darkened alley, orange streetlights reflecting off slick brickwork to either side, they clung to each other. Mike sensed a shift in body weight and lifted a guarding hand to press against Henry's chest as he tipped forward. Steadying them and trying to ignore his charge's predatory gaze, Mike tipped his face up and away.
Regaining their footing, they pressed on. Henry's strained breaths slowly turned to quiet grating whines, Mike's hand now slipping on cold blood. He tightened his grip around Henry's slender waist, feeling firm muscle beneath fabric.
"But... getting your ass kicked by one of Santa's elves? That's gotta hurt."
"It wasn't an elf," Henry snapped weakly, feeling fangs slide against his lips, hearing Mike's blood thrumming through his veins. He already had one hand ensnared in Mike's shirt - he could pull him in, tip his neck back, bare that tempting piece of flesh and sink his teeth into a vein... His knees buckled and he let out a groan of agony as they hit the pavement, Mike grappling to stop them both sinking to the floor. Grasping around Henry's chest from behind, he settled for a controlled collapse and they kneeled for a second.
"My car is right there, can you make it?"
Deep, painful breathing was his only reply. Frowning a little in concern, he got himself into a crouch, and heaved Henry bodily to his feet, dragging the smaller man towards the vehicle. His hand sank into the bloody hole in the vampire's stomach, eliciting a gasp of pain.
"Sorry," Mike grunted, struggling to keep them both upright and fumbling for his keys. With the back door opened, he levered Henry delicately into the back seat. "Don't get blood on the upholstery," he requested half-heartedly, sparing a seconds glance for Henry's hollow stare. Dragging his attention back from those soulless black eyes, he sank into the driver's seat and gunned the engine.
Ten minutes later and Mike pulled the car into the sidewalk, quieting the engine, its sound replaced by that of Henry's harsh breathing. Climbing out and casting a look around the dark deserted street, he opened the back door of his car. The vampire lay still and pale along the seat, his breathing quickening as Mike reached out and got a firm grip on his waist to drag him out of the car. The sickly sweet smell of blood mixed with cold night air as Henry collapsed to his knees on the pavement, one hand twisted into the Detective's overcoat. Slamming the back door of the car, Mike took a deep breath and looked down at Henry's drooping form. Leaning down, he pushed his shoulder under the vampires bloody stomach, and lifted him over his shoulder, ignoring the pained moans.
"The doorman..." Henry whispered, his voice gritty, blood on his lips.
"Don't worry," Mike replied, "I'll tell him we're just married and I'm carrying you over the threshold." From behind him, he thought he heard choked laughter.
In the end, the doorman wasn't there to deceive. Mike felt a little odd standing in the lift with a rasping, bleeding vampire slung over his shoulder. The doors slid open and he strode towards Henry's apartment door, feeling the vampire's hands twist in the back of his coat. Steadying his gait and leaning forward he tipped Henry upright and slid a hand around his waist again, fighting to keep them both on their feet.
"Key, Henry?"
Henry moaned, "...feed..." and his head fell forward, his mouth turned downward in misery. Feeling almost sorry for him, Mike figured he had to find the key on his own, and searched through Henry's pockets. Eventually, they got the heavy door opened, and struggled across the main room towards Henry's bedroom.
"I'll phone Vicki," Mike said, all but dragging Henry across the floor.
"No, no," Henry gasped, his arms flopping lifelessly as Mike lowered him to the bed. Curling onto his side he moaned, pressing his face into the sheets.
"But... I don't know what to do," Mike grimaced helplessly, tugging at Henry's blood-soaked shirt to get a better look at the wound.
"Need to feed, need to find some food..." Henry muttered, his eyes roving desperately as he struggled to get off the bed. He pushed at Mike's supporting hands, the sheets catching around his legs as he went to stand, and he crumpled to the floor with Mike falling to his knees beside him. Henry lifted his head, finding Mike's neck mere inches away, blood coursing just beneath the skin. He shifted forwards slightly and felt Mike's hands where they rested on his waist. The Detective didn't move away, he simply threaded his hand further around Henry's back, supporting him. The vampire's mouth gaped open slightly, panting breaths brushing against Mike's skin, sweet-smelling from blood. Moving forward again, they were almost chest-to-chest now, and still Mike didn't move away. Henry tipped his head to the side, nudging up against the Detective's neck, his nostrils flaring at the scent of fresh warm blood.
"Just enough to get you walking..." Mike said quietly. He had intended it to make the situation all business, but his voice wavered, and he tugged on Henry's back to encourage him closer. He felt one of Henry's hands grip his thigh, strong fingers weakened by blood loss. He felt lips brush the skin on his neck, and then the cold sharp point of a fang. Closing his eyes, he felt Henry press in and then a light prick of pain and a focused point of heat spread out from his neck. Feeling the vampire's chest heaving as he drank, Mike slid his other arm around Henry's back and pulled him in - the two of them kneeling locked together in a hug, blood sliding between them from Henry's wound, and their hearts hammering in time.